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28 - Crowned

VALENTINA'S POV

Today is the day that I supposedly become Queen of Francis's gang.

And I couldn't be more nervous.

Everyone in the mansion has been fussing around and preparing the mansion because gangs from all around would be coming in for this celebration.

From what I had learnt, it was extremely important but rare that a gang leader would have this process done. Most of them slept around and only did it for lust, not love.

I'm just glad that that isn't Francis. He deserves to live life with some happiness and I'm glad I can support him.

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I woke up with an empty bed. It felt cold without him, and I was about to groan, only to hear a shuffle at the head of the bed.

I lazily lift my head and see that it's Francis, with his back facing me. He still wasn't wearing a shirt from last night, but he was wearing black pants, the shine of red blood dotted over them. His bare back was covered in large scars that he must've gotten long ago, but they looked like they still hurt.

I got out of bed and walked over to him. I started running my finger down his arm which led to his hand and knuckles that were torn with blood seeping out.

When I looked up at his face, there were splats of blood on his chin and under his eyes were eyebags. His gaze avoided mine as I held his hands in mine and saw that he was also holding bandages.

"I don't know how to... put these on." He says in a raspy voice, and I smiled in sympathy before taking his hands in hand and making him sit down.

As he sat on the couch, his eyes filled with tiredness, but I could see them spark out of the corner of my eyes as I kneeled in between his legs and tenderly wrapped his knuckles in the white wrap.

As I finished, I let go of his hands and sat next to him as he dosed off, making me furrow my eyebrows further.

"What were you doing last night?" I ask suddenly, surprising Francis and making his head turn to mine, but he still didn't look me in the eyes.

"Work..." he grumbled, and I raised an eyebrow, not believing him for a second and making him sigh. "Dealing with a rat in the gang."

"You're overworking yourself, Francis," I say softly but he scoffs at my words. "It's true, you need to have time for yourself."

Finally, the golden-eyed man's eyes connected with mine and he thinned his lips, and a thought popped into my head making me smirk.

"Since I'll be 'Queen', you can spend all day with me tomorrow and show me the ropes," I suggest and I could see that he was thinking about it, and finally he agreed to my deal, making me put my hands together in delights.

There was a glint of mischief in Francis's eyes before he leaned towards me slyly with a smirk playing on his lips. "Even though we'll have lots of quality time tonight." He says and I audibly gasp as I realise, he's now on top of me and I'm trapped under and within his arms.

As I was about to pull away, not ready for what was going to happen next, all he does is rest on me and bury his face in my neck, making me squirm but eventually calm down as I knew he wasn't going to let me go any time soon.

I could feel him inhaling in my smell and then breathing it out, seeming more relieved, and eventually, I found myself fiddling with his dark hair twirling it in my fingers and brushing my hand through it.

For minutes it was quiet as we both did this in silence, only the sound of the rustling trees outside to be heard. I could feel his heartbeat on me as he could probably hear mine and I felt safe. In his arms, by his side. I felt safe when I'm with Francis, and it was supposed horrible that I did.