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I wake up the next morning tangled up in the sheets with my legs tangled up with Mahone's.
"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit." I quickly back off untangling myself and falling on the floor.
I see Mahone grab his gun quickly pointing it at no one in particular.
"Mahone, out of the room." I pull the sheet and wrap it around me.
I could see how Mahone's features were changing. Like he wanted to say something but he did not dare.
"Yes ma'am." He pulls his clothes on and leaves the room.
I run my hand across my face thinking about what I have just done.
Or what I have done last night.
I slept with my bodyguard. Who has been with me for seven years now.
This better not get weird.
I quickly shower and slip on a comfortable hoodie with some yoga pants, making sure I dry my hair and tie it up into a ponytail.
I head downstairs and I barely hear any noises.
"Matteo?" I call out, waiting for a response.
Nothing.
"Mahone?"
Also nothing.
"Eliza?" I rush to the kitchen to see if my cook is there.
Rushing there, i hold the side of the door to hold my balance and I see her doing the dishes.
"Eliza, where is everyone?" I ask her as I grab a cup of water.
"They are all downstairs, Ms. Lorenzo." She responds after closing the tap.
"Do you know why?" I gulp down the water quickly, ready to race downstairs to the cellars.
"No...but there were voices outside on the back, before going downstairs."
"Thank you." I smile at her and speed walk to the cellars.
Guarding the door was Diego.
"Let me in." I glare at him for not informing me about this.
"Boss, we have a ...well...little problem." His brown eyes pierce through mine, giving me the signal that someone dangerous must be there.
"Give me a name."
"Alessio Romano." He says a bit quietly.
"Oh ho ho. That is exactly who I want to see. Move please." Diego opens the door for me and I let myself walk towards the noises.
"Mahone! Matteo! Don't you lay a finger in him." I say as I show up to the scene.
"But..." Matteo begins while he was loosening his tie.
YOU ARE READING
48 Hours
RomanceAvailable on Galatea Betrayal is an ugly thing and can lead to a person becoming more heartless if they were not-so-heartless before. Martina Lorenzo, daughter of the late Angelou Lorenzo, takes over her father's mafia just at the age of 18. Nine...
