My Brothers' Mafia Best Friend

Chapter 43

It always goes one of two ways; I decide to tell Aiden that I love him but the words get caught in my throat, or, I get interrupted. Whether the interruption is from the reporter's on the TV, Aiden himself or a phone call, I always end up postponing the truth from him.

I rub his shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to his hair.

It's come to the point where I've been silently begging him to understand what I really feel, to understand the love I hold for him, as I've come to realise that I'm incapable of saying the three words aloud myself.

Every time he tells me he loves me, feels like another stab, straight into my heart. The guilt consumes an even bigger part of me each time he tells me he loves me and I don't say it back.

The opportunity is just never there.

"Let's go out tonight." Aiden announces, not proposing the idea. "It's been long since I've taken you out on a date." He adds, slight guilt lacing his words.

My heart clenches. He has nothing to feel guilty about.

"I would love to go on a date," I whisper, with half a smile. My eyes suddenly lit up, much to his confusion. My heart accelerates it's beats and I wonder if he can feel it under his face, where it lays against me.

Tonight.

"Great. What do you want to do, my love?" He asks, looking up at me, ready to fulfil my every wish.

Tonight Aiden will know how much I love him.

"Maybe dinner?" I ask. He hums in agreement. "I'll pick you up from our bedroom door at seven. And I'm choosing your clothes."

"I'm fine with that." I giggle before silence envelopes us.

It's been long since we've gone out, but it's understandable seeing how much Aiden has been working the past month. All because someone decided to revenge a heir's death. An unsettling feeling flumps on my body.

This morning, I woke up to Aiden carrying me upstairs. After being out all night and working, he demanded I go to sleep without him. I didn't. Something in my chest kept nagging me, so I ended up watching a movie on the plush couch inside the living room.

I didn't feel unsafe or anything. Under Arsenio's protective watch it's kind of hard to feel so, I just needed his secure arms to wrap around me from behind and the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep.

Just like right now.

I wake up to Aiden whispering hushed sentences into the phone. "Yeah... alright... me too." He mumbles and hangs up. I wince at the loud thud that echos after he throws his phone back on the floor.

Looking down, I find one of his arms draped across my chest as he holds me protectively against his front.

Kissing his forearm, I turn my head back. "My parents are coming over for lunch." He answers my unspoken question when he sees my curious expression.

His words make a smile creep up my lips.

Today, Enzo and Rose are visiting. After being overseas in Italy for a year and a half, they decided to come back to New York for a while.