Mia, Mine #sytycw15 #RomanticSuspense Book 1

Chapter 25

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Finally! I have a new chapter up! I am SO sorry that it has been so long. It has been beyond crazy, but I have missed updating and I've missing writing Natalie and Giovanni's story. Again, SO sorry that it took so long, but here you go. This is a short chapter but I will update again soon and it will be longer. This has some adult themes or whatever you call them, so don't let any minds be corrupted by me! Love you guys! Thanks so much. Love, Hannah. XX:)

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CHAPTER 25: Natalie lay in Giovanni's arms, a sated smile on her face, and her body sheened with the layer of wet sweat of passion. Her head was on Giovanni's chest and their legs tangled together as he traced small patterns up and down her spine, enjoying the feel of her soft and silky smooth under his fingertips. Natalie's eyes were heavy and were staring to droop when Giovanni began to speak, his words low and his lips brushing her hair as he spoke.

"My father was the boss originally. He was not a good man and he did a lot of bad things. He was ruthless. I am sure a lot of people who have experienced me think of me that way but they would eat their words if they had met my father. I cannot remember a time when he didn't beat me or my mother." He said softly, his voice laced with old and painful memories.

Natalie's heart squeezed painfully as she imagined the terrified little boy with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes filled with pain and fear.

She closed her eyes against the burn of tears that stung her eyes and instead listened to the steady thump of Giovanni's heart, assuring herself that he was here and he was fine.

"I loved my mother. Mia mamma," he whispered and Natalie hummed as she rubbed small patterns on the skin of his chest. "She always tried to protect me which sometimes meant taking my beatings for me or...worse." He muttered darkly.

"Some days after my beatings I would just wish to die. Just wish to give up, but even though with everything my madre was so positive. Always happy and always smiling. I could see the pain in her eyes though. She always tried to make me smile and happy even as my father was training me so that I could take his position as the boss when he became too old." He said and Natalie's jaw tightened as she knew that something bad was going to be coming. She wasn't sure she was ready, because Giovanni's pain was her pain.

"I had lived with the beatings but it was that one night that changed everything for me." Giovanni said as the black wave of memories rushed up at him.

This time, he let himself be lost in the wave of memories...

I bolted into a seating position as a scream sliced through the dark empty silence of midnight. That was mamma's scream. Oh, no. Papa must be mad. I knew I shouldn't get up, but worry was a dark heavy weight in my chest with the memory of the terror that sounded in mamma's scream. She always told me never to come out of my room. I remember the words like they are a prayer because of how often I am told. Mamma's words play in my mind. "My little Giovanni, I know you are a big strong boy that always wants to do good, but sometimes you have to let things go. No matter what you hear at nighttime-I want you to always stay in your room. Be quiet and never ever leave your room. Promise your madre." My mamma had always said to me.

Not always in those exact words, but close. I knew that I should stay in bed, but before I even realized what was happening my train blankets were thrown off of me as I stepped down from the tall height of my bed and tip toed to the bedroom door, my ears straining for any sound of my  mamma. Fear and worry was a battle in my stomach that had bile burning the back of my throat. Mamma would do this for me, I told myself as I creaked open my bedroom door.

You are one of the strongest boys I have ever know of Giovanni and no matter what you will only continue to be strong. It was almost as if mamma was whispering the words she had spoken to me on my 8th birthday all over again. It gave me a little bit more incentive to slowly make my way down the seemingly never ending hallways to my parent's bedroom.