I wake up to a warm body beneath me. I look up at Zane and see him sleeping. He's really beautiful. His relaxed features is something I can look at forever.
I haven't known him for long but I'm such short time I opened up to him, told him things I've never told anyone. I really like him. A lot.
"Hey Love." He says, breaking me out of my love daze.
"Hey"
"I'm proud of you."
What? Proud? What does he mean by that?
"What?"
"Veronica you were kidnapped at the age of four. You survived. Then you were kidnapped at the age of thirteen. And you survived. You were tortured, raped, abused. Babygirl I have no idea how you did it. How are you so strong?"
"It was my fault I was kidnapped. I didn't have a family and the first chance I got I ran off with some stranger. And then I made the same mistake years later. Everything that happened to me was my fault. I deserved it all. I'm stupid."
I wouldn't have been kidnapped if I didn't go with the man. Ma'am insisted that I went, but I still had a choice. I got hit because I couldn't stop crying. I got raped because the man said I was too beautiful. Everything is my fault.
"What the fuck are you talking about Veronica?! None of it is your fault. You didn't ask to be kidnapped. You didn't ask to be tortured and touched. Do not blame yourself. Do you hear me?"
Maybe he's right? I just look down and nod.
"Veronica look at me. This is not your fault babygirl. I'll kill the fucking bastard that laid his hands on you. You're my girl."
My girl? Did he just say that? Did I hear it correctly? My heart just jumped at his words and I softly smile at him.
"Thank you Zane."
He pulls me into his arms and hug me tight. He looks at me and smiles, kissing me on my cheek.
He stands up with me in his arms and I let out a yelp. He walks to the kitchen and places me on the counter. He turns around and takes out ingredient.
"What are you doing?" I ask
"Making you something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Veronica you're going to eat. I'm not taking no for an answer."
I look at him and he has a stern look on his face.
"Okay"
He smiles and starts to make a meal out of the ingredient he took out.
After awhile he takes out two plates and scoops the spaghetti into it. He sets one plate down in front of me and sets me down on his lap, grabbing his plate.
He hands me a fork and I twirl some of the spaghetti onto the fork. I slurp it up and let out a small moan as it hits my tastebuds. It tastes like heaven. I've never tasted anything like this before.
"You like it?" He asks
"I love it! It's so good. Who knew that the Mafia Boss could cook."
"How did you know I am the Mafia Boss?"
"It's not rocket science to figure out. I've read a lot of books and I heard everyone call you Boss."
"You're quite smart Ronnie."
I look up at him and smile.
"Indeed I am."
He laughs and as I almost fall off his lap. I haven't heard him genuinely laugh before. It's the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
"You should laugh more often." I say.
"And why's that?" He asks
"Because I love it." I say before I can stop myself.
His smile grows wider and he laughs again. The wonderful sound ringing through the house. I can get used to this.
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Romance"Well I sure as hell don't feel lucky." I mumble quietly. But somehow he heard my statement very clearly. In one single step he is in front of me, hovering over me. "You don't know what you're missing Ronnie." He says and I can feel his warm breath...
