The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 1 - A knock on the door

-So this is two years before the prologue, which means probably the same time as the bonus chapter in the previous book-

[NOT EDITED AF]

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Cara's POV

You know this feeling; this constant nagging at the back of your mind, this sickening at the pit of your stomach, this heavyweight over your chest that makes you sometimes stop and just try to gasp for a breath.

You know; this anxiety, uneasiness, or maybe it is just referred to as --fear.

I don't know, it is just, this feeling--

What is it?

What do they call it?

This trepidation. As if you're waiting for something bad to happen. As if your gut is telling you, is giving you pre heads-up.

To prepare yourself maybe, or just to be ready, to have it in you to face what's to come.

I may sound crazy, but even sometimes, I feel as if someone is watching me. It is creepy, I know. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine.

I let out a tired sigh as I pressed my palms against the kitchen's table.

What the f*ck Cara?

What is wrong with you?

You're being so dramatic. Damn.

Everything is okay. Not just okay, everything is perfect.

You're married to a man you truly love, a man you're sure loves you back to the same extent, or maybe more. A man who always tries his best to make you happy. You're pregnant, you're going to have a child. You have the perfect job.

It's all perfect. What makes you worried then?

Maybe this perfection is why, this happiness is just-- too much, it is too good. That it makes me feel it is too good to be true.

This silence, it is not the comfortable one, I think it is what they refer to as the silence before the storm.

And everything in me is saying that this storm is not far away from here. It is coming soon. So soon.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when two arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist.

A gasp escaped past my lips, "You scared me !" I snapped at him before taking in a deep breath to calm my heartbeats. "Hmm." He muttered lowly as he pulled me closer pressing my back against his front, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips brushed gently against my skin, his warmth made me relax for a while as I laid deeper into his embrace.

"Alex." I closed my eyes and said, "Hmm." He muttered again, his warm breath against my neck started to tickle me.

One of his hands slowly traveled from over my baby bump down my thighs and made their way under my nightgown, the warmth of his touch over my skin heated my whole body, all the previous mad thoughts fled out of my mind. "Alex-", it came as a whisper.

"Hmm." He mumbled again as he nuzzled his nose against my neck.

I slowly turned around in his arms to come face to face with him. A smile made its way to my lips, his sleepy eyes and messed up hair made him look even cuter, "You can't talk ?" I asked arching an eyebrow.

His lips lifted up into a beautiful smile and he shook his head. "Shouldn't you be in my bed now ?" He said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"I am hungry." I said, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me as if I grew another head, "At f*cking three in the morning ?" He said.