14 Chapter 14

I woke up to sunshine rays on my face and the chirping of the birds, it was a beautiful sight.

Today was going to be a good day.

With a smile playing on my lips, I reached for my phone on the nightstand and powered it to life. When I had checked the time, it showed that it was 7:00 am.

Placing the phone beside me, I flopped down on the soft queen-sized mattress. Stretching my muscles when a yawn escaped my mouth. Positioning myself in a sitting position, I got out of bed and strolled over to the bathroom.

Entering back into my room, I took a seat on the bed and powered the television on.

Searching through Netflix I clicked on Riverdale movie, halfway through the movie I wasn't feeling it anymore. So I muted the sound and began scrolling through my Instagram.

Then there was a knock on my door, and before I could answer they turned the doorknob and entered.

"I didn't take you for a morning person," Blake uttered, as he entered the room.

"Good Morning to you too Blake," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Okay," He said, not bother to return my greetings.

"So, what do you want?" I asked, ignoring the fact he didn't return my greetings.

"About that, we're going out,"

"Okay, but why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I wanted to show you around town. I bet you haven't been anywhere otherwise from the underground and motel? And besides, it's all sunshine, so why not."

"Are you always this blunt?" I prompted.

"Get used to it, besides your staying with me," He said nonchalantly.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, now I'm going to freshen up, so meet me in the sitting room when you're dressed."

And before could protest, he walked out.

"Damn you, Blake," I cursed. Plugging my phone into the charger, then I make my way to the bathroom.

Stripping from my clothes, I entered the shower. After applying shampoo to my hair and rinsing, I began washing my body.

Taking a towel off the rack, I wrapped it around my body. Then I walked over to the washbowl and begun brushing my teeth.

After doing, so, I rinsed my mouth and entered my room. Going over to the closet, I settled on denim shorts, a white shirt, and converse shoes.

Throwing my hair in a cute messy bun, I begin applying mascara to my lashes and some lip gloss to my lips. Satisfied with my appearance, I unplugged my phone from its charger and leave the room.

On my way to the sitting room, someone bumped into me. And pain shoots through my body from my fractured ribs.

It wasn't that bad as before, but it stings like a bitch.

"I'm so sorry," the person apologizes as I leaned on the wall, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I said, trying to dismiss it.

Then I looked up to meet his eyes, and I was stunned. Because the person who ran into me happened to be Martin.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm part of the gang," He said, looking everywhere but at me.

"What? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Look, lady....." He started, and before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off. Giving him a sweet smile, asking if he could take me to the sitting room.

"You sure take your time," Blake said, standing with his hands in the pocket of his gray sweatpants. He looked nice in a black shirt and sneakers.

Ignoring him, I asked with my hands crossed over my chest. "Is Martin a part of your gang?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"He's a child for god's sake, Blake, he shouldn't be here!"

"It's my gang and I decided who can be a part of it."

"I want him out now!" I demanded.

"You don't get to make that decision," He answered, sternly.

"Watch me!"

"God damn!" He cursed, What is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me?" I questioned, You're the one who has a child as a gang member, so ask yourself that, mate!" Then I stormed out.

"Israel?" He called, chasing after me.

With a pout on my face, I walked over to the car. Flopping down in the passenger seat, I crossed my arms over my chest. Not even sparing him a glance.

"Israel?"

"Just drive, Blake," I said in an irritated voice.

I heard him let out a sigh.

"Izzy, you can't just go around and tell me who or who shouldn't be in my gang," He tried to reason.

Getting angry at him by the minute, I reached over and turn the radio on ignoring his constant talking.

"So you're going to spend the entire day with me and just not talk to me?" He asked, turning the radio off.

"Hmm let me see," I pretend to think about it, "Are you going to let Martin leave the gang?"

"Ugh! Fine,"

"Fine, what?" I asked, pretending to be confused.

"Yes, I'll let Martin go," He mumbled underneath his breath.

"Okay, good, he doesn't belong there anyway," I said with a huge smile stretched on my lips.

"Why don't you think so? Huh," He demanded, "What do you have against it? What is your problem?"

"Hold up right there," I pointed a finger at him, "I don't have a problem with the mafia, I grew up in one. But what I do have a problem with is, he has his whole life ahead of him, the mafia is not for him."

"Okay, okay, by the way, you looked beautiful."

"Thank you," I answered, blushing at his words, "You don't look too bad yourself."

"That's all you have to say, looking at all this?" He asked, with his signature smirked.

"Shut up," I mumbled, chuckling at his arrogance, "Where are we going by the way?"

"My favorite, Starbucks to get breakfast."

After saying so, he pulled up at Starbucks. Getting out of the car, we walked side by side until we entered.

"Hey, go get us a seat while I ordered for us," He suggested.

Nodding at him, I make my way over to a seat by the window. Taking my seat, I scanned the surroundings, it was busy with people existing and coming in. Then I looked up at the cashier counter and Blake was ordering.

He looked so good like a model from Vogue magazine, he has the appearance to make any girl drooled. I didn't realize I was staring at him until he turned and flashed me one of those cute smiles. Which showed his dimples that would make any girl faint.

What the hell am I thinking? I didn't come all the way here for romance, I need to take my head out of the clouds. I thought to myself while I gave him a small smile in return.

"Here, this is for you." He said, taking a seat opposite of me while pushing a tray in front of me.

There was bacon, fried egg, sausage, mushrooms, baked beans, toast, and grilled tomatoes. And a salted caramel mocha coffee cappuccino.

After thanking him, I attempted to devour my meal when my phone rang. Answering the call, the person on another line just gave me details about my next fight and hang up.

"Who was that?" Blake asked, sipping on his cappuccino.

"Reid, he told me my next fight is tonight," I answered. And Blake stood up furiously, almost knocking the things over on the table, and stormed out.