New fanfic from Kristina and Johnny's POV
The aroma of hot tomato sauce and melting parmesan cheese filled the air my little kitchen, tickling my senses. My stomach is practically growling as I take her meatball sub out of the oven. I put it on a plate and watch as the parmesan cheese was runs onto it.
"Mmm," I say taking a bite ignoring the fact that it's pretty hot and warming my entire mouth.
I hear someone ring the doorbell, who's here to interrupt my dinner? The one moment I have to myself in peace?
I sigh as I walk to the door. It's probably my little sister Molly. I love my little sister but ever since I moved out of the lake house she stops by my apartment all the time. Always with some silly book to give me when she knows reading for fun is not my thing.
"Molly, I'm busy eating dinner," I say swinging open my door.
Not Molly I'm staring at though. Instead of my sweet little sister's pale face, long light brown hair with the blonde highlights, and bubbly eyes; I'm staring at brooding eyes, broad shoulders, and a scruffy jaw line on a tall muscular man.
"Johnny, what are you doing here?" I ask him watching as he walks past me straight into my living room.
"Not bad. You're father really hooked you up," he says before plopping down on my soft brown couch.
I close the door behind me before focusing my attention on my uninvited guest.
"So you didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" I ask again fixing my dark eyes so that there are staring directly at his. One hand is on my hip as I stand firm.
"Princess, I came to visit you. Check out your new apartment," Johnny replied with a smirk on his face.
"No housewarming gift?" I ask in a sardonic tone.
"No, that would've been the right thing to do though. Too bad I usually don't do the right thing," he says before standing up and slithering over to me.
"It's a 20 yr old female's apartment. There's not much to see," I tell him.
I really just want to go back to eating my dinner by my lonesome. But he's here standing awfully close to me and staring me down like I'm hiding something.
"You're such a tease," He tells me with this alluring look on his face.
I just want to get lost in those eyes. They are hiding something cryptic, probably whatever dastardly plan he has next. Johnny says we're friends but I know he only has interest in me when he wants to get back at my father. But I don't care what his latest scheme is at the moment. This man gets more attractive every time I see him.
How am I a tease?" I ask trying to exude the same amount of charm. However when I try it doesn't come off as effortless as it does with him.
"Princess," he calls me again. "You know what kind of prowess you have when it comes to manipulating a situation."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say trying to decipher his code as I give him a licentious grin.
"The other night at the Haunted Star…" he stared before pausing to make sure he fully had my attention. "I saw you with those boys. You were in your tight, cleavage baring, purple dress driving them wild. But you weren't even paying them any mind. You kept sending signals my way."
"If I was sending you messages, why didn't you respond?" I ask curious about his answer.
"I wasn't in the mood for games that night no matter how irresistible you looked."
"I was upset at my father and blowing off some steam. I almost got killed by one of his enemies while having lunch at the little café on Main Street. But of course he was too busy trying to convince a mob boss to sign over territory to him by put the moves on his hot daughter with her perky tits and bubbly demeanor"
"Valeria? She's younger than I am," Johnny said knowing exactly which mob princess I'm talking about.
"Apparently my father doesn't mind if his conquests are a few years older than his daughter. It's all about gaining control and the money and power that come with it. He loves the mob more than his children."
Hearing the words come out my mouth make me so angry. I flashback to walking into Greystone to tell him about my near death experience, expecting him to scoop me up in his arms and assure me that everything will be alright and he'll make the bastards who tried to hurt me pay dearly.
Instead I walk in to my father on the couch with a woman only a few years older than me with dark black hair and skin a little paler than mine. Her eyes are soft like that of a young girl and make her look so innocent but she's far from since she's on the couch heavily making out with my father as his hands are up her skirt.
Even worse was the way he tried to brush me off. The way he tried to get me to leave even though I had an important tale to tell. Frustrated I ended up storming out. I wound up at the Haunted Star later and the rest of the night is a little blurry because of the alcohol.
"You and I could hurt him in a lot of ways," Johnny whispers. "I get great joy out of getting under his skin and no one gets under his skin better than you. Because you hit where it hurts the hardest, that weakness he has for you," Johnny says now in my face.
"What ways?" I question seeing if he's bluffing or not.
"You know what ways," he says a devious smile on his face. He licks his lips.
I can feel my cheeks getting hot and the air feeling thick around us.
"I think I need you to elaborate," I say.
"Better yet, why don't I just show you?" he suggests pulling me even closer to him.