STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.33. Sense

If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones.

- unknown
. . .

Fabiano

She couldn't sit still. She squirmed on her seat, slightly red eyes refusing to look at us.

I smirked, take a sip of the whisky Xerxes had sent a few bottles weeks back. The fucker was good for one thing.

"Leyla."

She looked at me but not into my eyes. Her pretty eyes were fixed on my chest.

I kept my glass down and picked her up slowly, giving her time to protest. When she didn't, I put her on my lap gently.

Giovanni cupped her face. "Look at that pretty blush."

She blushed harder, eyes downcasting.

I smirked, tucking her head to my chest. Could she hear how fast my heart was beating? She affected me more than any woman had in my whole life.

Leyla was naturally submissive in bed, but I doubted she was submissive outside of it. I didn't mind.

It felt unusual, yes. But I didn't mind.

. . .

Giovanni picked her up as we walked back into the mansion. He took her up to my room, which was now hers, and I walked to the cigar room. We didn't even smoke, this room had been here since before we were born.

I sat on the couch with a glass of whisky in my hand.

Luca, as if detecting I was in peace, called.

"Yes?"

"Another head." He sighed. "Another note. 'One week. Da Vinci Airport. 3 a.m. Come alone or bring an army. I don't care. Bring her.'"

Cocky bastard.

"Increase the security around the airport," I said. "Anything on Jack?"

"He has not contacted anyone for aid. He doesn't have enough money to hire any of the Testa brothers or any Assasin who can have a shot at you two."

I hummed. Jack was a bastard, yes, but he knew how to use his head. He'd plan something big. But I doubted the Testa brothers would work for him, even if he had the money. They worked on honour and Jack had been the one who gave Leyla to us when she was promised to Cassian.

Promised to Cassian.

He'd die a million times before putting a hand on my woman.

"He knows he is cornered," I said. "He will do something soon. Keep an eye on him."

We could kill Jack, yes. I could give the order now and have him end in half an hour.

But we had to end the whole sex trafficking system before we killed him otherwise killing him would send everyone involved into hiding.

That could not be allowed.

"Two more politicians found connected," Luca said. "Jack is a friend to both of them. Dan Cameron was also in it."

There were seven men, seven heads who organized everything. Seven people we had to find. Now we were down to three.

"Okay," I said to Luca. "Keep an eye on Gabriella."

"The Creeds are planning of rescuing her, her sister and Leona."

"Yes, but I think she's involved in some shit. Keep an eye on her till they rescue her. Don't engage."

"Okay," he said. "I'll have some men keep an eye on her."

I hummed and hung up. Luca was in America, handing all of this shitshow. We would have been there if we didn't have Leyla. Travelling with her could result in getting attacked. Cassian Testa was a capable man. He needed one mistake from our side to get her. Just one.

. . .

Late at night, after dealing with a few debtors because Luca was gone, I walked inside the mansion. Giovanni was still out, talking to the guards.

I walked inside my room and there she was. Curled into a ball in the middle of the large bed, her eyes closed and knees tucked to her chest.

Embracing herself.

Was that because she didn't have anyone else to embrace her?

Sleeping with a woman by my side was unusual. I trusted no one. It felt like my one had was always tense, waiting to grab a knife or gun.

I stripped down to my boxers and slid into the bed beside her.

I took her hand in mine, kissing the back of it. She snuggled into me, her body seeking warmth. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer.

"Fabiano," she whispered.

"Leyla."

She opened her eyes, looking up at me. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"I'd never lay a hand on in a way you don't like."

"That's not what I mean," she whispered.

She meant emotionally. Was I going to hurt her heart?

"I'll try not to," I said to her.

She nodded, eyes darting over my face. "This doesn't make sense." She closed her eyes. "Nothing makes sense here."

. . .