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THE VIRGIN Chapter Eight

THE VIRGIN❀
[ She’s The Mafia’s Sweetheart ]πŸ’•πŸ’‹

✍🏽Written BY: Nuella Emerald

π˜Ύπ™π™–π™₯π™©π™šπ™§ π—˜π—œπ—šπ—›π—§- π‘Ίπ’•π’“π’‚π’π’ˆπ’†π’“ 𝑨𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓.

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~ISABELLA’S POV:🏡🏡

I still can’t believe my eyes, like how the fuck is this possible? I’m utterly puzzled, transfixed and frozen at the spot. My brain is still yet to process this man’s presence which came as a shocker.

” Take A Picture, it’ll last longer.” He quipped with a loopsided smirk. His utter immediately jolts me out of my state of stunned puzzlement. I release a nervous chuckle in remark to his tease as my cheeks flutter in embrassment.
Not only is he good looking, eloquent and articulated but he’s full of sarcastic wits. Damn you stranger for being this perfect.

” Hi.” I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind and I immediately regretted it the moment it flew out of my big mouth.

” You’ve said that word twice already, is that the only word you know? Are you retarded or something?” He questions with a chuckle and I mentally face palmed myself for not thinking of any other word to say but those two fucking letter words I’ve said previously. He is facetious; overly facetious, in fact rudely facetious…if there’s a term like that.

I stupidly let my eyes roam over his features again. It seems like the presence of this witty hunk has rendered me controlless over my own organs.

He’s in a ripped jean trouser with a white T-shirt that had a caricature graphic of SpongeBob Squarepants in black and white. Hold on a second, guys who wear ripped jeans and ride motorcycles are considered tough and hard guys huh? Well, it’s kinda absurd to see one of them wearing a T shirt with cheerful Sponge Bob on it. Cute though.

He had a black leather jacket over the T-shirt. The jacket is almost similar to the one he had on that night, just a few minor designs that differentiated both. His outfit is crowned with a black cap that had a grotesque inage of a skull on it invertedly placed over his side swept hair and soled with a pair of black boots that had some spikes at the back. Rugged.

Typical Manhattan bad boy, nothing different. But he’s very handsome, I must admit again. His fairly scanty beards added a touch of manliness to his defined skull which harbored his amazing facial features. Witty, Handsome, Bulky and Wonderfully Accented; a spec, I likey.

” Done eye fucking me yet?” He taunts a jeer then smiles frivolously. Haha, he’s got a bad mouth too. That’s just great. Nevertheless, I won’t stand here and have some dude throws jeers at me like breadcrumbs to ducks.

” Boy, imma slam this door shut if you don’t proove to me in exactly five seconds that you knocked on my door to tell me something important rather than sass me.” I snap annoyed by his last utter.

” Oh, I finally made her say other words apart from β€œHi” ” He jeers a mock then smiles smuggly. He mimicked my voice in a high pitched manner as he said “Hi” and waved his arms girlishly. I scoff and roll my eyes.

” 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” I countdown unamused then proceeded to close the door but he halts the action by swiftly placing one his foot inside my house.

” Hold on feisty chick. You can’t get rid of me so quickly.” He says and chuckles then one of those annoying smirks of his makes it’s way to his face. It’ll be callous for me to chop of a man’s left foot with my door, so I’ll open it.

I reluctantly open the door back and he removes his foot then takes it back it to it’s initial position, next to the right foot. I stare at him in an apathetic manner; void of emotions, pale and kinda docile. His presence is beggining to disgust me but I still need answers to my question.

” Well you are certainly one of the few people who doesn’t find my tease and wits amusing but hey, not everyone has a good sense of humor.” He chortles and I roll my eyes.

” Anyways, I’m Grey, your newest and very good looking next door neighbor and my first intention was to come here and ask for a plumber’s number.” He says with emphasis on “very”

” My sink got clogged.” He adds from the side of his mouth then chuckles to himself.

” I knocked on your door and when it opened, I was greeted by the sight of a quite interesting girl so I decided to amuse her with my sassy comments.”

” Do you sass every girl you meet?”

” Only the prettiest ones.” He flirts with a lopsided grin. I roll my eyes again at his cheap attempt to flirt.

” Well they were more hurtful rather than funny.” I say with crossed arms and he snickers.

” Who ever said they were meant to be funny?” He retorts and laughs. Okay that’s it, I’m done being sassed by Mr. Grey here. In fact, what kind of name is Grey? For Christ’s sake, who settles down and names their child after a colour? A freaking colour! Not even an interesting color like Red, Blue or Greene but Grey? Like seriously Grey? Grey the gloomiest and most boring of all colors? Hell nah.

” Closing my door now.” I say to him then once again proceeded to shut my door.

” Hold on, Hold on. I’m sorry, okay? Jeez, you don’t have to be cold and petty to me.” He says and I groan loudly then open the door once again.

” Why don’t we go back in time to five minutes ago when you had googly eyes scanning through my handsome bod. You were clearly smitten, I don’t blame yah.” He adds smuggly then flahses his eyebrows and flexes his muscles.

” The Sponge Bob on your T-shirt has way more muscles than you’d ever have.” I tease him sarcastically and he titters.

” Funny not funny. If only your sarcasm were just as good as your looks.” He sighs then just strides into my house with his hands tucked into his pockets. Who barges into a house with no permission. The world we now live in, sigh.

” What gave you the efforntry to just waltz into my house? Do you lack the simplest tier of manners?” I question him annoyed by his disrespectful act.

