Warning - This chapter will dive into Natalia's past. If that's something you are uncomfortable with, please skip ahead to the next chapter. Thank you!
Enzo's POV
I heard a noise coming from the kitchen late at night. My curiosity was piqued, despite the late hour. It couldn't be the maids making the noise, as they had already gone home. I was intrigued and needed to see who was responsible for all the commotion.
I have a pretty good idea of who might be awake right now in my part of the house - it's Natalia. I know she struggles to sleep at night. I often hear her in her room at night, tossing and turning or pacing around. She mentioned having nightmares one night when she slept on me, so I'm assuming that's why she can't sleep at night.
Unfortunately, I believe I know who she has nightmares about - Mike. I know Mike has always been abusive towards Natalia, but I don't know the full extent of what he did to her. I don't know if I even want to know everything he did to her. I might not like what I discover if I ask her about it.
As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Natalia standing on the counter. My anger spiked at the sight of her reaching for something on the high shelf. What is she doing? I don't think she realizes how dangerous this is. I studied her as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach even higher. I almost laughed at her angry face when she realized she couldn't reach whatever she was aiming for.
Then she does something so dumb that I could kill her for it. She jumps, but her foot slips off the counter as she lands. My heart stops as I run up to her and try to catch her. She successfully lands in my arms, emitting a small "oof" from her lips. My heart starts beating again at the feeling of her being safe in my arms.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. When she realized that she is in my arms, bridal style, her eyes widened in surprise. She nervously bit her lip when she noticed my intense glare fixed on her.
She has no clue how badly I want to bite that damn lip for her. Having her in my arms isn't helping either. I could feel her curves against my body, making it impossible to stay mad at her. When her wide innocent hazel eyes anxiously glanced up at me, I clenched my jaw to control myself. I need to put her down before I bend her over this counter and make those innocent eyes turn dark with lust and corruption.
I sighed and carefully placed her on the floor. She seemed nervous as we locked eyes once more. I initially checked her for injuries, but soon found myself admiring her appearance. Her brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, revealing her beautiful face. She isn't wearing any makeup, which allowed me to appreciate her natural beauty. Anxiously, she bit her plump bottom lip, and her hazel eyes avoided mine out of embarrassment. The light freckles on her nose added to her innocent look, but her body told a different story.
It takes all my willpower not to stare at her snug shorts and pajama top. I know that if I let my gaze drop, I will lose all control. This woman is a goddess, with beauty so extraordinary that it's hard to believe she's human.
Everything about her captivates me. Even with her messy bun, no makeup, and pajamas on, I'm ready to get on my knees and worship her beauty. I think if she told me to bow down to her, it would be nearly impossible not to.
Although I am enchanted by her, I can't let that stop me from being mad at her. With how small she is, my need to protect her only increases. Perhaps I'm a bit overprotective but in my world, it's necessary.
Natalia's POV
Enzo caught me. I was completely shocked that he caught me from falling. It feels like I'm in a cheesy romance movie. Sadly, Enzo almost immediately set me down on the floor and glared at me. I know I'm in trouble, yet I don't know why. I have no clue why he would be mad at me right now. I don't understand Enzo's complex emotions, but I have a good feeling that he will inform me about what I've done wrong.
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My Mafia Marriage
RomanceNatalia's life has been hell since the day she was born because of her deceased parents and the abusive man who stole her from a foster home, Mike. She has been abused by men her whole life, both physically and mentally, creating fear within her tow...