I'm awoken to Mateo banging on my bedroom door, what the fuck does he want? I turn over to check the time ''maledetto stronzo'' (fucking asshole)

''What do you want to talk about Mateo i was sleeping'' he gives me a guilty look and i raise my brow at him, he says nothing just looks at me with a pleading face ''what? Say it''

I spit out my toothpaste and sigh, I'm not a mean guy i just dont want some stranger living in my house rent free, the thought of some random teenage girl staying here just makes me uncomfortable. Come on Dante grow up, it wont be that bad ''fine, she can stay''

Fucking idiot clapping his hands like a small child ''on one condition. if theres even the slightest issue, she needs to go''

I head downstairs to see Mateo at the kitchen island eating cereal ''you know if you had waited I would have made breakfast'' he looks up at me mid chew and laughs.

I grab a couple eggs and some bacon from the fridge and start making breakfast while Mateo watches ''you know, my sisters going to love your cooking'' I roll my eyes at him and continue making my breakfast

I remember the day I found him wandering the streets, he said he'd been sleeping under a bridge for almost a month and I just couldn't let him stay there any longer. It took him a long time to open up and tell me why he was living on the streets at barely 16

We talk a bit before my phone rings. Ivan, one of my right hand men (under Mateo that is) ''Ivan, whats up''

7pm and I'm finally done for the day. As the boss I get to do what I want when I want, that is until theres paperwork involved that cant be avoided of given to someone else to do.

I head out the safehouse to my car and hear my phone going off, fucking Mateo. ''Hey man''

I rummage around my pocket for my keys to open the front door, as I open the door I'm hit with a scent almost candy like and very fruity. Its strong but very pleasant and I look around trying to find where its coming from.

I walk towards the couch and i freeze in my tracks as i look down at whats laying on it, or should I say at WHO is laying on it. angel, and fucking hell is she an angel

Shes a young girl. Pale skin, thin but curvy body, slightly pink cheeks, long light brown curls and eyes that look like they belong to a puppy. Her nose is small and her lips are plump and a pale shade of pink. Fuck Dante stop looking at her lips

I clear my throat and she jumps quickly turning to look at me, her pale face going bright red and her bottom lip sucked in by her teeth.

She looks at me with her big dough eyes, theyre bright green with little specks of blue inside and they sparkle like shes a little kid seeing a unicorn, i see her eyes travelling down as if shes eyeing up my body and I take the opportunity to look at her closer.

Her features are perfect and her body, goddamn her body. Calm yourself Dante

I gulp and shift slightly as I feel the heat in my pants, fuck ''I uh I was just about to make dinner you hungry?''

She snaps her attention back to my face and smirks ''wow handsome and can cook?'' her face goes red and she turns her attention to the side of me

''Oh sorry, here'' she says shifting her legs up to her chest allowing me to sit down. She looks at me with an awkward smile as her face goes red. I sit down and grab her legs putting them back in position but this time on top of me and smile, she doesnt stop me but gives me a little smile