Mafia love

Chapter 12

We are in his car but he hasn't let me go. I sob hard into his chest holding my stomach from the unbearable pain. I feel his soft strokes go through my hair as an attempt to calm me. He orders his bodyguard to drive slow.

We reach home and he carries me inside. I felt safe in his arms.

I am relaxed at his scent, the scent I used to want to barf at, and the homely feel as we enter our bedroom. He places me down on the bed before going into the closet and coming back with some shorts. They were my pyjama shorts.

He undoes the buttons on my jeans and replaces them with my comfy shorts. After tucking me in bed, he places a kiss on my forehead. I am still in immense pain but it has become bearable.

I notice his presence is no longer. A few minutes later he has returned to my side, placing a hot water bottle on my stomach. My breathing calms and my tears stop. He climbs into bed facing me and he doesn't cuddle me.

I am a little upset at not feeling his touch. "Can we cuddle?" I ask hoping to get an answer. "I don't want to hurt you tesoro." He sighs. "You won't hurt me, I promise." I say whilst placing a little kiss on his lips. Seconds later I am in his embrace, safe.

The morning arrives and I realise he isn't at work yet. I'm still in his secure arms. Images of yesterday flood as I remember the blood spilled, when I re-opened my eyes. I had shut them because I didn't want to witness brutal death. I'm snapped out of my trance when his hand cups my face.

Our eyes lock together and his morning voice fills the room. "Good morning." I try not to melt at his voice and whisper, "I'm glad you're here." His soft smile spreads across his face before he kisses my forehead.