NICOLÀS

chapter 5

NICO'S POV

Those fucking Russians.

I glared at the wall while Marcel sat across me with his legs and hands crossed. "Stop sulking", he rolled his eyes and I gave him a look. "At least we've gotten the necklace back. I didn't expect them to stoop so low to frame a girl for stealing it", he muttered.

"What about the girl?", I asked him. "She's at the mansion. It's either I kill her or she joins the Mafia, she already knows about us. Besides, she has a baby", he replied.

"How old?", I asked as I looked at the file on my table. 'NIFEMI' was written on it in bold letters. "She's eighteen while her baby is eight months old", he answered and I pursed my lips.

I would like to see this girl. I decided not to open her file yet. 

NIFEMI'S POV

I haven't taken a proper bath in a long time. When the warm water hit my skin, I almost cried in happiness. I spent enough time washing my hair with shampoo and scrubbing my body thoroughly.

After my bath, I wrapped a towel around myself and gave Hope a bath also. I knew she was still weak and struggling to recover. As I remembered how she cried for hours, I felt pained. I would've blamed Marcello for this but I couldn't.

I got dressed in a large brown shirt paired with black leggings. Shirt was a button up shirt so I could easily feed Hope when she's hungry.

I was in the middle of dressing my daughter when there was a knock on the door. I looked down at my baby on the bed. "I'll be right back", I told her and stood up to go to the door.

I opened the door and was met with the familiar tall frame of Marcel. "Good morning", he said. I blinked at the gentleness in his voice. "Good morning", I said. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans with a white shirt that hugged his muscles. I would have literally worshipped the floor he walked on but I didn't really like him.

"I came to bring you to breakfast", he said. "Or you still want to torture me?", I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"And also to apologize for the other day. It was a serious case and I was already on edge", he said apologizing. I was stunned and I looked up at him. "You're apologizing or I'm dreaming?", I mumbled. "Look, I don't hit girls. I apologize for what I did. I can make it up to though", he promised.

"But I don't trust you", I said as I crossed my arms. "Neither do I but I don't hate you and I don't want you to hate me", he said. After contemplating the pros and cons, I finally agreed.

The desperate cry of Hope caught my attention. Marcel followed me into the room as I went to carry my daughter from the bed. "I didn't leave you", I kissed her cheeks making her stop her cries. She buried her face in my chest and I smiled.

I turned to Marcel, "Let's go". He nodded and we walked out of the room.

"Your daughter is beautiful", he said as we approached the stairs. "She got her looks from me", I said and he laughed. "Cocky much?", he faced me and I grinned. "Only when I need to be", I replied and he grinned back.

I wouldn't call myself beautiful but I was sure that my day was a damsel. And who else would she get her looks from? Isn't it me?

"Nico wants to have breakfast with you outside", Marcel said. Who's Nico? "He's the Don", he said answering my unspoken question.

The word 'don' caused shivers to fall down my spin. Before my parents died, I used to hear them talk about mafias and stuffs. I sometimes hear them on the news also. Some mafia dons were nothing but old pigs. They may be forty but they still raped and killed innocent lives.

What if this Nico is like them? My chest tightened at the thought of being raped again. I'd rather die that let that happen.

"You're thinking too much", Marcel pointed out as we approached a set of glass double doors that led to the backyard. There was a large pool in the middle with a mini bar at the far end. By the side of the pool was a grassy area with lounge chairs and coffee tables. The morning was warmer today.

Then my eyes landed on a glass table by the other side of the pool with chairs around it and food on it.

Then my faze fell on him. My breaths seized and I almost forgot how to use my lungs. Breathe, Nifemi, breathe!!!

He was beautiful. With his sharp jaw, perfect nose, stormy gray eyes, full lips and black hair, any woman would drop their panties for him instantly.

We approached the table but he didn't look up. Marcel pulled out a seat for me opposite the man. I silently thanked him and I sat down. "Enjoy your breakfast date, bye", he said and I narrowed my eyes at him. Marcel grinned before walking away.

"What's your name?". I looked up to be met with icy cold gray eyes. "Nifemi", I replied. "Is that even English?", he asked as he twirled his fork in his hand. His accent was nothing close to American. A mixture of Spanish and Italian, it was hot and alluring.

"No, it's not", I replied. He nodded, "You can start eating before the food gets cold". I nodded and looked down at the plate in front of me.

Bacon, waffles and pancake filled my plate with berries by its side. Hope began to make gurgling noises making me look at her. She pouted and I chuckled. She's hungry.

There's no way I'm breastfeeding her here. I picked a berry and popped it in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the taste as she tried to chew the fruit with her lack of teeth.

"What's your daughter name?", the man asked. "Hope", I replied. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you chose that name?", he asked. Honestly, I didn't know what made me feel like telling him but I decided to.

"I lost everything I had in a span of two days. My house was invaded and my parents were killed, I got raped and then my house hot burnt down to ashes. Then I got pregnant", I said as I fought the internal battle to suppress my emotions.

Talking about my past always made me feel insecure. "When you gave birth, you named her Hope because she was the reason for you still being alive", he added and I nodded. "I'm Nicolàs Ferrari", he said and my eyes widened.

Oh Damn