Chapter 28

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Marina Vettle

I woke up, feeling the bed colder than usual. I opened my eyes, and saw that Giovanni was not here. I started to panic, not liking to be alone when I woke up. I sat up, and frowned. The door opened, and I saw Giovanni walking inside. "Buongiorno, Tesoro." He smiled, walking further inside of the room.

"Hello." I smiled, looking at his gorgeous face, before rubbing my tired eyes,

"Ok, here is the thing." He started, while I walked around the bed, sitting down next to me. He brushed my hair out of my face. "I have to do some stuff today, I will be coming very late at night, but," He said, making me feel unsure, and unprotected. "There are four of my most trusted men here. You know who Adam and Ace are, they will be here." He said, making me nod. I did know who they were, but I had just shared a cordial nodded with them. "If you need anything, tell them, but if you feel like you need me for anything, I don't care if it's silly, call me, ok?" He looked at me in the eyes, making me nod. He kissed my cheek, and feeling brave this morning, I grabbed his wrist, pulled him down, and kissed his cheek.

"Be careful, please." I whispered, still feeling tired..

"Just for you, Tesoro." He smiled, kissing me one more time, before he stood up, and left the room. I looked around and just took in the place. I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. It smelled like his cologne, and like he showered not long ago. I washed my face, and changed into something more decent than just a t-shirt of Giovanni. I didn't want the men that were down stairs to see me how I came into this world. I got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. I walked down, knowing that if I didn't have anything for breakfast, either he would notice, or someone from the guards would tell him.

"Good morning." I greeted them, and they just nodded back. They were dressed with all black combat outfits, and a bulletproof vest. There was one standing right in front of the door, with a rifle in his hands, looking at the front, with no expression. I walked to the kitchen, and saw Ace and Adam arguing. When they realized I walked in, they stopped, and just looked at me. "Hey, guys." I smiled, walking to the fridge.

"Hey, Marina." Adam smiled widely.

"Good morning, Ms. Vettle." Ace nodded.

"Please, Ace. I have told you thousands of times. Call me Marina." I told him, pulling out the milk. I put the coffee machine - which took me days to learn how it works - on. Meanwhile, I made some scrambled eggs, and toast. It wasn't a huge breakfast, but Giovanni told me not to force it, but as he also said, I needed to eat.

"I'm going to leave for a second." Adam announced, while typing on his phone. I finished my breakfast, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. I walked out of the kitchen, leaving Ace looking to the front with a concerning look. I walked up to Giovanni's room, and grabbed something to change. I got in the shower, taking my time to relax, as I hadn't been able to relax since the moment Giovanni walked out of the apartment.

Even though, sometimes I was still scared of Giovanni, giving that he was the Don of the fucking Sicilian mafia, I felt safe when I was around him. He showed me before everything went down who he was, and how much he cared about me. About everything. And, even though there was a visible tension between us, I felt comfortable, and how slowly we were going back to what it was. I knew it was not going to be completely how it was, as now I knew things, that to be honest I didn't know how to feel, at least he was sincere.

I dried my hair, and brushed it, as I hadn't taken proper care of my hair in a long time. I applied the hydrating creams gave me, when he saw my skin was peeling off. I put on white sweatpants, and a baggy band t-shirt, and I decided to put on a sports bra, as they were more comfortable than normal ones. I didn't really know why I had a sports bra, if I didn't do any sports, and I hadn't in a long time. The only thing I knew was that they were comfortable.

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