Two Broken Hearts

Chapter nine

Matteo's POV:

When I brought Maria here she didn't complain or anything and that was the problem. I needed her to go against me so it could be easier for me to realise her once I get her out of this business.

I was avoiding her as much as possible and I didn't see her in a week. One day that I decide to talk to her she finds Amber and I found her threatening Amber and pulling her on her knees by her hair.

And I thought that was hot as fuck. I watched for a bit thru the window until I got in to keep her from reaping Amber apart. I was going to give Maria a hard time.

You could tell by her words and actions she was a professional. She didn't show fear. Her guard was always up, except when I was there to break it. But I didn't want to play that game.

I convinced myself I need her for information and information only but... I knew that wasn't true.

When she looks at me with those eyes, flashing me her sinister smile and batting her eyelashes... I knew I was a gone man. She brought the feelings I thought I lost.

But.

I can't have her. Not ever, not now, not even just once. She shouldn't be in this. And I'm going to let her out of this shit she is involved and move on. I just hope my heart and her heart will be intact at the end of this mess.

Around 2 o'clock in the morning I heard screaming and crying. I knew that was Maria but I couldn't go in. I knew what was happening to her, the same thing that happens to me when I close my eyes.

Even if I am the ruthless mafia leader and even if she is a professional assassin and a killer... We have horors and nightmares about each of our sins. They come back to us, to haunt us. Karma IS a bitch.

After two hours I heard her still crying and I swore to myself that I will JUST check up on her, nothing else.

She was curled up on her bed. When I walked in, her eyes quickly watched my every move. In dark she couldn't tell who I was, yet she somehow knew. When the moonlight reflected her to me I saw how beautiful she really is.

Black hair, sprawled on her shoulders and cheeks. Her blue ocean eyes hold a storm in them. Dry tears on her cheeks and a flash of red. I smirked she was checking me out and was embarrassed.

After telling me that she dreamt of her father I knew how hard her life must have been. And I was angry at myself for not doing anything, for not having a clue that she was suffering. I always thought she would be an A+++ student, geek even. But here she was, a top killer, crying to me.

I swatted hair from her cheek and looked her deep in the eyes. I so badly wanted to kiss her, to sweep her worries away and tell her everything will be alright. I couldn't. She can't love me.

I was a wrong man to love and she was a wrong girl to fall in love with.

As I got closer to her she closed her eyes, probably waiting for a kiss. I smirked to that. She isn't so innocent as I thought. But I really wanted to kiss her. I promised myself not to, though. So I kissed her forehead. Even that was crossing the line.

As I tucked her in, just like old times I could see she was still not peaceful. Her gentle cheeks were so soft I had to give them a peck. And with that I turned around and left, not closing the door behind me. I watched her fall asleep from the distance. I needed to know she will not be restless.

And I watched her breathing going in normal pace. She turned around in her sleep, those full lips opened for a second and she muffled: "Matteo."

I smiled. Such a precious angel... In the arms of a cruel world.

Her hair was on her chest and I could see a pick of her tits. Damn!

I knew that was the time to leave. Even if I didn't want to.

Ugh! What are you doing to me Karla?!

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