All Chapters of The Retired Gang Leader.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After our training day, Antonio went back to being his moody self, he doesn't talk to anyone and is always at work. I don't see Stacey much either...but I don't care about them. Although I do care about Antonio a bit but I am finally learning how to stand my ground.I've been hanging out with Jake a lot more and its been fun, Stacey suggested to have him come over for dinner...she is suddenly the mother of the house. Who appointed her? Regardless I still agreed because I would have double the fun...piss Antonio off and have Jake to crack jokes with. Chris and Tiffany were also invited...my favourites!I was wearing a simple black dress and was barefoot...I am 'home' after all. My phone vibrated and it was a text from Jake, he's here. I rushed down the stairs but before I could get to the door a wall magically appeared in front of me and I bumped it falling before my butt could make contact with the floor the wall caught me."Antonio!" I scolded but couldn't help

"How are you feeling?" Charlie asked me as I angrily ate what was left of my cake that he and Tiffany almost finished. I don't know how I was feeling, I'm I angry, sad, hurt or confused? How in the world things escalated like I don't understand. I've never ever in my life reacted to a situation like I did today and I'm honestly embarrassed that they all had to see that."I'm fine," I muttered as I looked down at the cake that was in my lap, "You guys finished it!" I cried pointing to them with the fork, it's quite obvious I'm not crying for the cake but for something else, more like someone else. Why does it always hurt, it just becomes worse and worse the more he pushes me away."Lotus," Tiffany whispered pulling me in for a hug as I cried, why do I always cry when it comes to him?"I hate him but at the same time I like him so much!" I pushed away from Tiffany wanting to talk about how I feel. My dad always told me not to bottle up how I'm feeling but I haven'

I had a pretty awesome afternoon with Charlie and Tiffany. Although they had their nauseating couple moments I enjoyed spending time with them. Right now I was in the backseat of Charlie's car as they drove to somewhere which isn't in the direction of home."Uhm guys? Home is in the opposite of this direction." I said looking at the both of them as they smiled at each other. "No guys where are you taking me?" I stressed out, I am not in the mood for going to another place, especially at this time."Would you relax! We are going to a bar for a couple of drinks and we'll be back early." Charlie waved me off. I slumped back in my seat and folded my arms over my chest looking out into the city, it's beautiful. The way the lights are illuminating and the moon... oh God how much I love that star! It is a star, right?  Well, I don't know.He finally pulled up into what seemed like an underground garage to what did not seem like a bar. "Ch

"So where's Stacey?" I asked him as we entered his house, I was swinging my hands in front of me. "She went home." He shrugged and I frowned, "Why are you frowning, I thought you didn't like her?" "Oh I don't, it's just that she won't be here to hear me scream out your name." I grinned at him and he smiled shaking his head."I'm starting to think you're sick." He said and I shrugged kicking off my shoes, probably not the best decision but I want some Antonio. I removed a strap of my dress and Antonio looked at me amused. "Lotus what are you doing?" "What do you mean what I'm I doing? I'm getting ready for the birthday sex you said we're going to have." I stood in front of him with my hands on my waist as my dress was stuck on my hips, this isn't the time to prove you're big! "Hmm, I don't feel like it anymore." He shrugged smirking, but the guy was still staring at my naked boobs. "Really?" "Really.

Lotus was asleep with her leg thrown over mine, her head on my chest and her hand holding onto me. I couldn't help but admire how much beauty she holds, and she is such a small person. A small person with a temper and a quick mouth which by the way has no filter.I don't think she knows how much of her 'thoughts' I've heard come out her mouth. She's always thinking of murdering me...cute. I slowly untangle ourselves and walk over to my bathroom to take a shower. Maybe today we could just buy breakfast rather than cook...she must be exhausted. I mean I am exceptional when it comes to the bed. I get out of the shower and wear sweatpants and a shirt, I won't be out long. I write a quick note telling her that I'm going to get breakfast for the both of us, very tempted to end it off with a 'Love Enzo' but I resist it and put the note on my pillow...typical.I get to the cafe and order some breakfast to go. I sit down on a chair and check m