Prisoner to Mr. Mafia (Book 1 In PTMM Series)

Chapter: 11

Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.
~Bob Marley~

"Miliana."

I watched as relief flickered through Adriano's eyes. He took a sharp breath and abruptly stood up.

Turning to face me, he pulled me up and into his arms, his strong, muscular embrace enveloping me. It felt amazing; my body molded perfectly against his. I inhaled his intoxicating scent and finally wrapped my arms around his torso.

"Thank you, mio amore," he said in a deep voice.

I looked up at his face, where a small smile played on his lips.

"You've just proven that I haven't wasted my time for 15 years," he said as he reluctantly pulled away from the hug.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"You're welcome, Adriano," I said softly, still holding onto his muscled forearm, which felt as solid as a rock.

He gazed intensely into my eyes. No words needed to be spoken; we just knew.

We understood that something unspoken was happening between us, even if we were too naive and stubborn to admit it.

"You should get some rest," he whispered, never breaking eye contact.

All I could do was nod. His eyes left me feeling numb, but in the best way possible.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Gianna," he whispered in a low, husky voice that only made him sound even more irresistible.

I smiled slightly. "Goodnight, Adriano," I reluctantly took my hand off of his arm.

With one last look, he turned around and walked to the door slowly. I could still see the definition of his back muscles through the black suit. Something told me he didn't have to try at all to showcase his strength.

He opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him.

I breathed in deeply, and I could still detect the lingering aroma of his cologne in the air.

I couldn't help but smile at how foolish I probably looked.

As I lay in bed that night, a smile graced my face, and the image of a handsome, brooding man filled my thoughts and dreams.

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Morning came too fast for my liking, and I quickly changed into my gardening clothes for the day.

Rushing out the door, I bumped into Giovanni.

"Sorry, good morning, Giovanni!" I greeted with a big smile.

He returned the smile. "Good morning, sunshine," he said cheerily, which was a bit unusual for Giovanni, but it seemed that Leena was making progress with him.

"How come you're here? I thought the guarding job was over," I asked, waiting for Yana.

"Let's just say Capo is very cautious. Don't worry, I'm just supposed to walk you to breakfast every morning; I won't stick around for the entire day," he assured.

"Oh, come on. I like your company."

"Sorry I ran a little late this morning. Didn't go to bed until 2 in the morning," Yana explained as she finished putting on her left shoe.

"Good morning, Yana," Gio greeted.

Yana smiled and said, "Good morning." Giovanni then led the way to breakfast.