Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: Darkness of the mind

Val's P.O.V.

Images always flash in my mind of how my life used to be. The darkness of my mind. A world where I drank a lot and was crowded by men who lined up to get with the great Alverez twins. Of course, we turned down all of them. Well, Cenia did anyway. Men bowed before us, on their hands and knees for us. Well, for me anyway, and I satisfied my needs. So when we stumbled into Dante's household 4 weeks ago, that life seemed to suddenly change, and I didn't miss it. I no longer wanted every man to be on my beckoning call. I wanted one man to be.

Dante Lombardi.

Ever since I had my mental breakdown in the gym 5 days ago, he was on his hands and knees for me and to say I loved it.

I FUCKING ADORED IT.

He had me stay in his bedroom so I could regain my strength -Mental breakdowns take a lot of energy-, he slept in the chair next to the bed every night, even though I argued with him to sleep in a proper bed, Dante just said he would never let me sleep alone and unwatched. He treated me like a princess. No, A Queen. Maids were sent up to give me breakfast, lunch and dinner. So, they would bring anything else that I wished for throughout the day. Dante would see me from 13.00 pm until 17.00 pm and leave for work matters. In that time we spent together, I learnt more about him each time;

He loves beef and onion crisps but hates ready-salted. He hates it when he doesn't get his own way, Something I could use in the future and the present. He loves Christmas and Halloween but not Easter because he's terrified of rabbits. Which I laughed heavily at; who would be terrified of such a fluffy creature? He wasn't impressed, but he laughed when I said I'm afraid of bees; he vowed to get rid of any if he sees in the house, and he hates red wine, which I squealed at when I told him I hate it too, you just have to have the pallet for it. Cenia saw me when she could; she was getting everything ready for the Spanish mission. Marking out when would be the best date to go, she would converse with me when she could. She cheered me up every day.

Today would be no different. It turned 13.00 pm on Dante's digital clock on his side table, and I was sitting in the black covered bed sheets ecstatically waiting for him to arrive. 13.39 pm I re-read the clock, and he hasn't arrived yet; maybe something happened, or maybe he's just busy. Disappointment and worry clouded over me as I slightly came to the reality that he was not coming. Why do I allow myself to fall for men? Oh, Dios...Why was I so stupid to think Dante likes me. To think that me!! Some idiot girl, like the rest, fell into the beautiful ocean blue eyes of the Italian mafia boss. I wonder how many have?. Flashes of my dark past come flooding back as the thought of what Diego has done to me clouded my mind, and I didn't even realise the door opening. I look up from my shaking hands to see the blue eyes I fall for even more every day.

"Mio Amore, What's wrong?" Dante says he wears a shirt and tie with fitted trousers that accents every good curve on his perfect body. A concerned expression planted across his face, and he quickly made his way to the bed and grabbed my hands. I blink away my tears and smile.

"Nothing, I'm just waiting for you!" I say, a little too ecstatically. He chuckles while kissing my now calm hands. Rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles.

"Val, you can tell me anything; I'll never hurt you," he said, his eyes looking into mine as if he was trying to find my words instead of me physically saying them.

"I can't," I say, looking down; he's been trying to get me to say anything about Diego for the past couple of days; he does it in a way that he makes me think I know he's not asking, but I know he wants the answers. I look up as he just nods and smiles. I can't get over how his smile makes a part of my heart shine; I want to ignore it, knowing that I still fear falling for someone again, but I'm accepting it the more Dante gets to know me and how I get to know him.