Chapter 30

Ava's POV

When we got downstairs, he put me on the counter and went to get some food from the fridge.

"Where have the chefs gone?" I inquired as he began to prepare some food.

"I sent them home; it's just me and you in here." He responded.

"What are you doing to me?" I inquired.

"The only thing I know how to make is an omelet." He said, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them.

"Awn, Andrew, the ruthless mafia leader, making me food. Who would have guessed?" Giggling, I said.

"Kitten, don't push it." He said in a deep voice.

I chuckled as he turned around to continue making me an omelet.

He was wearing a white button-up shirt that was tight enough to show off his bicep and chest muscles but not so tight to look like he was suffocating. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the majority of his arm tattoos. He had messed up his hair, probably from punching the wall and running his hand through it too many times.

He was abso