Mafia’s Curves

FALLON’S POV

“Fallon? Fallon? FALLON!!” someone shouted making me jump, I turned and saw Matthew giving me weird look, “you okay? You have been staring at the oven for 2 minutes straight!” I looked at him in confusion, “where is Hayden?” He furrowed his brows, “I- I don’t know, his room maybe or his office”

God I was just imagining shit, I am such a loser. I shook my head and gave a smile to Matt, “let’s go eat”

“Well duh! It was blinking for the millionth time and you were strangely just starting at it” he said almost creeped out, I cracked a chuckle, “I was just thinking about my patients and who will take my place there” I smoothly lied.

As Matt was placing, I was pouring the wine. Somehow the sound of pouring wine made me think about how I did it again. On several occasions when I had nothing to do but think, I would think how Hayden would come back declare his love for me and apologize for his behaviour. But it didn’t take me long to realise that those were just fantasies and we all know fantasies never come true, they ain’t even real. I had to do something or the other no matter how much it pained my heart to for Hayden, I would sleep with random men. Though it pained me physically, emotionally and psychologically but it did used to work, I would forget about that bastard momentarily.

I sat on the right side of the head of the table while Matt sat directly across me, I looked at the head of the table longingly. My heart setting down heavily by every passing moment ‘he would never be mine’. A heart numbing truth I had to learn in the worst was possible.

We ate in silence but that came to an end when I heard a very heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. I turned my head to see it was Hayden. He looked very delicious in black pants and white shirt. I blushed as I remembered where my weird imagination had wondered off to.

“Why are you guys eating so early, you should have talked for more hours” he mocked us and gave a glare to Matthew. Poor him just paled looking at his boss angry with him.

Hayden went to the fridge and took out the third plate that was kept, “boss you sit here I’ll heat it for you” Matthew injected and stood up going in his direction, “thank you Matthew but you didn’t have to do it” though he said those words but who could he fool? His tone suggested that, that’s exactly what he wanted from him now. To submit to him, to make him know who is the alpha here.

I halted my eating for the time being so that I could finish with Matthew, I don’t wanna leave the poor boy alone in the company of his bipolar boss.

Screeching of chair on my left side brought me out of daze. Hayden sat there in his glory look handsome as ever, I tried to avoid his eyes, “are you having fun with your new boy toy?” He asked me in a normal voice, I snapped my attention to him, “what are you talking about?”

“Matthew. Don’t you like to have a new dick inside your loose disgusting cunt everyday?” He said poison dripping in every word he said. I was too stunned to say anything to him while he continued to degrade me, “just a day back you had a dick inside and now him, I must say I am impressed by my psychic abilities. I interpreted you to be a whore and voilà that’s exactly what you became” he smirked at me as I sat there hurt by his words.

“Even if I fuck 10 men in one day, it’ll take me years to reach your level. Above all it’s none of your fucking business who I decide to fuck! If I wanna fuck someone I will and if I don’t I simply won’t. And I think you’re confusing me with my mother, your opinion matters to her not to me. To me your opinion is just as valuable as a horse’s fart!” I said calmly as I saw Matthew coming our way, his face had turned red in embarrassment and anger but do I care? Hell nah. Matt set the plate in front of the judgemental dicktwat and we resumed eating. There was a thick tension between the two of us and I am sure Matthew could feel that too.

The poor boy did try to lighten up the mood by cracking jokes but that was all futile. So I decided to ignore the disgusting existence of that vile man and talked to Matthew. We both cracked jokes one of them made me choke on my food, Matt came to my side and patted my back, “here drink water” he laughed lightly and handed me a glass of water.

He soothingly rubbed my back as I drank the water and gave him a smile while I was steady, “thank you Matt” he winked at me and went back to his seat to pick up his plate, he took them into the kitchen. I was to follow his as well when Hayden clutched me by my forearm.

The psychotic look I saw yesterday in his eyes came back, his vivid green eyes turned black. The frown on his face and nose scrunching up, showed how enraged he was but why, “can you stop being a fucking prostitute for a second in your life? Stay away from him. Stay away from every motherfucking man! you don’t wanna test my patience” he said threateningly and abruptly stood up and went upstairs.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I saw shocked to say the least, I stood stunned by his action as I rubbed my arm, “hey Fallon, you want some tea?” Matthew came, “you okay? Why are you rubbing your arm?” He asked and came by my side.

He took my hand in his ever so lightly and examined the huge hand mark that was now becoming purple. He hissed as if he could feel my pain, I bit my lips from stoping myself from grinning. He is so sweet, I awed him for a moment, “I’ll get you a ice pack. Wait here” he said and jogged to the fridge.

