"I'm sorry about them..." he laughed, opening the car door for me. "it's fine, your mother is sweet" I replied, sliding into the car."you think that now... but wait till you see her at Christmas... she is a mad woman" "Did you get her festive spirit?" I smirkedHis eye brows rose, before he turned smiling. We pulled up outside the club before walking in."Christiano!" Angelo ran down the hall, his face covered in worry."You look like you've seen a ghost my friend... what's up?" Christiano shoved his hands in his jean pockets"Damien is here" I turned to Christiano, rage dawned over his face, as the smile dropped off his face. "who's Damien?" "he's a very bad man" Christiano muttered. If he is calling him bad... then he must be a monster."what do you want me to do boss?" Angelo straightened his tie"I need to go and get changed... but we treat him like any other guest. We don't want him to think we're scared of him" Angelo nodded before hurrying off."What do you want me to do?"

After that night, Damian never came round again. Christiano calmed down quickly soon after, going back to his normal self. I was allowed to dance occasionally, only if Christiano was around and only if I didn't do any private dances. Being with him, it felt normal, comfortable even. He was different with me, gentle.. calm... funny... It was an early night, and the club was quiet, so the doors shut early. Every time I'd come off stage Christiano would be waiting... he would take me straight off to either his office or his room, or sometimes we'd only make it to the bathroom. Our chemistry was insane, everything felt so right. We would spend the days in his bed, and the night with him watching me dance or taking breaks together when we could. Damian was dead. They told me a few days later that they'd killed him, before dumping his body in the canal. Is it wrong that I felt okay about it? He deserved it... ---"you did great out there Vanessa!" Carly launched herself at me as I ste

We woke up the next morning wrapped up in eachother. Christiano traced patterns across my bare skin, his head nuzzled into my neck. "your something else..." "an alien?" I asked, trying to hide the smile on my face "because I've tried to hide the green goo but it's hard..." "you know what I mean..." he mumbled. "are you happy?" "I am..." I trailed off "I don't know what's going to happen... for me... for you.. us... but I feel safe..." I turned to face him, "I feel at home" He smiled, capturing my lips with his. He was so slow, so gentle, the kiss held a thousand unsaid things... "I've never ... Im fall..""Boss! the Russians are back!" Dom raced into the office, gun in hand.Christiano stood me up, wrapping a blanket around me. Dom turned around as Christiano pulled on his trousers, and his shirt. "Dom take here to the safe room... and don't let her out... no matter what happens" he walked over to the dresser against the far wall, pulling out a machine gun."wait what we're you go

I didn't slow down. Not until I finally reached the metal gates which new could give me safety. They slowly opened, allowing me to speed down the long driveway towards the house. I stopped suddenly when I reached the front door, switching off the engine. My heart raced so loud I could hear it, my palms sweaty and sticky. "Dom's back!" I heard Carly yell back Into the house before she sped down the steps. she flung the car door open, her face falling when she saw only me. "Vanessa?" she questionedI stepped out of the car, flinging myself towards her the tears finally falling down my face. "oh my god" she sighed, as he clung onto me."what happened?" Joey appeared at the door, in a white vest top and jogging bottoms. "where's Dom?" he looked at the car suspiciously"hes- he's dead." I managed to splutter out over the tears. Joey's face fell, as he held his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry Joey... They... omg" "fùck!" he screamed, punching the wooden door, causing it to crack upon imp

1 week laterI had been to visit Christiano everyday, he was getting stronger every time I saw him. The doctor said he was lucky, one of the bullets missed his spinal cord by an inch, if it had hit it he would have been paralysed. But he still couldn't walk, not that well anyway. They moved him to his room, where he had bars put in the corner of the room where he practiced walking, and everyday he got better. The determination in his eyes was unmatchable, he had a hunger to get well again... Currently, I was sat on his bed flicking threw an old Italian magazine as he walked back and forward along the poles, discomfort across his face. "you should take a rest, you've been at it for 2 hours now" I looked up at him, he was clearly struggling, but he was stubborn and I knew he wouldn't stop until he could walk on his own again."I need to get back to work, the mafia doesn't run itself" "Angelo is doing an amazing job, you'd be so proud of him" I closed the magazine, placing it on the o