POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter forty three

Annetta's POV

When something turns rotten, it belongs to the trash.

Comfort surrounds me, a wave of goosebumps reaches my body, under my clothes as I inhale a deep breath and feel my eyes roll back into a deep slumber, the one I had just woken from. It felt like I was sleeping on clouds, it truly was one of the best sleep I've had in a while.

But, I sense something and it fills me with uncertainty. I flutter my eyes open, they felt swollen and were most definitely dry. A figment of last night flashed across my mind, how I drained my eyes from tears as I sobbed on Fabio.

Oh shit.

Fabio.

He comforted me while I was at my weakest.

Shit, shit, fuck!

Instant regret fills me to the brim, my stomach hurt as I cringed really hard at the thought, the fucking image, every single fucking thing. Why did I fall for it? What made me fall into a vulnerable state? My sleep walking?

Destefano.

I blink and freeze on the bed, the cold chilly morning freezes my skin and suddenly, I feel drained once again.

"Buongiorno."

"Shit!" I scowl, practically bouncing off the soft mattress as I turn my whole body around but when he caught me in time, I freeze in his arms. I blink up at him, the sheer concern remained etched in his thick brows as he furrowed them. He gapes at me like he had witnessed something unbelievable, but it only made my face turn red.

"It's alright, it's only me."

My breath shudders as Fabio comforts me once again, this wasn't normal and although it wasn't, I had no difficulty accepting it. I liked it, it made me tolerate Fabio more than I ever thought I would in my life. His jaw clenched, making the muscles in his face move. His hair was neatly combed, just like how it was last night and it made me wonder how it was possible for it to remain like that even after a sleep? Did he even sleep? His eyes were drawn with fatigue, every time he blinked, his eye lids would droop. His lips were plumped and his eyes bore into mine. It seemed as though he was trying to read me, scrutinise me with those silvery eyes. It intrigued me, it tempted me to explore.

"What are you doing here?" I mumble, pulling away from him and curling to my side of the mattress, trying to stretch the last bit of sleep out of my system. Fabio doesn't move, he remains wherever he was.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He asks, his tone was pensive. I didn't respond, instead I close my eyes and hope to fall back to sleep again. "Annetta, look at me." My eyes shot right back open when his voice pulled me out of a state of unconsciousness.

I inhale a deep breath and roll over, I pull myself up and sit up. I could see Fabio studying me from the corner of my eyes and it was intimidating for sure. Once I sit up, I glance at him. My throat begins to tremble as my heart squeezed in my chest, Fabio continued to study me like I wouldn't realise and it didn't stop him. I gulp and suddenly, feel the throbbing sensation return, striking the centre of my temples.

"Were you going to do it?" He asks, his nostrils flared a little.

"Do what?"

"Shoot yourself, dammit!" He grumbled,

"No." I shake my head, "I don't remember going to the range to hurt myself."

"You can't do that again." He mumbles, I glance at him and sense his distress, like he cared. I blink at him nonchalantly, something about the way he spoke to me made me feel appreciated and for the first time in a very long time, I felt good. "I know it tough for you, I understand that you don't want to be here at the moment, and I'm at fault for putting you in this situation but I can get you out of it. I need time. I promise you once it's out the way, you are free to leave."