Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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TW: slight violence
Pov: Seraphina Angela
I nuzzle in deeper into his embrace, the smell of our body wash and his clothes softener filling my nose, such a weird yet comforting scent. His steady breaths are felt under the palm of my hand as since he's sound asleep and I'm cuddling him.
The familiar scent is because after our mind-blowing sex earlier this morning, we took a shower together and originally decided to go on with our day but I ended up collapsing onto the bed the second I stepped out and followed by me, so did he. I was and still am exhausted not going to lie.
I'm wearing one of Vince's comfortable oversized black hoodies and nothing but a pair of shorts underneath, while he's wearing a pair of his usual grey sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. My fingers slowly fidget with the chain around his neck, carefully stroking his skin, cautious not to wake him up. He looks so adorable and peaceful when he's asleep.
In his sleep he twists to face the other side, I smile and drape my hand around his waist, becoming the big spoon. I like being the little spoon better since he's so tall and muscular, I feel tiny compared to him but it's okay.
I hug him and shut my eyes, trying to go back to sleep but that's when I hear something. I ignore it and hug him closer to me, he murmurs something under his breath and places his arm over mine.
But that's when I hear it again, it sounded like someone was twisting a lock and key, is someone trying to break in? No, it can't be.
I flutter my eyes open and try to adjust to the vague darkness in the room, it's around morning but the curtains are blocking any sunlight from coming in. I carefully slip my hand from Vince's hold and turn around in the bed, my heart thumps with a mix of anxiety and fear as the sound starts getting louder.
I shove the duvet off me and cover up Vince since I was hogging most of it, he twists a bit but thankfully doesn't wake up, I lean over to my dresser and grab my gun and my dagger. I don't know who or what that noise is coming from but I know it's coming from the door.
I grip the dagger in my left hand and step out of the bed to stand up straight, holding the gun with my right hand, it's a good day to be able to utilize both hands. I can use my right and my left hand so I'm good, I hope.
I place my steps carefully, my heart thudding in my chest and the worry rising in my heart, I won't let anything happen to him or me. The noise of the lock picking suddenly stops and I stop in my steps, everything falls utterly silent once more. Eerily silent.
I get an idea and decide to see where the person is standing, I get down to the ground and peer through the bottom crack of the door. Whoever it is, is standing right in front of the door, they're idle. Why the hell aren't they moving?
