POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter fifty seven

Annetta's POV

Sometimes, when it's the right time, it's okay to pretend. But the right time never seems to exist.

I've been conscious for the last half an hour, putting my senses to skill as I examine my surroundings because I refuse to open my eyes. Not much was detected but only the fact that I felt a constant and strong presence in the room.

I peek a little through the crack of my eyes, Fabio was pacing the room back and fourth but right now, he was no longer here. I woke up half an hour ago, completely feeling like shit. I felt as though my body has been through a wreck and my insides were begging for something. But only I'm aware that I was awake because realistically, I didn't want to face anybody, not even Fabio. In fact, I wanted to stay far away from Fabio.

I know I felt like this because of him. This is what love does, this is what a relationship does but heck, if I knew that this is what it takes to be in a relationship with a mafia man, I'd have ran miles and miles by now. I was late like always and now, I couldn't even turn back.

I open my eyes and release a breath of relief. I acknowledge that I was at a hospital, in a room with multiple machines attached to me through strings of wires. I never liked hospitals because they put people in an uncomfortable position. It displays every amount of distraught in their faces, just like the one I saw through my glimpse on Fabio's face as he waited for me to wake up. He was pacing, reaching for his hair every minute or so and then, would turn his attention back to his phone while I lay on the bed, pretending to sleep. It was torture for him as much as it was for me. His presence alone made me anxious, the thought of waking up to him felt too fragile for my emotions, I was just learning to stop giving a damn.

He wasn't here for a long time but then, he walks in with a doctor. The second our eyes meet, Fabio abandoned the doctor and rushed to me. His eyes sails across my face when his hands reaches for my face, I close my eyes and ease into the comfort of his hands immediately but when he caressed his thumb on my skin, my heart palpitates. It felt homely, safe and Fabio. I felt guilty for having those feeling automatically turn on, I should be feeling nothing. I open my eyes and meet with his eyes once again, this time he was closer to me.

"Don't ever do that again Annetta, you scared the fuck out of me today." He sighs, relief consumes him when he closes his eyes and releases a shudder.

"Do what?" I gulp. It felt like I swallowed a couple of pins as I talk. Fabio notices and pressed his thumb onto my skin. The doctor walks in and examines the machines and the paper work in his hand while Fabio sails his eyes across my whole body again, before he takes my hand and kisses it, so many times. And then, he moves to my face and places his tender lips everywhere, on my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, every possible skin on my face. The warmth of his lips thrums in my veins. "Fabio, What are you doing?" I worry, briefly glancing at the doctor that didn't really mind us. He was focused on his job rather than what Fabio was doing.

"I'm thanking God by worshipping the only good thing that he gave me in my life." He says, a shiver ran up my spine and I slowly feel like I'm melting again. "I'm making a promise to take extra care of you so from now on, you're not leaving my sight."

My heart skips, and skips, and skips until it falls. How could I be so content when Fabio is talking to me like that? How could I possibly be sane when he's talking the same language I always thought to be love? God, his words took the last piece of my heart and never gave it back, even when I fought for it. I gave up because it wasn't worth fighting for it when I knew he took it forever. I was in love with him and I couldn't admit it because I was afraid that he might not reciprocate the feelings. I know he won't because he doesn't let me in. I'd be damned if this is what it feels like to be madly in love with a man that barely says a word to anyone, covers his scars with a tattoo, forces you into a marriage and threatens to kill you on multiple occasions and then, throws it all back in your face with a meaningless proposal. It sucks, it hurts, it's just so.... frustrating.