My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 15: KING OF HELL
HAVEN'S POV
I heard a knock, and I almost jumped up to a sitting position, but a hand pressed gently on my back to hold me down. I couldn't do anything except lean back against Allessio's bare chest, which I used as my pillow throughout the night.
"Lascia il cibo fuori."
Since I don't understand Italian, I thought he told whoever was outside to enter. But to my relief, the door remained closed.
"We should get up," I whispered.
We haven't left the room since yesterday. That's no exaggeration. We literally haven't step foot outside the room even once. At first, he told me he has somewhere to go, but in the end, he ended up turning off his phone and throwing it inside his drawer so it would stop ringing.
Maybe someone was delivering food again, and he told them to leave it outside. Yesterday I woke up with food already prepared and waiting for us.
He let out a groan and moved. But instead of getting up, he just turned to me, wrapped his arms around me, and held me in a tight embrace. He buried his face on my neck, his strong legs tangled with mine on the sheet.
The day before was... well, eventful. We haven't really gone all the way, but if the things he made me experience already managed to push me towards the edge of my sanity, I think a much-needed preparation must be done if I'm going to do that with him.
"Are you perhaps using me as an excuse to skip work today?"
"I don't have an eight-to-five job, gattina."
"Yeah. You work for far more hours than that," I said with a roll of my eyes.
He lifted his head to look at me. "And you don't like that?"
I chewed the inside of my cheek, but I didn't answer. But it was enough for him to understand.
Allessio seems to enjoy the fact that I hate that he's out to work for unbelievably long hours. Sometimes he gets home early, but mostly he returns late at night. Especially during those times that we were still avoiding each other. Technically, he was the one avoiding me first.
"Alles—"
"I'm not using you as an excuse," he said, answering my first question. "I never miss a day to go do what I have to do. From a very young age, I was already aware of my responsibility as the next capo since I'm the son of one of the most powerful men in Italy. Tardiness is not something I ever entertained in my life. Except when I woke up today and I found this beauty sleeping peacefully in my arms."
I felt my cheeks redden. Allessio has a way with words, and he knows how to sweep me off with it. If I'm going to add the way he is with actions, then he's like a prince in a fairy tale. Except instead of bringing flowers, he's bringing orgasms.
