In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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As I slowly blinked my eyes open, I was greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains of an unfamiliar room. Confusion washed over me as I took in my surroundings-a room that exuded luxury and elegance, a far cry from the dingy corners of my own existence.
My head throbbed with a dull ache, and every movement sent sharp pains shooting through my body. Memories of the past few days flooded back, each one more surreal than the last. Dsd, police stations, and warehouses-it all felt like a twisted game of survival I hadn't signed up for.
Pushing myself upright, I winced at the protest of my protesting muscles, silently cursing whoever had decided to turn me into a human punching bag. As I surveyed the room, searching for any sign of familiarity, the door swung open, and in walked the man who had single-handedly turned my world upside down.
D'Angelo.
He strolled in with all the casual grace of a man who owned the world, his eyes alight with a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite place. "Well, look who's finally decided to rejoin the land of the living," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
I raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smirk. "Oh, you mean I'm not still trapped in that delightful dream where I'm being chased by a gang of angry mobsters? Shame."
D'Angelo chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes. "Sorry to burst your bubble, princess, but this is as real as it gets."
I rolled my eyes, a pang of annoyance mixing with the lingering soreness in my muscles. "So, care to enlighten me on how I ended up in this plush prison?"
He leaned against the doorframe, his expression turning serious. "You were in bad shape when we found you," he explained, his voice softening. "I couldn't just leave you to fend for yourself."
I swallowed hard, the gravity of his words sinking in. "Well, thanks, I guess," I muttered, suddenly feeling awkward under his intense gaze.
D'Angelo nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "You're welcome, Kylina. Just focus on getting better. You're safe here."
Safe. The word echoed in my mind, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to believe it. Maybe, just maybe, I could finally let my guard down, if only for a moment.
As D'Angelo turned to leave, I called out to him, my voice hesitant. "Hey, D'Angelo?"
He paused, looking back at me with a curious expression. "Yeah?"
I swallowed hard, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Thanks... for everything."
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up.
D'Angelo turned to leave, I couldn't shake the uncertainty gnawing at me. Sure, he had saved me, but trusting someone with my life didn't come easy, especially when that someone was wrapped in layers of mystery and danger and some you just met.
