Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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The taxi ride back to my house was uneventful. Sabrina leaned against the window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the glass.
I couldn't help but glance at her every now and then.
She looked so peaceful, her golden hair catching the sunlight that filtered through the car.
Once we pulled into the driveway, I paid the driver and unloaded our suitcases, carrying them into the house.
Sabrina followed, stretching her arms over her head with a small yawn.
"Back to reality," she murmured with a soft smile.
"Yeah, but not too bad of a reality," I said, giving her a smirk as I carried her suitcase upstairs to her room.
We worked together to unpack, Sabrina humming quietly to herself as she folded her clothes and placed them back into drawers.
I hung up a few of my own shirts in my closet before moving to help her with the rest of her things. It was nice, this domestic rhythm we'd fallen into.
Simple but satisfying.
Halfway through, Sabrina's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She picked it up, her face lighting up when she saw the name. "It's Val," she said, glancing at me. "She's asking to meet up."
I shrugged, smiling at her. "Go ahead. Don't worry about it."
"You sure?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Yeah, go have fun. I'll finish up here," I assured her. "Tell Val I said hi."
She smiled and walked over to me, giving me a quick hug. "Thank you. I won't be long."
"No rush," I said, watching her grab her bag and head out the door.
Once she was gone, the house felt quieter, emptier. I stood there for a moment, staring at the half-open suitcase on her bed before shaking my head and getting back to work.
I finished unpacking her things, carefully placing the last of her toiletries in the bathroom, and then tidied up my own.
With that done, I grabbed my laptop from my desk and settled onto the couch in the living room.
Opening my inbox, I scrolled through the flood of emails I'd ignored while we were away. Most were business-related—updates on shipments, reports from my team, and a few flagged messages from Matteo.
I leaned back against the couch, running a hand through my hair as I continued reading. Balancing work and everything else in my life was becoming a challenge, but it was one I'd accepted long ago.
My world wasn't exactly made for peace, but with Sabrina around, it felt like maybe I could carve out a piece of it for us.
I shook my head and refocused, typing out a few quick replies and delegating tasks where I could. As much as I hated dealing with this side of things, it was necessary.
