The Mafia's Son novel Chapter 10

Osa's POV

I yawn, slipping on the camisole and walking into the bedroom while drying my hair.

Benjamin never attempted to talk to me, and I was fine with that. I turn, looking into my mirror and nearly jump at what I see.

"You've been ignoring me." He states crossing his arms and I sigh.

Perfect.

"No, I haven't." I lie and he raises an eyebrow.

"Right. Explains why you sat next to Tucker, stayed in your room this morning, ran upstairs this afternoon when I arrived. You can't even look at me through that mirror." I bite my lips and he stands, I keep my hands behind my back as he approaches me and he tilts his head. "What you didn't like the kiss?" He raises an eyebrow. "Because your body said otherwise as you pressed against me even more. ." I blush.

"Maybe you have a boyfriend back home? It feels wrong kissing me, but you like it?" I shake my head and he clenches his jaw. "So what is it? Why are you hiding from me?" I avert my eyes, taking a step back and he grabs my hand trying to pull me towards him but I close my eyes slowly as he stops, my hands turning.

"What the fuck is that?" He growls and I rip it away from him.

"The reason. . ." I mumble before running towards the bathroom slamming it closed and locking it.

He bangs against the door and I slide onto the floor.

"Osa I swear if you don't open this damn door I will break it down." He says and I bite my lip.

"Benjamin just leave it." Here we go again with the tears! I try wiping them but more just falls.

"Osa! Open the door." He says sternly and I bring my knees to my chest. "Open it!"

He keeps banging until everything goes quiet and he sighs.

"Please, open the door." He murmurs and I eye it. "Please."

I stand, slowly clicking the lock and it takes a moment before it swings open.

"You did that to yourself?" He looks like he's trying to contain his anger and I gulp.

"I-"

"Where are they? Give them to me." He starts rummaging through the drawers and I gape.

"Hey!"

"Don't." He growls as he pulls the hidden pack from behind the sink pipe. "I know you don't only have one. Where are the others?" He asks and I clench my jaw.

"I'm just used to it okay?" I mumble.

"Something must've happened for you to have-"

"I.. I'm not ready to talk about it." He goes quiet.

"I understand." He kneels in front of me.

"I'm here for you... I know it seems crazy since a week ago I was basically breathing down your throat with hatred but that was before... right now... you can come to me. ." I nod, and he smirks. "I may be sorry for hating you, but I'm definitely not sorry for kissing you." He winks and I blush.

"There's a lot more where that came from!" He yells before leaving with my blades in his hands.

What does this mean?

Are we...

No.. I'm pretty sure it's too soon I mean he didn't even say anything.

Sigh, my life just got a whole lot more complicated.