Free Awakening the Mobster by Amy Rachiele Page B

I take her by surprise and crush my lips against hers. She tastes so fuckin’ good! She holds onto me and gives just as good as she’s getting.
    “I hope that movie is over soon. I want to take you back to the suite and do everything we did last night all over again,” I tell her and she melts in my arms.
     

Chapter 10
     
    Culo (cool-yo): ass
     
    Antonio:
     
    The next couple of days continue like this. We go to some classes and watch movies on T.V. Vito cooks some nights, some nights we go out. Occasionally, Troy and Jake come over.
    The drama seems to have subsided, though. This trip is like a vacation for me. Every chance I can steal to be alone with Megan I do. Every morning we wake up entwined. Erin has to know that we’re sleeping together, but she doesn’t say anything.
    I go find Allen again, and he still has nothing. I leave him writhing on the ground in pain in the same alley. Simple. Done. This druggie only has two more days, and I’ll have to call Pop.
    Unexpectedly, I wake up the following morning with a cold. I feel like shit. I haven’t been sick in ages, and it sucks. My throat is sore, my eyes hurt, and my nose is completely stuffed. My immediate thought is I hope Megan doesn’t catch it.
    I come out of the bathroom hacking and coughing. Erin sees me and puts her fingers together as a cross.
    “Stay away,” she says.
    “Yeah, yeah...I know,” I say.
    Vito hands me a cup of coffee.
    “Dude you want me to go out and get some cold medicine?” he asks. “You fuckin’ sound like shit.”
    “Nah, I’ll be fine.”
    Megan comes out of the bedroom and comes up behind me and wraps her arms around.
    “Oh my God, Antonio! You’re burning up! Heat is pouring through your shirt.”
    I sit on the couch, and Megan puts her hand on my forehead. “You’re really hot.”
    “Thanks,” I say smugly.
    “I’m serious. We have to get your fever down.”
    Vito grabs the keys to the Cayenne off the counter.
    “I’ll be back soon. Anyone else need anything?”
    “Get some good tissues; you know the ones with the lotion,” Megan says.
    “Ay, I hate those. They feel like someone already blew their nose on them,” I complain.
    “They’re the best for you, so your nose doesn’t get raw,” she says to me. And get some juice,” she orders Vito.
    “Is that your solution for everything, juice?” I tease her.
    “Yes. Now back to bed.”
    “Only if you come with me,” I whisper to her.
    Megan puts me to bed. I can’t fight her. She is just too cute.
    “I’m going to see if I can find any tea,” she says.
    “Tea? Are you serious? How about I just have some of that cure-all orange juice? There’s some in the fridge.”
    “Okay.”
    I’m definitely getting worse. My head is pounding and fuzzy, and my arms feel like lead. My muscles are slowly starting to ache. Megan comes back, and I drink the juice. It burns going down my throat.
    I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, Megan is trying to wake me up. My shirt is off, and I feel a soggy washcloth on my head.
    “Here take this,” she says.
    It’s an electric blue liquid in a miniature cup.
    “What is this shit?” I croak out.
    “Just drink it. You’ll feel better. It will help you to sleep.”
    “I was sleeping,” I say, and gulp it down. “Ugh, that’s gross. Are you trying to kill me?”
    “Lie back,” she says. “Your fever should go down soon.”
    I open my eyes and it has to be late afternoon. I check the time on my phone. It’s after three. Wow, I slept a long time . I still feel horrible, but at least I slept. I try to get up, but the room spins. I quickly sit back on the bed.
    “Megan!” I call out.
    “I’m right here,” she says, coming into the room. “How are you feeling?”
    “Like shit.”
    “The medicine probably wore off. It’s hours past the time to take it.” She rests her hand on my forehead again. “But you’re much cooler now, so it is helping. Let me get you another dose.”
    Vito