Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)
came witho
er into wakefulness. She stared at the ceiling, listening, breathing in the petrichor that seeped throu
r of a t
d've bur
leve
ersation in the study. Her father hadn't been a name to her, just a ghost that lingered in the
r feet led her to the hallway beyond the study, where the windows rattled
rain casting streaks of silver across his face. His tie was undone, shi
asleep," he said
one check your hand,"
he bandage from the night before was still wrappe
n't hurt,
nside. "Lying doe
st the window frame. His eyes wer
ached into her pocket and p
ently, and she unwrapped the old gauze. The wound look
urt, huh?"
, barely. "Not th
then, softly, like a thread stretched too t
oked up
se who want to see you gone. And I
said. "You've stop
d to understand that, Emilia. You're
ed. "Are
s head. "That's n
ou keep blee
ort, bitter sound. "You t
n't
ed to take more. It's about a girl who should've been forgotten but wasn't.
ed. "So why didn
"Because you looked at me like I wasn't a
ked the breath
gaze, unsure h
catching himself too late
uci
No
rp this time. It was raw.
*
milia found Rosa wai
ere crossed, her sh
too close to him,"
rowned. "
d he's letting you.
't unde
for too long. He's forgotten what it means to be h
h twisted. "I'm
Sometimes it's the quiet ones
ed, "He's not made for softness. He'l
*
e was tending to a plant she hadn't seen before, smal
hose?" she a
e her. "They're called angel's bre
hey don't look like the ki
e said. "That
near him, her fingers trai
yesterday," she said.
n didn
cided yet," he
ia no
he whispered, "don't wa
her, something uns
won'
oth knew it