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 sat at my desk in the dimly lit study, the silence of the mansion enveloped me like a heavy blanket. Outside, my men patrolled the grounds, their watchful eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. But inside, within the confines of these walls, it was quiet, almost too quiet.
I glanced at the clock, noting the late hour, and felt a pang of concern for Kylina. She had been through so much, and I knew the trauma of her ordeal must be weighing heavily on her mind. With a sigh, I rose from my chair, determined to check on her one last time before retiring for the night.
Pushing open the door, I found Kylina thrashing in her bed, her face contorted in terror. "No... please... stop!" she cried out, her voice raw with anguish.
"Kylina!" I called out, my heart pounding in my chest. "Wake up, it's just a dream!"
But she remained trapped in the clutches of her nightmare, her pleas falling on deaf ears. I moved closer, reaching out to shake her gently, but she recoiled, her eyes wide with fear.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, her voice piercing the stillness of the room.
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. It was clear that she was reliving the horrors of her past, the memories too vivid to escape even in sleep.
"Kylina, listen to me," I said urgently, trying to break through the haze of her terror. "You're safe. You're not there anymore. You're with me."
She blinked, confusion flickering in her eyes as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. "D'Angelo?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
I nodded, relief flooding through me as I reached out to touch her trembling form. "Yeah, it's me. You're safe now."
Tears welled in her eyes as she collapsed into my arms, the weight of her fear and pain pressing against me like a physical force. "I thought... I thought he was here," she choked out between sobs.
"He's not here, Kylina," I murmured, holding her close. "He can't hurt you anymore."
As she clung to me, her breathing slowing into a steady rhythm, I vowed to stand watch over her, a silent sentinel in the night. Whatever demons haunted her dreams, I would face them head-on, my resolve unwavering in the face of darkness.
And as the night stretched on, I held her close, offering what little comfort I could in a world filled with nightmares.
As I held Kylina in my arms, the echoes of her sobs gradually faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of her breathing. Her face was now peaceful but pale she didn't deserve this. I know this could have all been prevented if her father had cared enough see beneath the surface and maybe she would understand that being in the mafia was something she couldn't live by. I haven't even gotten the change to tell her the truth about her parents and what I am.
