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

Chapter: 25

"Blessed be she who is both furious and magnificent"

Gianna Pov~

I awoke to the sensation of a hand gently tracing small circles on my back. Blinking my eyes open, I found myself met with a pair of piercing blue orbs staring directly at me. His lips curled into one of his renowned, heart-melting smiles. However, I couldn't overlook the subtle glint in his eyes, revealing the profound impact his sister's disappearance had on him.

My hand instinctively rose to trace the contours of his jaw tenderly, and he responded by placing a soft kiss on my palm as it glided over his lips. "I wish there was something I could do," I murmured softly.

His grasps my palms in his large rough hand and sighs. "You being here, keeping me sane, is enough. If it weren't for you I'm pretty sure there would have been a trail of dead bodies following me." He said his eyes showing me how much I really meant to him. 

"I love you." I whisper placing a soft kiss on his lips, he pulls me closer deepening the kiss. I pull away causing him to growl under his breath. I giggled and kiss his nose "You have work to do Capo." His demeanor turned serious and he gave me a bruising kiss rolling on top of me his arms on both sides of my head. I moaned into the kiss as he pulled away. Now I was the one groaning and wanting more. "I love you too bambina." His rough voice whispered in my ear before he disappears into the bathroom. 

Bambina...that's new. Wonder what it means...

As I rose from the bed, I scanned the room and reflected on my two friends who had become like sisters to me in these past months. They certainly didn't deserve the torment they were enduring. I grappled with a sense of worthlessness, or perhaps it was more akin to helplessness. If only I possessed the strength to defend myself, I thought, maybe I could have put an end to my father's malevolence long ago, back when I was still under his roof. Then maybe I would have found Miliana way before she was impregnated or tortured and perhaps my two closest friends wouldn't have fallen into the clutches of my despicable father. My blood boiled at the thought, and I realized I had never experienced such intense anger in my entire life. For all those years I had been trapped, I had buried my emotions deep down, suppressing them to avoid the pain. But I had reached a breaking point. I was done with that. Now, with Adriano by my side, I had someone to lean on and the support I needed to confront my feelings and face my past.

But that didn't stop the heat from rising into my chest. Adriano came out the bathroom naked in all his glory, no towel or anything. I felt the blush rise on my cheeks "Amore it's not like you haven't seen it all before." He says with a wink and walk into his closet. I scoff and throw a pillow at his back. The anger inside of me still festering but subsiding a little. I took a deep breathe and tried to calm my raging self and then walked into the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I jumped into the shower and wrapped my towel around myself. Unlike Adriano I am cold. 

I stepped out of the bathroom to find Adriano crouched, tying his shoelaces. This was the moment when he transformed into the ruthless Capo for everyone else, but to me, he would always be my loving Adriano—a softy at heart.

He glanced up as I approached and then stood, his eyes locked on my face. Adriano gently cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine before pulling away, his gaze unwavering. "I'll be in my office, probably on phone calls all day. I have to find them," he said, his words carrying a note of reassurance, though it seemed like he was trying to reassure himself.

I placed my hands on his face, looking into his eyes with unwavering determination. "You will find them. You are the Capo di Capi."

He responded by smashing his lips down on mine once more, a silent promise of his determination, before winking and walking out the door.