All Chapters of Mafia High: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

GabrielI woke up cold and achy, Rosa no longer beside me. She was gathering items into her backpack. The sun wasn’t up.“Why the rush?” I asked.“Does anyone know where you are?”“Fuck.” Brando would be pissed and I didn’t really give a damn right now.“I bet they’re going crazy. When will they report that you’re missing?”“Never.”“What? Why?”“The last thing they would do is go to staff. At Rochester, they’re like the cops. My crew has already started looking for me, that I can guarantee.”“Where will they look?”“Don’t worry, they won’t look up here.”She tried to hold back her exasperation, but I could hear it in her voice even if I didn’t understand why it was there.“Will they go to Isabella?”Shit. I tried to get up and everything hurt.“Help me stand,” I told her.“I’m not in my dorm and you aren’t in yours. We are both missing. At least check your phone.”My hands went to my pockets and I couldn’t find it.“It fell during the fight, had to.”“You mean the ass kicking because

RosaThe shower felt heavenly. Thoughts of Gabriel filled my head and I leaned back against the tile and let the water wash over me. My hair was in a towel because I wouldn’t have time to dry it. I didn’t have time to soak up the hot water either, but I needed to think.Gabriel was not who I thought he was and it was freaking me out.Yes, he was an asshole, a womanizer, and a thug. Or so I thought. The problem was, he hadn’t spoken badly of Isabella. It had me thinking twice about my perceptions. Gabriel didn’t want to marry her and he’d also defended her. That surprised me the most. I’d heard their arguments along with most of Rochester’s students. They were loud and Isabella was volatile. She was known to throw things and considered entertainment for her deafening screams about her rotten fiancé and his latest sexcapades.A wounded Gabriel was something I never needed to see. It did something to my heart and that was not good. I’d wanted him for so long and dreamed of being with him

RosaThe dorm was empty. The whore door was still in place so I assumed she hadn’t returned. I pulled out my laptop and got comfortable on the couch. I would not hide in my room. I entered the school’s website and went into my profile to download the assignments I’d missed. Like a sucker, I made a copy for Gabriel. He needed help in school. Like the other guys, he would never ask the faculty. Sending him his school assignments was the least I could do and it gave me a reason to contact him.I was a glutton for punishment. Every student had a campus email account and I sent it to his which I was sure he never checked. Thus, the text I sent seconds later.“Homework and missed assignments in email and no, I won’t change your grades.”“I’m in pain. I need help,” was his reply a few seconds later.“Where are you?” I asked, panicking.“In my bed. Help!”The ass.“You do not need help; you need a lobotomy.”“Big words no good.”He was a fool and why couldn’t he be my fiancé?I didn’t reply

RosaI wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what I was doing. Flirting with Gabriel was dangerous and I was in way over my head. He also knew I wanted him. How could he not? I practically drooled when he was around. This was dangerous and went against every reason I’d stayed away from him the past two years. He would still marry Isabella and I would be nothing more than a notch on his bedpost.Damn, I wanted him. Gabriel would break my heart. That was a given because I would cry his entire wedding day. Why didn’t I pick someone unattached to fall in love with? My hormones were also in overdrive. He turned his head and I clenched my thighs. The small sexy grin appeared on his lips and my nipples tingled. I’d tossed and turned in my bed all night and that was after I desperately used my fingers to take the edge off.My fingers were no longer doing the trick. I couldn’t help looking at Gabriel’s lips and thinking about what they would feel like, there.In fourth period we had a test. I couldn’t

GabrielI left Rosa in the bathroom and went to speak with Brando to find out what the fuck happened. Blood pumped through my brain so loudly I could hear it. The phrase seeing red was accurate. I was there.The guys were quietly drinking beer and talking about Armando. They were furious but then so was I.“She okay?” Brando asked after I left the room.“You tell me!” I exploded and swiped a bunch of shit off the coffee table, sending it crashing to the floor. “What the fuck happened?” My anger was off the rails and I knew it.The guys stayed seated and simply watched me.I took a breath. “Rosa is in the shower. I’m losing my fucking shit and need to know what happened.”I also needed my hands around Armando’s fucking throat. I wanted him covered in blood and for his life to be nonexistent.“We’ve been patrolling like you asked,” Brando said carefully, finally understanding I was not in a good place.He glanced at the guys before looking back at me.“I keep a close watch between Isabe