"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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2 Weeks Later
I was full of frustration.
My body was itching to move. To work out. To punch a punching bag - or a person. To shoot or stab someone.
It had been three fucking weeks since I did anything to relieve the tension and anger that was building up daily - especially since I was still fulfilling my duties as the Underboss of the Sicilian Mafia.
The only single good thingthat came out of not going to the gym for a few weeks was the change in my morning routine.
Usually I'd wake up, go to the gym, come back and take a shower before Millie even woke up.
But now we were waking up at the same time and since she was overly protective, we were having breakfast in bed. She didn't want me going downstairs to sit at the table unnecessarily - one of the little things that was getting on my nerves.
But saying we had breakfast in bed makes it sound a lot more romantic than it was.
It was actually a lot of Millie complaining I was dropping crumbs in the bed - something she hates. And she had to wrestle to keep Lula away from our food.
But we did get to watch an episode of our show together every morning - the one about the four lying bitches and the masked guy trying to kill everyone.
I vibed with the hooded psycho the most but Millie liked the lying bitches - I don't know why.
Today was the first day of going down to eat breakfast in the kitchen - exactly three weeks after my father had his men beat me black and fucking blue because Rocco protected a girl from being hurt in a club.
That's one little detail I didn't tell Millie - that my father wasn't the one who inflicted the punishment. Sure, he got a few hits in just to make his point, but most of it was done under his supervision by his men.
"Costa? Do you agree?" Millie frowned as we descended slowly down the stairs.
"With what?" I sighed.
"Did you listen to anything I just said?" She snapped, irritation marring her beautiful features.
"I listened to the last part."
"And what did I say?" She cocked an eyebrow. I half expected her to also put her hands on her hips.
"You asked if I agree." I smirked knowing it would only aggravate her even more.
