The Mafia's Ex-Wife

Chapter 10

Zion's pov

From the moment I yelled at her and saw the look in her eyes, my mind has been going crazy. Its been two days now. I have tried my best to ignore her so I dont have to see her face and I think she is doing the same thing. I am still staying at Eric's house. I have this house sorrounded full of security but I dont think I will be able to sleep in my own house knowing that she is here having nightmares and feeling so insecured. Maybe I should take her back to my house....she'll be the safest there.

I have noticed that Samira has changed so much. When we got married, she was was full of pride, she had a happy glint in her eyes. But now when I see her, I cant help but notice that the happy glint in her eyes have been replaced with deep sadness. She has also become very reserved now but before she used to be the most talkative person, Eric used to tease her by calling her 'chatterbox'. But I loved hearing her talking. And now, as much as I dont want to accept the fact, I miss her talkative nature. I hate to see her all reserved. She is so hesitant to even say something.
My train of thoughts broke when one of my men knocked on the door.
"Yes, come in" I said.
"Boss, I have collected some information of the three men who were following Miss Samira on the road, they were not from here, they came from Italy" the man informed.
"Okay, keep on digging, you are dismissed" I ordered and the man left the room.

I had no idea why three men from Italy followed Samira and tried to harm her. I had no issue with the Italian Mafia.....or anyone from Italy. And as far as I know Eric and the family also have no conflict with the Italian Mafia. Why would someone try to kill Samira? I felt like I would go crazy because I had no idea on why someone would try to kill my Samira.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm mgself down. I went to the bed, deciding that I need some sleep. After I got to know that someone tried to kill Samira, I have not been sleeping well.

After 1 hour of trying to go to sleep, I got out of the bed as I realized that my effort to go to sleep is actually is in vain. So, I thought maybe I should go and take a walk.

I put on a shirt and got out of the room. I went downstairs and was passing through the kitchen when I heard a sound. I peeked into the kitchen and was surprised to see a small figure lurking in the kitchen. It was dark as the kitchen lights were off. I went inside the kitchen and turned the light on. As soon as I turned on the light, I heard a gasp. I saw Samira looking at me with her doe eyes with her hands over her heart. Great, I have managed to scare her  again. "Fuck" I cursed silently and went closer to her.
"I am sorry, from now on I will make sound while walking.... are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah....no...its okay...its not your fault that I jump at every tiny sound" Samira said with still her hands on her chest over her heart. I suddenly felt and instant need to calm her down and put my hand on her hand which was resting over her chest. Her hands were cold. Why is she always cold? I took a mental note that I need to take her to a doctor for checkup.
Samira looked at my eyes directly as soon as my hand touched hers. There were so many emotions in her eyes....and among those emotions I could see glipse of love and trust the most. But how is it possible? I am just imaginning things for sure. I kept my hand on hers as I said, "Its not your fault. Calm down, I am not going to let anything happen to you. I am right here with you"
Samira was silent for a moment, she just kept looking at me. Then after a moment she moved her hand and said
"I know I have no right to do this.....but I really want to do it"
"Do what?" I asked, confused.
Samira didnt answer but without any warning she hugged me. She hugged me tightly as I felt her tears making my shirt wet.
There were so many things going inside my head now. I know I should not make her feel like I have forgiven her for everything she had done....because I have not. If I hug her back....It would make me feel all the feelings I had for her....the feelings I tried to bury again and again. But she was still hugging me and sobbing while gripping me hard with her dainty body. It was clear that she needed me to make her feel safe. I couldnt stop myself anymore as I hugged her back.
A minute had passed. She was now sobbing hard and saying sorry again and again. She was still hiding her face in the crook of my neck. I knew why she was sorry....but I couldnt tell her that I have forgiven her.....because I have not. So, I just held her tight in my arms.