Soren Bianchi [+18]

22. Sunflower

SOREN BIANCHI

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A rat?

A fucking rat!

Trying to put my Aurora in danger.

I stared at the peaceful angel on the bed and my heart broke when I heard Giovanni tell me we had a rat in the group that was feeding Arturo information.

After everything I had done for that bastard. Loyalty, protection, support, money, and my trust and respect.

All thrown away for a quick fucking buck.

I was beyond livid. In fact livid might have been an understatement. This whole trip was supposed to be about getting Aurora away from all this drama. I should've known that my life wouldn't have been so easy.

Aurora stirred in her sleep as I exited the room. My jaw tightened thinking about how could have I been so careless, so naive, and so fucking stupid.

My father always told me there were no friendships in business. Yet, I so stupidly trusted anyone who joined the Bianchi's. We were a force to be reckoned with. Yet somehow amidst my naivety, I put Aurora in harm's way.

I had to protect her, I needed to keep the situation under wraps. Which, is exactly why I instructed Giovanni to keep that backstabbing bastard in holding until I was to return.

He was my leverage. I needed to know what he told Arturo and what Arturo was planning, to end this matter once and for all.

For now, I wanted to spend time with Aurora. I wanted to keep her at peace. All I wanted was for her to have a good time and catch up with her grandfather.

My heart swelled knowing that she wanted me to meet her family. I felt honored.

As I ended the call with Giovanni, I made my way back into the bedroom.

"S-Soren," Aurora mumbled, sitting up slightly and squinting her eyes, trying to find me in the dimly lit room.

"Shh, go back to sleep, Amore." I kissed her forehead.

I made my way into the shower. The steaming water sizzled against my skin. I stood with my forearm against the wall with my forehead resting on it.

I stood there for what felt like hours. My life felt so complete with Aurora in it. I'd put a bullet through my brain if anything had to happen to her.

I yearned for her.

Her touch.

Her warmth.

Her skin.

Her smile.

Her.

The urge to fly her across the globe, far away from the Bianchi mafia, her shit job, and most importantly Arturo.

She deserved nothing less than royal treatment. She was perfect, pure, mesmerizing, and far beyond my wildest dreams.

The floor should be grateful it got to kiss her feet as she left gold behind wherever she walked.

With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, allowing the hot water to wash away the tension that had built up within me. The thought of losing her, of anything happening to her, was unbearable.

I turned the tap off, drying myself, I slipped on my boxers and made my way to bed. Slender arms enveloped me, her head resting on my chest, her thick thigh draping over mine.