~VITTORIA~I woke up the next morning and reached for my nightstand to check the time with my eyes still closed. I couldn't find it neither could I find my phone and it was only then that I felt someone holding me closely and warm breaths fanning my neck. And it was Roman. The whole previous night flooded my memory and I remained indifferent, trying to make the decision of how I was going to get away quietly without waking him up. The last night was incredible, I admitted and it was something I hadn't seen coming either. I enjoyed it as well but the lingering feeling of guilt I had in me wouldn't fade away for some reason. It was like I was reliving the past all over again, only that Isabelle's death had already kind of happened. I looked over slowly at him and he had his eyes still closed. I took a huge breath before gently taking his hand up and away from me. I had not even started getting up before his hand wrapped around my body and drew me closer to himself again. To my shock

~VITTORIA~I walked into the sitting room and scoffed, making them notice my presence. Sore enough they weren't happy to see me. Simone was sitting there together with three other men who were from other mafia families of lower rank. They had also been present at the meeting when Bianchi was killed by Roman."Y'all seem to be having a fun conversation," I told them looking from one person to another. And making sure I said it in the rudest tone I could use. "I mean since Tiziano's name was mentioned, it sparked my interest a little bit too much.""Always that damn mouth of hers," One of them spat out giving me a dirty look from head to toe."I told you." Another chipped in, in a low tone."You fuckin-""Vittoria," Roman called out softly, cutting me off and grabbing my hand. I had forgotten he was even there with me."I'll take care of it from here." He assured."Yeah, you better. I wouldn't want to deal with a woman's whining today." The first man commented once more."Say a sentence

~VITTORIA ~ I woke up in Roman's bed, again. This was something I was not going to get used to anytime soon. We had not addressed what had happened at Simone's house a few days ago and he didn't look like he was going to talk about it so I just kind of let it be. The day after that, he had come back acting like his usual self, flirty and annoying. He had even gotten me a couple of gifts while coming back home and I thought that was sweet of him. Yesterday evening, he had met me in the kitchen, making coffee which I had planned to use to keep me awake while I worked. And somehow we had started flirting and the flirting had turned into kissing him and now I was awake the next day in his bed. How I had just given in to him made me realize how much I had missed him from the last intimate night we shared and I found myself this morning wanting more of him even. He was snoring softly behind me as he moved a little, I turned around gently to face him. He had his arm on me and in his slee