My Lover is the Son of a Mafia Leader

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SPG CHAPTER AHEAD

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The bread tasted bland, and I had to force myself to chew and swallow it.

"Ivo is probably in his room," Severin says, as he looks at me with his almond eyes. "You should go."

It's been an hour since he left me. I wonder if he is sleeping.

I wish to talk to him because I do not want to sleep without settling our misunderstanding. I know that I am at fault, too, because I did not tell him what has going on with me after seeing each other for the first time.

I should have told him right away about my mission.

I sighed and nodded to Severin. "Do you think he will talk to me?"

"I'm sure he will. He won't stay mad, Skyla, especially after what happened today." He smiles, and it assured me.

"Where is Ivo's room?" I asked, standing up from the stool chair.

"At the end of the hallway, the last room," Severin says, and he also stood up to bring the plate and cups in the sink. "I'll go to bed now. Goodnight, Skyla."

"Okay, goodnight, Severin." I smiled at him then left the kitchen.

The hallway is dark and quiet. Nikolai and Polina went to bed an hour ago, and Severin is about to get some rest too while I'm about to get into another fight, or maybe Ivo and I will talk and settle things before the sun rises.

Is this our first fight as a couple?

I wonder how many more fights we will have in the future if he and I don't communicate properly.

Now standing in front of his bedroom door, I didn't hesitate to knock. "Ivo? Can I come in, please?" I whispered at his door, but there was no answer.

Is he asleep?

I placed my hand on the doorknob and twisted it. The nervousness in my chest cleared when the door opened.

I silently closed the door and turned my eyes to Ivo's room. It is surrounded by darkness, but there is a light coming from a bedside lamp.

I see his bareback facing me. Without further ado, I walked towards his bed. The bed dipped when I climbed, "Ivo," I mumbled.

I see him move for a bit, and I smiled. I lay next to him and hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad, love."

I snaked my left arm on his waist. I put my chin on his shoulder and whispered, "I love you."

From his waist, my hands traveled down to his hard stomach. I caressed it with my hands, but he caught it before I could go any lower.

"Baby, this is unfair. I'm supposed to be mad at you."

I chuckled at his ear. "Don't be mad anymore, please. Let me explain."

Ivo slowly turned his body to face, and I lay down on the bed. The smell of the fabric conditioner hit my nose when my head rested on the pillow.

"Skyla, I can't stay mad for too long." His hand now is on my waist, and I can feel his thumb stroking my exposed skin.

"Will you hear me out then?" I asked.

I'm more than willing to tell Ivo everything. I'm sure he will understand why I am doing this mission with Noah and Detective Michaels.

Ivo might not like it, but at least he will understand where I am coming from.