Deceptive Love

~ Nine ~

My head hurts like hell. My eyes opened adjusting to the light that was peaking through from the window. The room is surrounded with dark grey walls and black accented furniture. I felt the warm and crisp covers, I gripped onto it snuggling it to my neck. Then something felt off. I opened my eyes wider noticing I was in a white dress shirt. At least my underwear was on but who changed my clothes and why am I here?  My heart beats faster. I looked around the room and stood up. There were no frames and the room was simple. It kind of bugged me. A door in the room opened and Nico was standing there with just grey trackies on. My lips parted, god really just blessed my eyes. He's 6 pack is so bloody defined. Like how?  He's body tensed when he saw me and he looked me up and down. I probably looked like a mess. He must've come out of the bathroom because his hair is still wet. I just want to run my hands through his dark curls. Also he has curls? Like not defined ones just loose ones.  

He looked me over, but my heart dropped at the memory. "Miss Monroe, I'm the don of the Italian mafia." He noticed my eyes go wide as he took a step forward and I took a step back. He asked, "are you scared of me Miss Monroe?" 

I swallowed and took a deep breath trying to steady my beating heart. "No, Mr Santino, I just..."

I stepped back again as he stepped forward, this time me sitting on the bed, his bed. I was sleeping in his bed! I shuffled my body upwards trying to create as much distance as I can. Nico put his palms at each side of my body. Nico leaned in, our faces a couple of centimetres apart. I focused on his dark brown eyes swirling with danger. Im not afraid of what he would do. I'm afraid of what I will do if we are this close. He's voice went deeper. "you just... what?"

My breath hitched and I moved backwards a little and said "I have to go."

He just stood up and said "leave while you can... Miss Monroe, this place is not made for breakable objects"

I nodded my head filling up with too many questions. Nico, Nico wants me, No Nico doesn't want me, he's the mafia don, flip me! Wait that means Cathalina is apart of the mafia, I need to get out of here, no I don't, no wait yes I do... I'm breakable, I'm not breakable. I hate Nico, I despise him he vexes me! 

I managed to find myself running towards my room. 

I opened up my door and my heart is palpitating way too fast. I came to a halt when I see Cathalina standing there in my room with my suitcase... already packed. "I understand, Nico already told me he told you. You can leave... if you want."

I grabbed the suitcase off her. What was I thinking. Running away from my best friend. I've ran away too many times. I don't care about them being in the mafia...I think. I'm not a runner and I'm not breakable. I was just shocked but I shouldn't be shocked I just thought I was crazy when I thought they were in the mafia. 

I bent down and opened the suitcase and said "you really think I would leave my bestfriend even though I found out she was apart of the mafia. Cathalina I read about this kind off stuff in the books, I'm literally living a life of some main characters, I'm just a little shocked that's all. I mean now I understand how rich you guys are and everything." I found my heart beating a little faster was it because of the mafia or because of Nicholas and the scent of him still on this shirt. Lies or not I couldn't tell what I was saying... 

She let out a massive sigh and smiled. I stood up and she hugged me, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." 

I smiled. Cathalina grabbed my two hands and pulled me to sit down on my bed. I sat cross legged.  Realising I'm still wearing Nicholas's top... I just want to rip it off, I want nothing to do with him, yet I do. Cathalina looked at my outfit.