The Dragon's Angel ✔

10 | Too Much To Drink

Guys, I keep forgetting to say this but Malu, Reece, and Zbelle are characters from my other book titled "The Dark Heart" if you want to check that out.

Also, sorry for the long wait. I actually already started this chapter, was around 800 words when I realized that I didn't like it. So I started over.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and remind to comment & vote.

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"When are we leaving Italy?" I ask Damian after he had finished meeting another mafia family.

We were in the conference room, just the two of us. I've been with him during all his meetings and I met the different mafia families. They were all very sweet towards me. The married couples were, but some bosses were still bachelors. Some were kind, some looked cold but that's nothing new.

"Day after tomorrow," He answered then surprised me when he suddenly dragged my chair towards his with a smirk. "I'm done with everything. Now, I'm all yours."

I chuckle nervously, "Um..." He was awfully close to me now, and I leaned a little bit back. My heart was beating so fast that it could pop out of my chest.

"Look at me, Angel," He whispered huskily, making me turn towards him slowly. His eyes were so beautiful up close as he stares into mine. His eyes divert to my lips and then he suddenly leaned in, but I put my hand up to cover my lips, blocking his kiss. He stops midway, shaking his head with a smirk. My heart melts when he leaves a kiss on the back of my hand which is still between our faces.

He finally sits back and starts putting the papers together and I frown, crossing a leg over the other. "You really have to stop playing with me."

"Playing with you? What do you mean, Angel?" Damian questioned, glancing at me.

"You know what I mean Damian," I glare at him.

He places the papers down and stared at me, saying, "I really don't. Why don't you explain what you're trying to say, my love?"

We're only together because it's for my protection. I don't know why Damian can protect me but my brother can't? All of this is for my safety. I have to adjust more to this mafia life than I did before. Damian and I are just faking everything. Our marriage is fake. Once the enemies are gone, I can go back to my normal life but then nothing in my life has ever been normal. Damian is my fake husband, but sometimes I don't know if he's really into me or just good at pretending. For the past few weeks that I've been in his care, I can't deny that I feel butterflies whenever I'm around him even if he annoys the hell out of me. Sometimes he catches me staring at him and gosh, how embarrassing. I don't know how he really feels for me, but I'm falling for him already.

Which I shouldn't...

I can't.

I can't and shouldn't fall in love again.

"Well?" Damian asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I clear my throat, not in the mood to talk about it anymore. I might say things I don't want him to know...

Like these feelings I don't really understand...

"Never mind," I mutter, "I'm hungry. Let's go." I walk out the door before he could say anything.

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            It was around 2pm when I woke up from my afternoon nap. Sitting up, I check my phone for anything but there was nothing. How boring. I get out of bed, heading to the living room where Damian sleeps. We don't share the bed together. The first night we argued over the bed for 30 minutes and then he just gave up and decided to sleep on the couch. I feel bad but then he's a jerk, so I don't really care.