Chapter 115

Book:Trapped with the Mafia Lord Published:2024-12-11

SASHA’S POV
The soft rustling of the morning breeze through the curtains stirred Sasha awake. Blinking against the soft glow of dawn, she shifted in bed, instinctively reaching for Sebastian.
Her hand met the cool expanse of the sheets beside her, signaling he’d been up for a while. As her senses sharpened, she caught the low, serious cadence of his voice drifting in from the balcony.
Curiosity piqued, Sasha sat up, pulling the blanket around her shoulders. Through the sheer curtains, she saw him, phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette outlined by the early sunlight.
Dressed casually in a white shirt and dark slacks, Sebastian looked every bit the enigma she’d fallen for.
His free hand gestured subtly, his tone firm yet composed, as if he were commanding the world to bend to his will.
She stayed still, not wanting to interrupt, and instead observed him. Even in his most mundane moments, Sebastian exuded a quiet intensity that both unnerved and captivated her.
He glanced briefly over his shoulder, sensing her gaze, and his features softened.
Wrapping up the conversation quickly, he slipped the phone into his pocket and turned toward her, his expression now tender.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice warm as he approached her.
“Morning,” Sasha replied, her tone tinged with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”
Sebastian leaned down, pressing a light kiss to her cheek, his lips lingering just enough to stir her senses.
“Everything’s fine,” he assured her. But his eyes, as much as they sought to comfort, hinted at layers of thoughts he wasn’t ready to share.
Sasha tilted her head, studying him. “You’re sure? You seemed… preoccupied.”
He offered her a small smile, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his.
“Preoccupied, maybe, but not with anything you need to worry about. I promise.”
His thumb brushed over her knuckles, a gesture that usually melted her resolve, but today, she wasn’t entirely convinced.
“If you say so,” she murmured, deciding not to press further-for now.
Sebastian shifted gears seamlessly, his demeanor lightening. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, his voice casual but deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about Roland.”
“Roland?” Sasha repeated, her brow furrowing.
He nodded. “I’ve decided he should stay with you, at least for the time being.”
Sasha blinked, surprised. “Stay with me? Why?”
Sebastian’s grip on her hand tightened slightly, his gaze steady. “I need someone I trust by your side while I’m handling work.
And frankly, Roland’s skills are wasted shadowing me. I need him to make me look good to your father.”
Sasha couldn’t help but smile at the way he phrased it. “Make you look good? Sebastian, my father doesn’t need convincing about you.”
“Maybe not,” he said with a faint smirk, “but it doesn’t hurt to have someone keeping an eye on things while I’m tied up.”
Though she was touched by his concern, Sasha also felt a pang of unease.
Sebastian’s insistence on ensuring her safety always hinted at dangers he rarely elaborated on. Still, she trusted him implicitly.
“Alright,” she agreed softly. “If you think it’s necessary.”
“Good.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering this time.
“You’ll be in good hands with Roland. And it gives me peace of mind.”
Sasha nodded, though a part of her still felt like there was more to his decision than he was letting on.
Later that morning, Sebastian drove Sasha to the hospital to visit her father.
The ride was quiet but comfortable, the hum of the car and the rhythm of the city providing a soothing backdrop.
When they arrived, Sebastian pulled up to the hospital’s entrance and turned off the engine. He stepped out quickly, moving around to open her door before she could do it herself.
“Thank you,” Sasha said, stepping out and adjusting her coat.
Sebastian stood close, his hands resting lightly on her waist as he looked down at her. “Call me when you’re ready to leave,” he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“I will,” she promised, though she couldn’t resist teasing him. “You know, you could come in with me.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not today. Your father and I have plenty of time to bond once he wakes up.”
Sasha smiled, appreciating his effort to keep things light. “Alright. I’ll see you later, then.”
He kissed her, soft and brief, before stepping back. “I’ll be waiting.”
As Sasha walked into the hospital, she felt the familiar weight of his gaze on her. It was a comfort she’d grown used to, knowing Sebastian was always watching, always protecting.
Once inside, she couldn’t resist glancing back through the window of the waiting room. Sure enough, his car was still parked in the driveway. He hadn’t left.
For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, the sight made her chest tighten. It wasn’t unusual for Sebastian to linger, but today, it felt different-like there was more to his presence than his usual vigilance.
She stayed by the window, watching as he sat in the driver’s seat, his figure stoic and unmoving. Minutes passed, and he didn’t leave.
A strange feeling crept over her, a mix of warmth and unease. Sebastian’s devotion was undeniable, but lately, she couldn’t shake the sensation that they were being watched-by someone else.
As if on cue, Sebastian finally started the engine. His car pulled out slowly, and Sasha watched until it disappeared from view. Even as she turned to head to her father’s room, the feeling lingered.
Inside the hospital room, the steady beep of her father’s heart monitor greeted Sasha. She pulled up a chair beside his bed, taking his hand in hers.
“Hi, Dad,” she said softly, her voice trembling just a little. “It’s me.”
The room was quiet except for the hum of machines and the muffled sounds of the hospital outside.
Sasha found comfort in the routine of her visits, even though her father’s condition remained unchanged.
She updated him on everything-her day, her feelings, and even the little things Sebastian had said to make her smile.
It was a habit she’d developed, a way to feel connected despite the coma.
But today, her words faltered as her thoughts wandered back to the driveway, to the image of Sebastian sitting in his car.
“Do you think I’m being paranoid, Dad?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Sometimes, it feels like there’s more going on than he’s telling me. Like he’s trying to shield me from something.”
The silence that followed felt heavier than usual. Sasha sighed, squeezing her father’s hand gently.
“I know he loves me,” she continued, her voice firmer now. “And I trust him. But it’s hard not to wonder if there’s something I’m missing.”
She sat with him for a while longer, her thoughts a tangle of emotions. Eventually, she leaned over to kiss his forehead before standing to leave.
As she made her way out of the hospital, Sasha couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
It was a sensation she’d become familiar with in recent weeks, though she’d never found any evidence to support it.
Outside, the city buzzed with life, but Sasha’s focus remained inward. She glanced around briefly, her eyes scanning the area for anything unusual, but everything seemed normal.
Still, as she stepped into the cool air and headed toward the waiting area to call Roland, the feeling persisted. It wasn’t paranoia, she told herself-it was instinct.
And instincts, she’d learned, were rarely wrong.