Remira De Luca has been in prison for years. She was placed into a correction facility for something her guardian did, she wouldn't let them take the fall so she did.
Flash forward nine years, Aaron Cavern the French mafia don is in need of help. A...
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Aaron held me to him the entire way to our room. I didn't care because it made me feel safe. He makes me feel. Safe.
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I got out of my dress and slipped into the shower. I scrubbed my neck until it hurt, I made sure the sent of beer was off my body and washed my hair next.
"Baby, are you okay?" Aaron knocked on the door. Still hate that nickname.
"I'm fine." I rasped.
I turned off the water and got out of the shower drying off. Fuck, I forgot my clothes.
"Aaron," I sighed.
"Yeah?" He murmured.
"Can you grab me some clothes from my bag?" I brushed my hair with my hands.
A few minutes later the door was opened slightly and one of Aaron's arms came into view. I grabbed my clothes and kicked the door closed.
I then realized that when Aaron was going through my stuff he managed to pick a matching panties and bra set that was navy blue.
I'm not sure how he managed to match something that I didn't buy together, I kinda just threw shit in my bag and didn't check. I'm mad he picked out better lingerie than me.
Why am I overthinking this?
I put on the clothes and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom and got into bed. I threw the blankets over my shoulders and looked up at Aaron.
He has one hell of a body.
I swear I would let this man- never mind. I really like his V line though and it doesn't help I am madly in love with his glasses either. He has navy blue frames.
Navy blue.
Well now I know the man's favorite color. Aaron took off his glasses and got in bed next to me. We faced each other and I knew what he was wondering.
"What's wrong?" He mumbled moving the back of his hand up and down my arm.
"I'm sorry, for screwing with the plan." I huffed. "I haven't had a panic attack since I escaped. They used to be really bad and I was diagnosed with a panic distorter. It got better but I guess some things are still triggering." I scoffed.
"Yeah, like being sexually assaulted in the hallway." Aaron stared at me. "Baby, that man assaulted you. Why do you see it as just a normal Tuesday?" He asked.
"Because that's how I grew up." I shrugged. "I was brainwashed for eight years. I didn't know what was happening to me was wrong, because for me it was normal. Maybe sometimes I still have that mindset." I explained.
"Hearing you speak about your life, and how you grew up makes me remember how good of a role model you are for Gia." Aaron smiled. "You are the strongest person I've ever met."
