Someone was shaking me.
Why wake up a sleeping angel like me? Let me sleep, I thought. I groaned and snuggled into the comfy chair. That irritating shaking again. But I was stubborn too. I was in that stage of sleep where you're not fully asleep but not fully awake either.
"Respected passengers, the plane will be landing soon, please put your seat belts on." I heard someone say in a monotone voice and a tired sigh after some time. Then I felt like a little weight on me and his musky scent entered my senses. I hummed.
Then I was back in my dreamland.
I woke up with a jerk after some time, my heart skipped up a beat when I couldn't recognize my surroundings or even contemplate the time. After taking a good look around, the events of last night flashed back in my mind. I realized I was in Antonio's plane and the plan was standing still which meant we were finally on ground.
"Finally, you're awake." A familiar voice made me jump and very handsome and beautiful in a really beautiful way vision greeted me.
I wish my eyes could see this vision every morning.
I ignored that.
I stood up and immediately winced when my ribs cried out in pain. My whole body was feeling this dull ache which was uncomfortable in every way and I couldn't ignore that. I shook my head stopping Antonio from asking about my help.
But inner me was dancing around when I saw his concerned expression.
"Where are we?" I finally asked after I got breath.
"Italy." He replied with the shiny glint in his eyes.
"Come on, cara." He offered me his hand and without much thinking I took his hand.
I didn't expect anything after we walked out of the air terminal but I couldn't expect that, which was in front of me, in my wildest dreams ever. But I shouldn't be surprised.
It's my life!!
My life is incomplete without complications.
There-there Maria come out of your self-pity party.
As we took one step out of the airport. We were attacked.
I mean why??
He was a freaking mafia boss. And everyone knew about him? And a bigger problem? I was afraid of big crowds.
I gripped Antonio's arm tightly. He looked at me, his expression softened.
"Please ... I can't... I am crowd phobic, I mean I can deal with some ...but this is... please..." I whispered, my breathing immediately became erratic.
"Don't worry cara".he whispered and put on his fancy sunglasses with swagger.
Suddenly out of nowhere a team of giant men in black came. They were typical bodyguards.
You know? Tight fitting suit with black shades covering their eyes and stone expression.
They surrounded us making a way for us in the sea of people.
As we stepped deeper in the crowd I stepped closer and closer to Antonio. He grabbed my waist and I was practically glued to his side. I took a long breath in his scent of spice and musk.
"Enjoying yourself in here, don't we cara.?" he teased and I immediately wanted to smack him but didn't.
I chose to ignore this again and turned my head away. To my relief now we were seated in a typical mafia car.
Shiny black SUV.
After we were seated, one of the bodyguards started the car. Antonio was beside me.
"So everyone in Italy knows that you are a mafia boss." I couldn't stop myself from asking that.
"Mafia boss?" He laughed and shook his head.
"The paparazzi?" I asked in a duh tone.
He looked at me, amused.
"Have you heard of FAVOY INC?" He asked with his trademark smirk.
"FAVOY INC.? Yeah one of the biggest company in world?" I asked looking out of the window, a little distracted by the zooming scenery.
"I own that," he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
My jaw dropped. I snapped my head towards him.
"Oh wow! You're a billionaire." I said astonished.
"More like a trillionaire." Tristan said from the passenger seat with laughter in his voice.
Antonio just shook his head and muttered something in Italian.
"Now we'll be staying in some hotel?" I asked, a bit annoyed by the idea.
"No, of course not, we'll be staying at my place." he said.
I bet his place would be a freaking mansion.
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My Dark AngelGeneral Fiction
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