✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 09 | 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

Little by little, I my felt consciousness coming back. Thoughts tangled with each other in my head. I tried to remember what happened, I tried.

The image of deathly silence and the black abyss continued to fade away as I kept hearing manly grunts in the periphery. I could feel the figure of a person beside me.

Then, I suddenly remembered - I passed out in the middle of the cross street in front of Leonardo D'Angelo.

My eyelids fluttered slightly as I carefully tried to open my eyes. Through the blur, I saw the silhouette of a man sitting in front of me. It looked like or rather, felt like, we were inside the car.

I felt as if I was lying on the seat of the car. I could smell the oppressive vapour of champagne, mixed with the smell of expensive perfume and cigars.

I moved slowly. The seat crunched underneath me - were they leather? Suddenly, the car swerved to the side as I struggled to finally open my eyes. I tried to sit up as I kept brushing my hair off my face.

I felt like a total mess.

Leonardo sat in front of me and looked at me blankly. I swear, it looked like he wasn't even blinking. As soon as he saw that I recovered, he asked. "How are you feeling?"

I barely nodded. I felt extremely weak, I could barely think or hold my head upright so I asked for water.

Leonardo pulled out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator next to the seats and handed it to me. I took a sip of water and looked around.

The interior of the car and the richness of dimmed lights created a mysterious atmosphere. We moved through the streets of Manhattan, the dim night lights pierced my tired eyes through the tinted windows.

"Where are we going?" I asked hesitantly.

He looked through the window. Leonardo sat slightly slouched, he kept leaning back slightly, arms folded across his chest.

Although I felt numb from the dizziness, I couldn't even properly concentrate. I kept glancing at him.

"Home."

"We're going to my place?"

"No, kitten, we're going to mine," he winked.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. From this perspective, it could look like I was scared or humbled, but all I felt was captivated by this idea.

"I'm kidding, I'm taking you home to your place" Leonardo slightly raised his mouth-corners.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked.

I kept glaring at him.

How the hell he knows where I live?

Yet I shouldn't be surprised, should I?