The Vipers Temptation | Completed

Chapter 10 - The True Beginning

A wonderful scent wafts into my nose causing me to smile dreamily. Releasing a sigh, I snuggled deeper into my pillows but quickly realized that they were way too hard to be pillows. Instead, it felt like a...chest? I slowly peek through one eye and nearly scream. Last night decides to come rushing back to me. When I fell asleep, I was only partially on Nico, but I must've subconsciously entangled my whole body with his while we slept.

Nico's massive arms become tighter at the first sign of movement when I try to quietly untangle us. Why does it feel so good being in his arms? I'm enjoying this way too much.

Because you're obsessed with him. My subconscious pipes in.

Staring down at him, I notice how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. I'd never guess he works in the Mafia. Far different from the intimidating and angry face I've grown accustomed to. Except for last night when he let me cry on him and he distracted me. And those lips just look so kissable right now. Kissable? What is wrong with me?

"What is with you constantly eye-fucking me?" I jump in surprise and snap my eyes to his gorgeous ones, that were now open and staring at me. Dare I say he looks adorable? My mouth waters as my eyes take in his body in the morning light. He must work out every day. His body holds a promise of a once-in-a-lifetime experience in bed. Looking back at Nico's face, I see his infamous smirk, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking.

"I-I w-wasn't just...I was—" I stop when he holds his finger to my mouth and glances towards the bedroom door.

"Shh." He says so quietly I almost don't hear him. Gone is the light mood, replaced with a much darker one. I watch him expertly rise from the bed and grab a gun from beneath the side table. He softly speaks to me while mainly focusing on the bedroom door. "I need you to quickly and quietly go into the closet and stay there until I tell you to come out. Do you understand?" I hesitate but I learned my lesson last night. So far Nico hasn't hurt me. As if understanding my hesitation, he turns to me and whispers, "Trust me." And I do even though I shouldn't.

I enter the closet as he goes and stands by the bedroom door. I can see through the closet's crack. Just because I'm not asking questions doesn't mean I won't watch what happens. I notice Nico put a silencer on the gun. When did that happen? He really is scary good. Not a minute later, two men dressed in all black, including creepy black gloves and guns, come flying through the door. Nico shoots the first guy twice, instantly killing him. I cover my mouth to suppress a scream. I know these guys aren't here to have a tea party, but it's still shocking to see Nico kill a man so easily.

When I glance back out the crack, I watch as Nico expertly smacks the second mans gun out of his hand and drags him to the floor. In less than ten seconds, Nico knocks him out without breaking a sweat. He grabs his gun and shoots him three times, then comes over to the closet. But I was already out and in his arms before he can open the door all the way. I wrap my shaky arms around his neck and bury my face into his warm, comforting chest. This felt safe...being in his arms. Killing may be wrong, but what would've happened if he didn't kill them? I'd most likely no longer be a virgin and dead along with him. It may not be conventional or lawfully right, but I can't help but feel grateful to him for saving our lives. I finally peel myself off him and give him a once-over.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are—"

"Callie. I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"I'm...okay. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving me. I'd be dead if not for you."

"Thank you for listening right away."

"Something kicked in and told me to just listen and that it wasn't the time to ask questions."

"Good. So you should listen to me more often." I notice the subtle smile.