Chapter four

As Mishka walks away her heartbroken at the sight she has just witnessed. Tears ran down my cheeks. How could he do this to me sobbing and trembling I take out my phone and dial my dad's number. Dad! "Hello, sweetheart what's wrong?" "Are you home." "No, my sweetie I am at the pub with the guys, want to join us here and grab a bite to eat." "Thanks, dad, I will be there in a couple of minutes"

I unlock the car and get inside, my emotions are all over the place. The worst part is that I loved him and trusted him to give this fucking thing a chance. I shout out as I sit in the car. "WHAT THE FUCK!!! Marry me and still fuck your whore. I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO ASSHOLE!"

The tears made from anger and hurt start to fall again as I drive to the pub. I look at the ring that sits on my finger and pulls it off. I roll it around between my fingers as I think of him. I shout out to get all the frustration for trusting him again, banging my hand on the steering wheel. "F.U.C.K." I take one last look at the ring and then tossed it on the back seat.

I pull into the parking lot and park next to a black Mustang. As I get out I look at this beauty that is parked next to me and wonder who owns this baby. I think back to the time when I was only 16 and I told Ambrose I would buy a Mustang one day and I remember that smile on his face.

As I am bent down looking into the window of this beautiful machine I feel someone behind me. "Like what you see baby girl." He is so close that his scent engulfs me, and his heat radiates against my back. In a cocky tone, I reply. "Yes. Actually." As I turn, I look into those brown eyes, and I can't believe it. "AMBROSE." "Well, well Mish. Your dad did say you were coming past. My heart is beating as I look at him standing in front of me. Looking at me with those smokey brown eyes. I can hear him talking to me but my mind is all mush and can't seem to be grasping the words he is saying. "So how have you been Mish?" I swallow as I answer. "Good." He takes his keys out of his jacket and moves toward the car. "You not leaving already are you?" "No. I just came to get something." Ambrose lies. He heard Mishka over the phone crying when she called earlier and was speaking to her dad. He knew something was wrong so he watched for her through the window waiting until she pulled into the parking lot. "So Mish, your dad said you got engaged." I notice him looking at my hand for the ring that is now laying on my back seat. I roll my eyes and huff. "NOT ANYMORE."

When he takes your hand you start to cry. Embarrassed you look away whipping your tears with the back of your hand. Ambrose pulls me into his arms and kisses me on the top of my head as he asks. "What happened?" I look up at him and he wipes my tears dry. I can't say why I did it, maybe that familiar feeling of being safe in his arms all I want to do is kiss him. Ambrose is thinking the same thing as Mishka looks at him. I tell Ambrose what happened including the lack of sexual contact and how frustrated I was, then I notice the grin on his face. "Sorry, I did not mean to dumb all my shit out to you about my pathetic life. So, what are you doing here." He blushes as he says. " Well actually. I opened a restaurant here. I need to get away from L.A." I'm shocked and happy at the same time. "Wow, Ambrose that's awesome. I can't wait to try it out." I walk past him and by accident my hand brushes over his crotch, I blush and look at him trying to not make it an issue I say." You coming in or staying out here?" Ambrose's brow is raised and he smirks at me then hold the door open watching me walk into the pub. My phone ring as I walk in and I take it out and look at the screen. "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE." Just as I am about to but my phone in my bag Ambrose grabs it and answers it. "Hello." Marcus hears a strange man on the phone and growls with anger thinking to himself, who the fuck is this answering her phone, then he speaks. "Im looking for Mishka." Ambrose is smiling as he looks at me while he talks on the phone. "Sorry mate, Mishka is not available at the moment and she would rather you not call her again. Just then he cancels the call before Marcus can reply and hands my phone back to me. "Shall we join our fathers?" Smiling as I walk towards the bar I turn my head over my should and say. "Thank you." His loss sweet cheeks he says as he grabs my ass and gives it a little squeeze. When we get to the bar my dad is on the phone irritation written all over his face. He looks at me as he ends the call. "What happened and why is that asshole calling me?" I start to tell my dad what happened tears of frustration fell. I know my dad told me that he does not trust Marcus. He rubs my back. "Oh sweetheart I know it hurts but it will all turn out better you will see." Rossi also gives me caring words. " A man like that will never treat you the way you should be treated, sweetie. I say he cheats now he will always do it." I sit back as Rossi pours me a vodka and puts it in front of me. "Come drink it will warm that heart." He smiles and rubs my shoulder. I down the shot and slam the glass down on the counter and wipe my mouth. " Can I get a beer with the next one, please?" As Rossi fills my glass he takes out two cold beers and opens them and places them on the counter. I down the tot and then pick up the beer I walk and sit at an open booth by the window. The vodka must be working cause I am feeling a lot better. I'm actually happy that this happened now before I actually marry him. Ambrose picks up his beer and smiles at his dad as he slides into the booth across from me. Our fathers are staring at us. Rossi, Look at our kids. It's so nice to see them together again laughing and talking." " Frank, I told you before no meddling. We have to let them sort this out for themselves old man." Ambrose leans across the table till he is inches from you and smiles. " Look at those two old men always hoping that we get together. I have an idea." He grins as he pulls me closer. "Let's tell them we going to grab something to eat and catch up. Give them something to think and talk about, and anyway it's been way too long since we have spent time together." I blush as there is nothing more I would want than to spend time with him. Ambrose stands and takes my hand in his. He shout out as we walk to the exit. "Dad, I'm taking Mishka to get something to eat and catch up." Before one of our fathers can say anything we are out the door leaving them with stunned looks on their faces. Rossi laughs. "Told you those two are meant to be together," Frank smirks. "Oh, really."

Walking toward my car I turn to ask Ambrose if I must follow him. When he pushes me against the car and whispers. His lips just graze my ear his hot breath makes my legs feel like jelly. "Follow me." In seconds we are both in our cars, my heart is beating so hard I can hear it in my ears. My mind was racing at the thought of what just happened and that feeling did he feel it too.

Ambrose smiles as he watches Mishka follow him. He smiles thinking about her and says to himself. "No chickening out tonight. Tonight, I tell her just how much I missed her and that I love her." He turns down a dirt road and I follow until we drive up to a cottage-style home and I park next to him. I get out of the car distracted by the beautiful place that is before me. " I hope you don't mind me bringing you to my place?" ' No, not at all as long as you have something good to eat." He gives me that fucking naughty smile. "Depends on what you want, Mish." He takes my hand and leads me into his home. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Yes, please. Your place is amazing I love it." "I bought this place and the restaurant with the money I got from the sale of my penthouse in L.A." He runs his hand on the back of his neck and smiles. "Fresh new start." As I follow him into the kitchen I lift my brow as I say. "New start hay. Sounds more like someone is running away from something." I pull out the chair and just as I am about to sit he pulls me towards him and talks into my neck. "I see it as running to something baby." I feel his soft lips brush mine and I can't help but moan at the sensation and what it does to me. My eyes are still closed when he pulls back and I only opens them when he speaks. "What would you like to eat?" Wanting more of what he just started I pull at his jacket until he is right in front of me and I lean up and kiss him. Within seconds the kiss gets heated, and he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. We don't break the kiss as he walks us to his bedroom.