BOOK 1
Leonadas, The Don of the Italian Mafia, he was taught to be emotionless, cold, and to protect what was his. Whether it was his mafia or his family. It was his to protect. But what happens when a certain person comes and messes with his routi...
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Seeing Oaklee smiling with a gun to her head, telling the guy to shoot made me go crazy. I don't know what happened but seeing that I lost all self control. I had to have her. I had to have her in arms. I had to have her with me. If that makes me clingy or possessive then so be it. I'm a fool for her, already.
I went to her building to see her and when I walked in her office she was laying on her couch staring at the wall across the room.
I waited a couple minutes for her to notice me but she stayed there not moving. If her chest was moving as she took a breath, I would've thought she was dead.
I walked over to her, rubbing her arm. I think she woke from this daydream thing because she started blinking really fast.
I crouched down in front of her. Pushing back hair out of her face, I gave a gentle smile, whispering 'hello'.
She looked at me with bloodshot eyes, smiling a little. Opening her arms for me and scooting over, I take my place wrapping my arms around her.
Despite being on an uncomfortable couch. Despite being in an office in her building. Her breaths became even indicating she was asleep. I just laid there listening, until soon enough my eyes fluttered shut.
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Groaning, I wake up with a lovely sore neck. But that's what you get for sleeping on a small couch. I'd do it again if it meant sleeping next to Oaklee.
Speaking of Oaklee, I just realized she's not in the couch. Turning my head to look for her. I find her sitting at her desk already looking at me with a small smile.
"Hey. It's about time you woke up." She says softly.
"How long was I out for?" Positioning myself on the couch better so I can look at her without hurting my neck.
"Um, probably like 3 hours or something." She mumbles looking at her computer. Taking a sip of something.
My eyes widen, I don't sleep good. It's not insomnia and I don't have nightmares. I sleep for like an hour and wake up for an hour and then back to sleep, it happens over and over again.
