Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

“If you don’t love her , then why will you get drunk over an argument? I think maybe, you love her too” Tyrell said to Chase.

He had arrived in Chase’s penthouse some minutes ago and have meet him drinking again.

There are lot of empty whiskey bottles on the table and that tells how much he had been drinking.

Tyrell smile, he have noticed that Chase have feelings for Calista before but he didn’t expect him to hide it away.

All though it felt good seeing him fall in love again and slowly forgetting about Madison. It’d be nice to see him in love.

The moment he saw him going out last night for a drink, Tyrell knew something was wrong and when he saw Calista in the morning, he was sure the both of them have had an argument.

“I drink because I want to..” Chase told him. Tyrell sigh and walk to sit opposite him, he made sure to prevent him from drinking again.

“The last time you drink this much is when you had a fight with Madison.. and this penthouse, you hardly come here or else something is wrong.” Tyrell told him.

“I’m not drunk… Why did you come here?”

Tyrell sigh and stood up, he tuck his hand inside he pocket and walk around a little.

“You have see Trenton… What did he say to you?” Tyrell asked him.

Chase breath down and stood up too. “That fuckin psychopath.” He cursed.

“Did he threaten you?”

“He dares not… He just said something like protect your prey. I don’t wanna discuss anything about him though.”

“Something about Prey? ”

Tyrell bring out a file bag and opened it, he brought out a picture and handed it to Chase.

“I followed him last night… Trent seems to be working for the Russians and I feel like he’s trying to protect you”.

“I don’t need any mother fucker to protect me. If he works for the Italians, Why did will he give out information indirectly?”

“I think Trent have been following you.”Tyrell said.

Chase nods in understanding and take another bottle of whiskey to drink but Tyrell took it away from him.

“Boss, you’ve to stop drinking. For Trent to see you at the bar wasn’t a coincidence, He have been following you and when he says your prey, He’s trying to tell you to watch your back…. And the prey is Calista ” Tyrell said.

Hearing the name, Chase’s eyes widened and he seems to get back to his senses. He stare at Tyrell and without another word, he walk to the table and pick up a cigarette.

“Have Gray trace Trent” Chase instructed.

“Boss…. I’ll find someone to do that, But I can’t let Gray do it”.

Chase who was about lighting the cigarette stop and turn to look at Tyrell who bowed at him, He sigh and remove the cigarette from his mouth.

“You still think Gray knows something?” He arched and brows and Tyrell nods.

“Yes Boss”

Chase nodded. “If you think you’re right then I’ll give you the task to find out what it is, he’s hiding.”

Tyrell’s eyes lighted and he smiled. “I have waited for that task. Thank you Boss”

“You can leave now” Chase tells him off. Tyrell turn to walk away but he stops and look back.

“The Mafia ball party was shifted by Godfather. It’s in two weeks and two days time now.”

“I’m glad” Chase muttered.

Tyrell smile “You shouldn’t drink much and you should come back soon. I don’t think Calista will be pleased to see you looking like this” he whispered.

Chase glared at him and he laughs before walking away.

Watching him exist, Chase sigh and sit back down. His head hurts cause he have been drinking alot and he’s not getting drunk either.

He doesn’t want to think about Tyrell’s word about him loving Calista.

He believes he knows himself more than anyone and what he hates the most is the fact that he feels weak.

It’s strange to him but he feels terribly weak and just want to drink over and over again. His phone rang…

Chase stretch his hand and grab the phone from the table.. it was Rowan face timing him.

His phone have been ringing for quite some time now but he doesn’t feel like picking it.

He don’t know how a Mafia gang leader like him will suddenly feel weak and crazy just because he heard his slave tell him to go away.. he isn’t angry or like this because she confesses her love.

Ofcourse he’s proud of her to not hide the feeling but rather speak it all out. But he’s like this because she told him to stay away from her! Who those she think is this?

“She seriously think I can’t kill her with my bare finger!” He muttered and then he paused, he can’t never hurt a woman… Never. He’s not that weak.

He intends to fight the men and not the other gender who can’t even protect their self.

Chase went ahead to pick Rowan’s call.

“What? Why are you calling! You can’t stay on your own ?” He tells him.

Rowan turned his phone around showing Chase Calista who was dancing on top of the table with people cheering her!NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Come and get your girl, I think she’s going crazy.” Rowan smirked.

Chase’s eyes turned red in anger. “Are you mad! Get her the fucking down from there. She’s embarrassing herself”

“I don’t think she is .. I think she’s having fun, Look she got herself a man already” town show him a man dancing with Calista.

“I swear I’ll kill you if I get there. Tell me the location I’ll come pick her up” Chase roared in anger.

“At your favourite club” Rowan smirked and disconnected the call.

He drop his phone on the counter and drink the remaining wine in his glass. He stood up and approach Calista who was still dancing.

Grabbing her hand, Rowan lead her away from the man.

“What are you doing?” Calista said and try to slap his hand off her wrist.

“I can’t let myself get punched in the face again. You can’t get drunk” Rowan told her.

“What, Why? You brought me here just so I can drink right? Then let me go… I need to drink more.”

Rowan stopped walking and turn to look at Calista who pouts.

He sigh.

“Go inside and clean up, I’m waiting for you here” He said to her.

Calista rolls her eyes and entered into the bathroom… She sigh as she wash her face, then stop to look at herself in the mirror.

She prefers it here than to stay at home battling depression but this place isn’t safe for her either. She sigh and step out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go…”