Skyler’s POV
As she rested her head on my chest, her scent filled my nostrils. It was selfish of me not to tell her who I really am, but all I wanted was for her to see me as a normal person rather than the monster that most people portray me to be. Will she abandon me if I tell her who I am, as most people do? I envied Arcado and Griselda’s love and wished for a love like that every day. I wanted the person I fell in love with to accept me for who I am.
It’s understandable that Griselda has no fear of Arcado because she understands the mafia lifestyle we live. But there are times when I can see the pain in her eyes when we go to kill; she doesn’t want to lose Arcado, and I know she won’t, but this is life, and the challenges we face surprise us all.
“You’ve been very busy,” When I heard Amira’s amused voice, I looked down to see her staring at me.
“I’m just thinking,” I smiled at her and pecked her on the brow.
“What about?” She sat up straighter and turned to face me.
I felt tongue-tied in response to her question; I didn’t know how to respond; I couldn’t lie to her and say something else; I could either tell her the truth right now or tell her when the right time came. But how does one know when it is appropriate to reveal one’s true identity to another?
“I have something to tell you, but please don’t be afraid,” I lost my smile and turned my gaze to the wall.
I gulped down the lump in my throat and looked into her eyes before she could say anything. I felt like electricity was sizzling between us, and all I wanted to do was grab her and hug her tightly. My feelings for her grew stronger by the day, and instead of being afraid, I enjoyed falling for her. We had only known each other for a short time, but it felt like I had known her for a lifetime.
“I was born into a family who tortured and killed instead of being normal like most people.” Some people referred to us as monsters, and when they saw us, they either shook in fear or fled for the hills. But what we actually did was protect the innocent while killing the enemy.”
“So you’re in some sort of organization?” Her confused expression made her adorable.
“To be specific, I am a member of a mafia,” I stated flatly and without hesitation.
Silence fell over us, and I looked down at her slowly. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking because her face was emotionless, and as her eyes met mine, I sat up straighter. She scooted closer and tapped my face, blinking quickly.
“Are you really in the mafia?” Her enthusiasm astonished me.
“Um, yes?” My response came as a question.
Her squeal was audible as she tackled me to the bed and hugged me tightly. Fearing she would slip, my arms quickly encircled her waist and made sure not to let her go. We stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company, until she cleared her throat and sat up.
“Wow, that’s really cool,” She gave me a big smile while clapping her hands.
“Are you not afraid?” As I waited for her response, my brow furrowed.
“Do I have to be?” She fired back, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well, no,” I scratched my neck and forced my gaze away from hers.
My face was gently turned towards her by soft hands. As I clasped my hands around hers, warm chocolate brown eyes met mine. I expected her to be afraid of me at this point, but she’s actually excited that I’m in the mafia.
“As long as you don’t give me a reason to be afraid, I won’t be,” She rested her head against mine, a gentle smile on her lips.
I didn’t want to put a stop to whatever was going on between us. We hadn’t even confessed to each other, and it was still too early for feelings to develop. But it felt like we’d already said those three words with our eyes.
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Amira’s POV
Skyler’s words overwhelmed me, and the fear in me vanished in an instant. I couldn’t put into words how I felt at that precise moment. Most people would flee if they discovered that the person they like is a member of a mafia, but I wasn’t one of them. Nothing scares me anymore because I’ve been through so much crap in my life. Nothing but him.
Skyler was a man who would go to any length to protect those he cared about, and I knew we’d get my son back somehow. But I was afraid for my son’s life, not mine. He couldn’t be safe as long as he was in Kendrid’s arms, and whenever I thought about losing him, my heart felt like it wasn’t there anymore. A mother should not feel this way; a mother should raise her child and love him unconditionally, but I did not have that opportunity.
I’m not sure why I ever fell for Kendrid. What was it about him that made my heart skip a beat whenever I thought of him? Sure, he was good-looking and had manners that most guys didn’t have at the time, but he was just an average guy. Skyler, on the other hand, is just him, and he doesn’t have to try to be anyone else before my heart feels like it’s going to burst inside my chest.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” He interrupted my train of thought.
“Yeah, go ahead,” I said. Looking at him, I motioned with my hand to the bathroom.
With a grin, he turned around and walked away from me. I stood up, sighed, and took advantage of the opportunity to change my clothes. Skyler has been staying with us more frequently; most of the time, he would get calls here and there, and whenever there was an emergency, he would leave but return as soon as his job was completed.
I smiled and nodded at myself as I looked in the mirror. Despite the fact that I’m wearing a casual outfit, I like how I look. When I heard the bathroom door open, I turned around, and the scene in front of me literally took my breath away.
My gaze wandered greedily over his body. A tattoo was drawn on his chest, but I had no idea what it meant. It resembled angel wings, with a few words written so small that I couldn”t make them out. My breath became stuck in my throat as my eyes traveled further. His toned body made it difficult for me to breathe.
As he looked at me, I quickly averted my gaze. He assessed my reaction by moving slowly and deliberately. I took a step back every time he took a step forward, and when my leg hit the edge of the bed, he took advantage of the opportunity to lay me down. We locked gazes on each other, and it felt as if our hearts were beating in unison right now.
He leaned down and twirled a strand of my hair on either side of my head. As he continued to lean down, our breaths mingled as one, and my gaze followed his lips. Warm lips brushed against mine, and I let out a satisfied sigh as soon as our lips touched.
He licked my lips to request entry, and I opened my mouth to grant his request. I let out a moan and entwined our hands as soon as his tongue made contact with mine. I gasped for air as I broke the kiss, but his lips had moved down to my neck. As his torturous mouth began to lick, suck, and kiss my neck like there was no tomorrow, my hands gripped the bedsheets.
His hands moved down to my jeans and opened the buttons. I couldn’t stop him no matter how hard I tried because, as much as I tried to deny it, I wanted this more than anything else. He looked at me as he discarded my jeans.
He inquired, “Do you want me to stop?”
Shaking my head, I drew him down and kissed him passionately. He took off my pants and his lips moved down my body. I was a moaning mess under him by the time he found what he was looking for. He made eye contact with me while kissing my pussy, leaving a trail of kisses on my inner thighs. My hips bucked as he began to lap up my juices, arching my back. He had my hands cuffed to the headboard before I knew what was going on, and panic crept towards my body.
“Relax,” he muttered as he approached to kiss me.
My tense muscles relaxed beneath him, and a loud moan escaped my lips as he began to rub my clit. I yanked on the handcuff, desperate for my hands to be free, but it just stayed where it was. He began to finger me vigorously with two digits inside me, and by the time I reached my climax, I was a writhing mess.
I was almost there, almost tasting it, but his fingers vanished before I could come, and I whimpered at the loss of feeling him. He removed the towel that was covering him and let it fall to the floor, staring deeply into my eyes. My eyes took in his entire form, and I almost fell apart when they landed on his cock.
Before I could utter a word, his lips crashed down on mine and washed my worries away. He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and soon all I felt was pleasure. My hips bucked, giving him a single to start moving, and my wishes were granted when he started moving torturously slowly.
“Please, Skyler,” I let out an unknown sound as he began to move faster, begging him with my eyes.
My gaze met his, and I grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our lips collided and competed for supremacy. My back arched as he continued to speed up, breaking the kiss. A silent scream ripped through my lips as my climax washed over me, and he came undone with a groan.
He slipped out of me and drew me closer to his chest, pulling the duvet over us. As I continued to close my eyes, my eyes drooped and I yawned. But before I could fall asleep, I heard him say those three words.
“I love you.”