POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter forty

Annetta's POV

It's true, life is better without the concept of time.

Lately, I don't think about the concept of time because I forget about it. It's like I have no more space in my brain to comprehend what time it is. But it made life a little easier for me because I was never rushed to do something. I do things to my own accord.

Growing up, I had a routine, not a basic routine but a conservative one. My father was a perfectionist when it came to teaching me a lot of things and my mother was adamant that I learn the difference between good and bad. It was really hard for me because while my mother was steering me away from the bad, my father always seemed to drive me towards it.

It's one of the reasons why I get on well with my mother than my father.

I sigh, the consequences of waking up a little earlier than the sun hit me like a rock when a huge yawn broke out of my mouth. I turn my body and freeze, it was the first time in a very long time, I've seen or been in a situation like this.

While my mother taught me to recognise all bad things, she failed to teach me how to stay away from toxic men.

Fabio lay besides me, curled up next to my arm. He was sleeping soundly like a baby, instantly goosebumps rise on my skin. He looked peaceful in his sleep, it seemed as though he was in his best sleep. I sigh again, a natural sense of satisfaction spread through my body because I've realised how I have finally earned a time to study him, without having him glaring back at me.

Fabio was a gorgeous man. He was beautiful but a beast. He earned his beauty from his mother, Rosalina. His face resembled hers but everything else probably matched his father's, his biological father who was probably dead. A dull feeling permeates my chest for a second as I thought about him, he'd never met his father and only grew up with one that never loved him.

I turn my body all the way and lay on my side, watching him inhale and exhale out. He snored a tiny bit and it made me wary. His flurry hair was messy, I blink at it before I return my focus on his face. There must be more than one story behind each and every one of his scars, and maybe one day, if he is comfortable enough, he would tell me. A small thought at the back of my mind told me otherwise because there isn't going to be that day. I don't want to be here any longer. I brush the thoughts away. He looked like an ordinary man, that was not capable of killing or ruining a life over something so minuscule. He looked like the opposite of what he looked like when he was conscious and soon, I learned to prefer him this way.

After a deep inspection, I close my eyes and feel my lips trembling. A sudden wave of sadness overwhelmed me and I don't even know why. Tears stung my eyes and I rub it as I turn around to the other side, now having my back facing towards Fabio.

I felt unsettled, like something was bothering me. I suppress everything in, my jaw were clenched together and my fists were curled into a ball. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see Destefano's face. That very moment haunts me, it bothers me and I can't seem to forget about it. It made me feel sick and distraught that he was no longer here, because of me. Although he was a shit father, I still have memories of him being a great father and it hurt me.

Eventually, when I had enough, I climb out of bed and head to the restroom to get ready for the day.

A shower helped me, it relieved me of a congested nose and a throbbing headache. When I returned back to my room, Fabio was no longer in bed, instead he was dressed and showered. It seemed like he was loitering in the room, waiting for me.

"Put some clothes on, Dr Araldo wants to see you."

I blink at him, the throbbing headache returned as I traipse my way to the closet and pull out all the clothes I'd be wearing today. When I returned to the room, I place the contents on the bed and sit on the bed myself.