Love For The Mafia Boss

Chapter Four

- Salvatore's P.O.V. -

Arabella. Such a beautiful name, such a beautiful women. I shake my head and role over to my side on my bed. I'm trying so hard to dismiss her from my brain to no avail. I want to get to know her, but I won't let myself. I know if I tried hard enough I could love her, but I can't. I can't make myself vulnerable like that. I can't fuck around and get attached to her. She's my maid, I'm her boss. That's it, that's all I'll allow it to be. For the sake of the family, I can't.

For the sake of the family.

For the sa-.

My thoughts are abruptly cut off by a hard, loud knock on my door. "Come in." I yell to whoever is on the other side.

The door slowly opens and in walks Arabella, "Hello, boss." She says quietly.

"What do you want?" I watch her flinch at my harsh tone and see her eyes widen.

"Uhm.. I was told to bring you your breakfast, sir. It's 9:00 a.m." She replies and I just now notice the breakfast tray in her hands.

"Ah, I had no idea of the time bella." I told her.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, I figured." As if just comprehending what she said to me, her eyes widen and her mouth drops open.

I smirk, amused at the sight. She notices and glares at me, "Come." I tell her. She steps farther into the room and comes steadily towards the bed and sets the tray in front of me.

"Sit." I command. I see something flash in her eyes and she goes to say something but quickly closes her mouth, deciding against it. I smirk again, she looks me in the eyes and bites her lips. Looking back down she starts playing with her fingers and sits slowly down on the bed. "Is everything okay, darling?" I ask her, truly concerned. She isn't convinced. She glares at her lap and replies with a simple nod of her head. Hmm, something is clearly bothering her. I reach my hand out about to touch her cheek, to get her to look at me. Realizing what I'm doing I mentally scold myself and retract my hand.

She glances at me and I hold her stare. Beautiful brown eyes clash with my blue ones, I see pain in them and can't help wonder what her life was like. Maybe one day she'll tell me.

No. I don't want to know, I can't know. I clear my throat and glance away. "I'll just go back down, and finish breakfast. Hope everything taste okay boss." She tells me, starting to walk away.

"It's Salvatore." I say out of no where. I don't know why but I don't like hearing her call me boss.

"Huh?" She looks at me confused.

I chuckle, "My name, hun. It's Salvatore, not boss. Only my men call me that." I inform her.

"Oh okay, Salvatore." I love the way she says my name.

She continues heading towards the door. "And thank you Arabella, for the breakfast. It looks delicious, but not as delicious as you." I smirk at her, trying to get on her nerves. I can tell it works as she clenches her fist by her side.

She nods and leaves, not saying anything else to me. Uh-Oh. I think I may have just got on her bad side. Thinking more about it, maybe that's a good thing. I can't get close to her.

I can't fall for her.

I won't.

- Arabella's P.O.V. -

Oh my Lord.

That was so awkward, I can't even understand the tension between us. He's so hot, I'd love to know him. I feel like I already do though, I'm sure he is just like every other big bad boss guy. Like my father. Like my brother. I know he'll be just as cruel, possible even worse.