Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 18

Picture of Zander.

Eleanor's POV

A warm tingling sensation beginning at the tip of my finger, spreading through the rest of my body. The silence, the calmness. Never had it been this quiet in the morning. I wanted to wake up but my body protested, not wanting to let go of the warmth.

I frowned. It was never this warm in my apartment. I never turn on the heating, I couldn't afford it most of the time. Part of me questioned the oddness of the situation but another part of me simply welcomed it.

Instinctively my hand reached closer to the source of warmth only to realize I was already completely engulfed with it. I couldn't place it, I tried to move but something was holding me down. I finally opened my eyes.

Fully awake now I remembered where I was. Who I was with.

"Oh god" I froze. I didn't dare to move in fear of waking the man beside me. I can't believe this is happening. Why was I in bed with him. I carefully peered down under the blankets, making sure I was still clothed. I was wearing a shirt, his shirt.

The fabric had risen throughout the night, I could feel it bunched up around my waist. I tried pulling it down but stopped squirming the moment Mr. Venturelli groaned and tightened his grasp around my waist.

Please don't wake up, please don't wake up.

I sighed in relieve as his eyes stayed closed. The first streaks of light were starting to peek through the curtains, making me able to see the shadowy sleeping figure next to me. He looked... peaceful.

All though I couldn't grasp the fact that I was laying here in bed with one of the most known and feared mafia leaders, it was even harder to understand how normal it seemed to him last night when he crawled in next to me. Who does that? Get in bed with a person you don't know. Unless I'm not the first person he's done this with.

My mind started drifting. He kidnapped me. What does he want from me? Why is he treating me like this, shouldn't I be tied up in a dark cellar?

I closed my eyes, I noticed how puffy they felt. I haven't cried so much in my whole life as I cried these last couple of days.

Crying proves you're weak.

I took a deep breath and tried to let go of all the questions swirling around in my head, I knew I wasn't going to get an answer to them. I need to get out of here. I had no idea what this day would bring. What will happen once he wakes up?

Though my mind tried to portray him to be cruel and ruthless, I couldn't deny the gentle side he'd shown me yesterday.

I turned my gaze towards him. Even in his sleep he looked intimidating and scary. The scar on the side of his face, I was curious as to how he got that. It ran over his jaw, curving towards his eye before disappearing in his hairline. It looked scary but for some reason he wore it well.

I was startled when he suddenly moved, the arm that had been wrapped around my waist shifted as he rolled over onto his back. I wasn't sure whether my heart stopped beating for a minute or if it was just me holding my breath in anticipation, hoping he wasn't waking up.

The silence returned and his breaths sounded even, he was still asleep. The position he was laying in allowed me a better view of him. The blanket had slid down, exposing part of his bare chest causing me to notice that for some reason he had gotten rid of his shirt throughout the night. My mouth went dry. More scars covered his skin.

My fingers tingled and before I knew it I was slowly reaching out. My hand hovered over it for a moment, not daring to actually touch him. There were many scars but one caught my attention. It began at the base of his collar bone and ran all the way down until it disappeared under the blanket. My finger followed the curves of the scar, lost in thought and fascination, I wasn't prepared for what happened next.