I looked at him with a smile as he came back with a worried look on his face, “you have officially gone crazy” he commented as he saw me smiling. I just shrugged in response, he took my hand and placed it on the table them placed the ice pack on it.

He sat by my side, explaining the difference between American hot chocolate and Italian hot chocolate.

“So by adding corn starch, the hot chocolate will become more thicker and creamier” he said making my stomach crave for the Italian hot chocolate. I pouted, “how long does it take to make the Italian hot chocolate?” I asked as my stomach roared in hunger.

I looked away embarrassed at the loud noise my stomach made. Matt there his head back and laughed, “aww, you’re so cute” he pinched my cheeks, I swatted his hands away with a pout.

“Come on, I’ll make you hot chocolate” he tugged my arms into the kitchen. Thought I was happy I couldn’t shake off the paranoia that someone was watching us.

I sat on the island as he made me the hot chocolate. We both sipped the heavenly thing slowly, “thank you Matt, for everything. You made me feel a lot welcomed than the person who actually brought me here ‘for my safety’ ” I said with a smile. He put both of our empty cups down in the sink and stood between my legs.

I looked at him as if he’d gone crazy, “you remind me of my sister” that’s all he said that made me stop squirming in discomfort. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him in confusion. Waiting for him to further explain himself, “she was just like you, smart, witty, full of life but with a broken heart. She committed suicide due to being in depression for too long. I couldn’t save her so I am in a mission to save at least one person who is suffering from depression.” He said looking down at the floor.

As if I could feel his distress I collected him in my arms, “I never had a brother, you know? I always wanted one” I said and began singing lullaby. He began shaking lightly in my arms, my shirt was soaked his his tears of pain. I rubbed his back trying to sooth him, I didn’t say a word because right now he just needed a shoulder to cry on and not a person to talk.

After he was done, he wiped his eyes without looking up. I gave him a small smile when he looked better as if a ton of weights has been lifted off his chest.

He hugged me tightly all of a sudden, “thank you” was all he said and disappeared in the hall ways.

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I reached the second floor and it was quite, too quite if you ask me. There was not light except for the moonlight coming from big window in the hallways. The sound of the owl hoo’s mixed with the water crashing to the rocks on the shore gave a tranquilized effect. I went to the window to look outside, a smile made it’s way to my lips when the cool breeze made contact with my face.

I stiffened when I felt a presence behind me, “you can’t stop. Can you? Always being a slut.” His voice held venom and hatred. His breath fanning in the back of my neck, “Mind your own business bitch!. Above all it doesn’t sound good coming from the manwhore of the century” I said without facing him. I moved to the side to leave but he clutched my neck very tightly that it made difficult for me to breath.

I tried to prey off his hands but it was to no avail, “h-hayd-den, lea-ve me” he brought his face near my ears, “I could just push you out of this window resulting in your death and say that it was an accident. No one will know, no one will suspect anything!” he said licking my ears and made me lean out of the window. I stared wide eyed at the sharp bed of rocks decorating the ground, if the fall doesn’t kill me the rocks definitely will.

But he brought me back in and turned me around in a matter of seconds that I had head rush. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, “what did I ever do to you? Why are you like this to me?” I asked helplessly.

“YOU MADE ME FUCKING CRAZY!! THAT’S WHAT YOU DID. YOU MESSED UP WITH MY FUCKING MIND!” I flinched at his tone, his shout echoed in the empty house. I am sure everyone heard it but no-one wants to upset their boss by intervening.

I looked at him confused, “what the fuck are you talking about??” I asked but he just lowered his face to my chest, “this is where he kept his head..” he said totally ignoring my question, touching my breast, I was shaken to core to even register what is going on.

He nuzzled his face between my breast making my heart beat crazy, “this is where he took comfort, a place belonging to me. A place where I rest, a place where I can be myself…” He looked at me with his soulless eyes, “you fucking gave it to another man” he grabbed both of my breasts as I gasped in pain.

“You gave something that belonged to me to another. To a stranger.” He growled, his behaviour scaring the shit out of me, I didn’t say a word afraid of the worst. His eyes suddenly changed it became one of a sadistic. One of a psychopath.

He left my breasts making me sigh in relief but that too was short lived. He gripped my top, “this will help you understand, who you belong to” with that he tore my top apart leaving me with just pants and a sheer bra that didn’t hide the fact that I was turned on with his action. My nipples were as hard as a bullet. My chest going up and down and not even for a split of second did his eyes leave mine.

He dipped his head to my neck and started sucking harshly on it. I cuddled his face closer to my neck. I know most people would be sick or disgusted but I am even more disgusted with myself for loving every second of it.