POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter fifty

Annetta's POV

Sleep was the best form of therapy, was it not? Do you agree?

Gathering my senses, I realised that I had fallen asleep last night in Fabio's room after joining him. Right now, I showered away the brewing anger that I managed to slowly develop in the early morning because as soon as I woke up, I was alone. I figured something that I suspected would happen and the fact that I let it happen, angered me more. They left me, even though they should've taken me.

We were supposed to visit a location we identified that could potentially have us reach Maria and Lorenzo, and I can only guess who decided to leave me back.

"Fucking Fabio." I mutter to myself as I tie my fresh silk gown around my body and run my fingers through my damp hair. I saunter to the stairs but my mind was elsewhere. Eventually, I found myself walking into the office, where I thought would be a great place to start snooping around.

Although I appreciate how he was looking out for me, and how he was concerned for my well-being, it annoyed me. He treated me like I was some fragile doll, like I have never been hurt before. I clench my jaw and storm into the empty office, the estate was pretty much empty, not a single being was in sight.

My eyes begin to scrutinise the table that was neatly handled, the last time I was in here, that table was scattered with a lot of papers and mess. I breathe through my nostrils and storm towards the computer, the thought of Fabio right now made me want to thrash this whole place.

As I click my way through the screen, I cursed under my breath when I was greeted with a request for a password to unlock the damn computer. I blink at the wide screen as my fingers curl up around the corner of the table, the realisation struck me like a rock. Of course, it would be security protected! Damn Lombardi's!

With a frustrated sigh, I pull away from the computer and make my way around the desk. My hands lean on the desk as I look, my mind was bombarded with everything that I wanted to find here but I knew that I wouldn't find anything because the Lombardi's were not stupid. I had to be smarter than them.

"Looking for something?"

Startled, I jolt against the desk and turn around to be greeted with a tired Fabio. His voice resonates across the room and penetrated my ears. He stood at the door and as I continue to watch him, he steps inside and closes the door. I blink at him, suddenly all that anger I seemed to gather for him was no longer present because I forgot about it for a millisecond. But, when he remains where he was, he tilts his head back a little and smiles softly like as if he was glad to see me, his eyes were drawn with fatigue and his hair was a mess. I wondered, did he leave during the middle of the night?

"Yes, actually." I grit through my teeth, suddenly I was heated again. Those emotions rushed back to me. I glare at him one last time before I turn my back towards him, continuing my inspection through the desk, even though I knew I wouldn't find anything.

Silence surrounds us as I make a slight mess but I was guarded the moment I felt his presence near me. Fabio reached for my waist and kept a steady hold of it. My heart palpitates in my chest.

"Ciao tesoro mio." He mumbles, his face was buried in my hair as he reached for the nape of my neck, he grabbed my wrists and summoned himself closer to my rear. His firm hands remained on my waist as I resist the urge to touch him. My hands remain on the desk, clawing it. Pain permeates my fingers when I fight that urge. A satisfied groan releases from his lips when he caresses his nose behind my ear, inhaling everything he can with one big inhale. "You smell delicious, Annetta."

"I'm angry at you." I gritted through my teeth,

"I know." He continues. My rear begins to rub him as he pushes himself closer to me. I was trapped in between the desk and him and so, it was hard for me to move away. I had every power not to give in, just sitting in my hands but when I felt a hard bulge gliding between my ass, I lose. "That's my gun, doll." He mumbles.