My Winter

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Nicloas' pov:

She kissed me. She. Kissed. Me. That's all I could think about taking her downstairs for breakfast. I wasn't kidding when I said she tasted like honey. She tasted so sweet I didn't want to to let her go.

I'm surprised she kissed me honestly. I don't know what I did to make her do that, but I'm not gonna complain. Right now, I'm enjoying my meal with her and occasionally watching her. When she caught me doing this, she blushed and looked away. I found it cute but at the same time, I didn't want her to turn away from me. I wanted to continue seeing her without interruptions. But I'm going to try and take my sisters advice and not threaten her. Including bring less controlling. That going to take alot of me to do, but I believe it to be worth it.

And unfortunately, interruptions happen at the most inconvenient time. My phone buzzed, and when I saw the name of the screen I knew I had to take it.

"I'm sorry, principessa. I have to take this." I apologized, getting up.

She responded with a smile. It's wasn't a disappointing one, so that made me relax with relief.

"Maestà, Nic." Cecila, from the Bloodline, spoke.

"What is it?" I spoke in my mafia King's voice.

"I've got some information on Lucien on his usual hideout. 385 W 12th St, New York, NY 10014. It's a condo. He was last seen there an hour ago." She explained quickly. "I'm on my way there now."

"Grazie, Cecilia." I thanked. "How did you find this information?"

"Instead of following him, like you suggested, we followed his men. It just so happens, that the man we followed, his close to him. Ramano is his name. He lead us straight to Lucien."

"I'll be there soon." I hung up and quickly texted my men and told them to get ready and sent the address to them.

I returned to the dinning room to tell Winter I cannot join her today.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know. Hopefully it's an in and out job. I'll make it up to you." I bent down and kissed her forehead and left quickly. Then sooner I can kill this guy, the better.
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Cecila obviously made it before us. She met us at the door with a very unhappy look which I knew it meant, he wasn't here.

"He knew we were coming. I don't how. But he did." She explained was we walked into the large condo.

When we entered the living room, the laid a half beaten half alive man. "Who is this?" I asked.

"That's Ramano," Rijo, who stood next to his mother, answered. His fist were bloody and clenched. "One of Lucien's guy."

I nodded, already recognizing the name. I took out my glock 20 from my waist and knelt down next to him. I put my gun underneath his and moved his head with it. His eyes opened slightly, revealing his green eyes, despite the blood coming down over his eyes. "What do you know?"

He didn't answer. I'm not sure he could at the moment. I muttered a few profanites under my breath when Cecila spoke.

"We tried asking him questions, he would either laugh or mock us. But he also said he'd only talk to..." She stopped talking with a look on deciding on how to tell me something.

"Speak. Who would he only talk to?" I demanded to know.

"'The filthy King's girl. Winter.'" Cecila answered, worried about my reaction.

"He knows," Bruno breathed out.

I got up and frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair. I don't want him to see Winter and I MOST definitely don't want her to see him. "Absolutely fucking no!" I turned around, my anger rising. "Why would he want to talk to her?!? I raised my voice.