” Nice house.” He says completely ignoring what I just said as he looks around my house.

” Thank You.” I say sternly through gritted teeth, my frustration building up.

He turns around and meets with my scrunched face and angry demeanour then he chuckles.

” Come on. You don’t expect me to wait outside while you get the number. The least you could’ve done was to invite me in and serve me hot cocoa with crackers but no, no, no, instead you decided to be feisty and cold to me so I helped myself in. Or are you hiding something illegal that you don’t want me to see? Drugs? Cocaine? Ammunition? Human heads? Dirty Laundry? Narc-”

” ENOUGH!” I yell covering my ears halting him from going any further with his annoying statement. I was damn fed up, what the hell? How can a guy this good looking and still be so annoying?

He stops talking and shrugs in surrender.

” I’m going in right now to get the number from my phone and when I give it to you, I want your annoying self out of my house. Do you get me?” I fire at him and he just stays there smiling at me saying no word whatsoever. The fuck?

” I’ll be waiting.” He replies with a smile still vivid. The way he calmly replied me despite my furious outburst kind of pacified me and toned down my anger a bit, in fact I felt kind of guilty for yelling at him.

I sigh then go into my room and get the cell number of the plumber who usually fixes our clogs back at the mansion. I walk back into the living room then hand him the piece of paper in which the number was written on.

” Thanks. I’ll be leaving now.” He says and turns to leave, I nod without saying a word. But then I remembered I haven’t asked why he has the looks of the motorcycle man and the voice of the waiter. Could it be some kind of weird coincidence? I don’t know, I’m just thinking pure rubbish now.

” Wait.” I drawl and he pauses without turning to look at me.

” I have something to ask you.” I add and he slowly turns to face me, my eyes meet with his handsome face once more.

” Do you remember me?” I question and he furrows his brows and scrunches his face in puzzlement and in a split second, that facial expression quickly fades away.

” Yeah, you’re the girl who has a low sense of humor, tells bad sass and jokes and also just yelled at me a second ago. Why?” He says, his statement dripping of sarcasm. I roll my eyes at the return of his spunky behavior.

” Haha, very funny.” I say sarcastically and he chuckles.

” I’m talking about two weeks ago, on a rainy Tuesday, you helped fixed my car. And on that same day, I met a writer who’s voice is exactly the same as yours.” I say. His eyes roll from side to side and his lips twitches in the same manner as well as he probably tries to search his memory.

” Oh yeah, I remember you. The damsel in distress who was stranded and the same damsel who visited Leslie’s and tipped me.” He says as he remembers me.

” I have a limited memory. Although it is strange that I forgot meeting a beautiful girl like you.” He said with a sly smile and I blushed bashfully, hope he didn’t see that.

” I made her blush. Impressive.” He says cockily and I roll my eyes.

” But when you talked to me while fixing my car you had an American accent but at the restaurant, you had a British accent and even up till now, you’ve been talking to me in a British accent. How is that possible?” I ask curious for answers.

” Oh what a simpleton you are. Haven’t you head of people who are talented in voice acting, voice overs, voice-” He recites them sticking out one of his fingers at each thing he listed in the same manner as one does when counting.

” I get it. You’re talented in doing voices.” I halt him and make a face. He chukles and stops

” So what’s your name?” He asks on a friendly note.

” Isabella, Isabella McKenna.” I reply.

” McKenna, interesting. What does it mean?” He asks.

” It means child of a handsome one.” I answered and he hums and nods.

” Any relations to popular mob boss Alfredo McKenna?” He questions and I became nervous instantly. Is it safe to tell him about my father’s status? I don’t know him from anywhere, I shouldn’t admit to a total stranger that my father is in other words, a rich criminal.

” I’ll take your awkward silence as a yes.” He says and I was about to protest but his phone rings. I swallow in my protest.

” Got to take this. See you around Isabella.” He says with wink removing his phone from his pocket and he walked out of my house.

Wow that interaction we just had is nothing short of crazy, weird and annoying. I still had more questions to ask like why he had weird hair at the restaurant and why he suddenly decided to help me that night. I do hope to see him again so we can finish up the discussion, well he’s my neighbor so that’s inevitable. He does seems like a pretty interesting character despite his sometimes annoying behavior. But that doesn’t mean I’ve decided to be friends with him, something about him still irks me.

I hear my phone ring from inside my room and I hurriedly went to attend to it. It was Karissa calling, what on earth could she possibly want? Hope she doesn’t want to send me to some cosmetic store to get some sort of weird expensive cream because I ain’t doing no such crap.

” Waddup?” I greet immediately I take call.

” You have to rush to the mansion immediately, dad’s been kidnapped.” Karissa announces.

” WHAT!?”
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πšƒ 𝙱 π™²πŸ‚ πŸ‚
𝑡𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 π‘¬π’Žπ’†π’“π’‚π’π’…Β©
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Thanks For Reading❀✨

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Alfred has been Kidnapped, by who?
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A/N: There was a mistake in the last chapter. The man in the video had a π˜€π—Έπ˜‚π—Ήπ—Ή πŸ’€ tattoo on his arm, contrary to the viper tattoo I said he had, it was a mistake. And the name of the mafia gang is π—§π—›π—˜ π—¦π—žπ—¨π—Ÿπ—Ÿπ—¦ rather than the Viper which I also mistakenly wrote in the last chapter. The mistake has been rectified in the previous chapter, just had to let y’all know.

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