TROUBLE

twenty two

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Miles' POV

I'm over the fucking moon.

I have been able to open up to the woman who has left her mark on me mentally and against my better judgement, emotionally. Cecilia leaves me wanting more, every single time she leaves. She takes a piece of me every where she goes, it got to the point in those few weeks we were apart that I was asking Grayson how she was whenever I could.

I was distracted, the paperwork was piling up, I was getting angry at every tiny inconvenience, I think I killed and tortured twenty plus rats, rapists and murderers in the short amount of time. She overwhelmed me.

But that wasn't the most shocking shit I did, just yesterday I finally told someone other than Maddox about my mom and that asshole. I didn't want to been seen as a weak orphan, but she was there for me in more ways than one. She has become another huge part in my life, there was only room for two girls in my life, my sister and my baby Dove, but it has grown to adore and protect, my princess Cecilia mother-fucking Saldaro

Learning as well that my princess is the infamous Raven. Her track record is insane, almost sadistic. With over 50+ kills to her name, with an International organisation of fucking technological geniuses. Her victims often have a single rib removed from the left side of their ribcage, leaving behind a single black feather in its place. The scenes are clean and meticulous.

She's methodical, she's smart and I'm not going to lie she is downright sexy. Like it does crazy fucking things to me.

How the fuck I ever thought she was innocent and needed protecting from me and her family.

She was the devil in disguise.

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Cecilia's POV

"Baby. Let me cuddle you." Miles whines, making grabby hands at the bathroom door where I am stood. A toothbrush hanging out of my mouth while I bite back a smile. I am watching a ruthless mafia leader pout whining to be cuddled.

"Miles I have school. I can't come and cuddle." I roll my eyes walking back into the bathroom, I finish brushing my teeth, and my business when a pair of large arms wrap possessively around my waist, Miles' chin comes and rests on my shoulder, a tired smile is present on his face. His hand is splayed on my bare stomach, where he has lifted up my shirt, stroking his thumb in a comforting manner.

"We haven't got to leave for like another hour, that's like 45 minutes of something." She smirks at me in the mirror.

"You don't realise how long it takes to get ready, I already overlaid." I place my hands over his own.

"You look beautiful without all the makeup. Plus you look fucking perfect in my shirt."

"You are so right. I'll go to college bare faced, in your shirt and my thong. Now let's go cuddle." I say sarcastically, dragging him out of the bathroom. Only to get glared at, with his feet placed firmly on the floor.

He stops trying to pull me back out of the bathroom, or back to bed and into the closet where some of my clothes are hung up.

Hold up...

My Clothes?!

Miles smirks, walking over to the left side pulling some clothes off the hangers and getting changed. His muscles tense every time he moves.