It's been a couple of days and gosh. Kylian is hell-bent on finding where Giovanni is hiding. He hasn't even left the base. And when I go to visit him he tells me he wants to focus and doesn't want the be bothered.

Not in a rude way of course. I would have killed him. He knows better than to do that.

He'd kiss me and whatnot but it's just clear he wants to do this all by himself which is something I simply won't allow.

Now I'm waiting for him. Secretly. Because whether he wants to or not we are going out.

Fuck Giovanni. He's done some messed up shit and trying to look for him 24/7 all just messes more things up. He needs a break from all this.

When hearing his office door unlock, I jump off his desk. He walks in with his curly hair all in his face with his head down. He's gripping his gun with his bloody knuckles. What the hell?

"Kylian," I mumble softly and pull him closer to me. I sit back on the desk, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him into a hug.

He rests his head on my shoulders and doesn't move. Poor baby he's just so tired.

I plant kisses on his jaw and then onto his neck which catches his attention. "Are you trying to get fucked?" he mutters. "Maybe," I tease, making him finally look at me.

He places a hand behind my neck and one squeezing my waist as he leans in. I quickly back away. "We gotta get yourself fixed up first, Dory."

He scoffs at my words before giving me that look. The look where his eyes are so cute and almost puppy-like. The look that I can't say no to. Except now. "No."

He pulls me back in, too quick for me to stop him. In between kisses, he mumbles, "But you look so damn beautiful, Rory." His words make me blush even though I try my best not to.

I push him away from me even though I really didn't want to. I take the gun out of his hands and drag him into the bathroom. He stays quiet and follows me.

I jump up on the counter and sit on it before grabbing the first aid kit. "Need to hold my hand? This is going to hurt," I tease him and he rolls his eyes playfully.

I gently place his hands on my lap, carefully cleaning them with alcohol wipes. I don't know how but he didn't react to it at all. Perks of being a mafia leader I guess.

"We're going to do something fun today," I state. He raises his brows, curious. "Oh? We are?" he asks with a slight smirk.

I gently place plasters on the cuts on his knuckles. "Mhm," I hum, nodding my head. "I'm going to 1v1 you in basketball."

Ever since he told me he plays, I've been curious. I mean, why wouldn't I want to see a sweaty, nba version of Kylian?

He lets out a chuckle, thinking I'm joking but once he sees the serious look on my face, he realises I'm not. "Wait, what?"

I jump off the counter. "Yep, now get ready and meet me outside on the court." Now I know why they have a basketball court outside. I just thought it was some rich thing they had for fun. They have a football pitch, a tennis court, a pool, a golf course like what?

"Woah- wait," he chuckles and pulls me back. "I want to kiss my beautiful girl," he mutters under his breath before kissing my cheek. The kissing moves onto my lips then my jaw and my neck.

The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy right now but I pull away. "You can kiss me on the court," I joke with a small smile.

Before he could say anything I leave his office and run up the large stairs to his room. Okay, I don't have any basketball jerseys so of course I'm going to steal his.

I look through them and grab the first name I recognise Allen Iverson. From what I know he's a good player but my ball knowledge isn't that great...

I then run out of his room into my mine to put on some black shorts and the jersey. I then tie my hair up in a ponytail. I'm sexy as a basketball player.

I walk downstairs since I'm tired from all that running and head outside to the court. He can't be that good... I'm definitely going to smoke him.

I grab a ball and decide to practice. I may be a little rusty but I can't be that bad, right? I jump and throw the ball which completely misses the hoop. Oh..

I hear a laugh behind me which catches my attention. I turn around to see Kylian but is this really Kylian? He's wearing basketball shorts with a black compression shirt and his curly, black hair is pulled back by a headband. Woah. I've never seen him like this. Double Woah.

"Wanna take a picture instead?" he chuckles, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was just about to say triple woah but never mind.

"Don't flatter yourself," I roll my eyes but he grabs onto my chin and forces me to look at him. "I'm yours love, you can look at me all you want," he says, his blue eyes staring right into me.

A smile plasters itself onto my face without me even realising it. "Okay, shut up," I huff, pushing him away from me. For some reason, I can't take a compliment from him. It makes me feel weird. In a good way though.

He laughs at my reaction before picking up the ball and shooting it perfectly into the hoop. "See that's how you do it."

"That's exactly how I did it though," I let out a groan of frustration. "Show me," he says and hands the ball over to me.

As soon as I hold it, he speaks up. "It's like this, love," he chuckles and places his hands over mine to fix my form. "One hand on top and one hand on this side, okay?"

I nod my head and decide to try again. This time, it runs around the rim but after a few seconds, the ball makes it in. Okay, it wasn't perfect but I still made it!

I grin from ear to ear as Kylian gives me a high five. "That's my girl, you got it."

If it isn't obvious, I have no idea how to play basketball but I'm doing this for him. I know he loves it and I want him to have fun.

"Okay now let's play, one v. one," I tell him with a serious face. "Whatever you want, princess," he smiles as he passes the ball back to me.

***

The score is 25-10. The twenty-five is for him. I'm so done. I want to give up.

The only reason I have ten points was because he was going easy on me at the start then I got mad at him for that so he stopped.

When I have the ball, I run and throw it into the hoop. "Oh my God, I finally have another point!" I exclaim.

"That was a travel, darling. It doesn't count," he laughs, walking towards me. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Once he meets my glare he stops laughing. "Never mind, it counts." Mhm, exactly.

I have the ball now since whoever scored gets the ball. Before I could even do anything, he grabs my waist and lifts me up.

I'm high enough to be able to dunk the ball into the hoop which is what I do before he carefully puts me back down. "What an amazing dunk made by Ivory Fernandez!" he exclaims, like he's some commentator, making me laugh.

"Okay, I'm way too tired now," I huff, sitting on the floor. He immediately grabs my hands and pulls me back up. "Don't be a sore loser, Rory," he teases.

I scoff at his words. I'm no sore loser. I went easy on him... for sure. I could beat him if I wanted to.

He places his hand on my cheek and pulls me in closer. "Thank you for this," he mumbles with a small smile playing on his lips.

"I love you," I mutter, pulling him into a long kiss. I've never expected to say those three words to anyone but he changed me.

With one swift move, he throws me over his shoulder. "Let's get your tired ass inside for a shower."

Oh, my God! This reminds me of- "Personal De Luca transportation," I say with a grin.

He was clearly always in love with me.



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