*Can not be read as standalone*
|Dangerous Mafia Book 2|
I have never been one to think about my future in great detail. I have always been someone who goes day by day because you never know when you will die.
That's why I have not pictured my wedd...
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Sweater Weather-The Neighbourhood
I awake to the sky brightening with the first rays of the sun. I wipe the sleep from my eyes before turning onto my side. I stare at Brooklyn who is still sleeping like the dead. I think back to last night and how she had a panic attack.
After I put her to bed, Rosalie texted me that she thought her panic attack was because she awoke from a nightmare on the plane.
I wipe a wild strand of hair away from her face and kiss her rosy cheeks before climbing out of bed. I go into the walk-in closet and find some spare clothes I keep here just in case I need to stay in the city. I pull on a pair of red Nike gym shorts, a random white t-shirt, and a pair of black sneakers.
I leave the closet and enter the main living area of the hotel room. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a cart with coffee and all different varieties of bread goods. I pour myself a cup of coffee and notice a note on white stationery with a feminine scrawl.
Dear Massimo,
I hope Brooklyn is doing well after the incident last night. Give her a croissant and let her drink a cup of cappuccino in peace without you hovering over her like a bird waiting for scraps. I know you Massimo do not let your overprotectiveness overwhelm Brooklyn's healing process. Just be the shoulder she leans on when she wants to tell you about her trauma. Eat croissants and coffee, my dear child.
Love,
Tia Bianca
I roll my eyes at her note and set the note back onto the cart. I finish my coffee and go into the gym on the other side of the penthouse. When I come out an hour later sweat is dripping off my body in rivulets.
I drop into a chair in the corner of the bedroom that faces the bed. Brooklyn is still fast asleep wrapt around one of my pillows with her face covered by the sheet.
I untie my shoes and pull off my shirt before stripping out of the rest of my sweaty clothing. I hop into the shower and wash the sweat from my body. When I am done I wrap a towel around my hips before stepping out of the shower and brushing my teeth.
I slip on a pair of boxers before leaving the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my neck. I look towards the bed and find a pair of blue eyes looking at my body with hungry eyes.
Just the way she looks at me has my blood boiling to the point where all I want to do is ravish her beautiful body. I walk towards her cocooned form and before she can complain I pull the covers down until I can see her plush lips and cute button nose. Once I can see her puffy face I sit at the edge of the bed and take her hand in mine.
"How are you feeling?" I ask her concern evident in my voice.
She blinks at me like the words I just spoke are a foreign language. "I feel like there is a pair of drummers jamming out in my head."
