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I watched as her breathing became even and steady, as she peacefully slept.

Her golden-brown hair was perfectly flawed out all over the pillow, strands falling in front of her face.

Her full lips were pouted slightly, her dark eyelashes fanning her high cheekbones.

Her small hands were wrapped around my own laying them on her stomach.

She was perfect.

And not one person would take me away from her.

I would kill whoever dares to try.

I have watched myself slowly become addicted to her.

Everything she did made my heart stupidly flutter and pull me in towards her.

The little things she did pulled me in, when she smiles randomly as she thinks to herself, or when she traces my tattoos without noticing.

She's got this energy that surrounds her that makes anyone highly addicted.

I rested my head against the headboard and closed my eyes as the feel of her breathing made me slowly doze off into the darkness.

*

I woke up at 4am, only getting 3 hours of sleep which was surprisingly long for me.

It seems that she is the only person or thing that could make me sleep anytime.

I took a shower, then came back out grabbing my laptop and sat back down next to her in the bed.

I started my work, and then she started to stir a bit, wrapping her arms around my torso and wrapped a leg around my waist snuggling into me.

I adjusted the laptop on my lap and continued.

About 2 hours later she woke up.

Her eyes opened and widened as she realised her position.

I looked at her emotionlessly as she sat up and apologised.

She quickly ran to the bathroom and got out 5 minutes later.

She looked up at me and smiled brightly.

I shook my head at her in amusement.

She came and sat down next to me again, and looked up at me as if she wanted to ask me something.

I sighed and shut my laptop, looking down at her blankly.

I nodded at her to speak and she did.

"I was just wondering, who was that girl with you yesterday?" She asked me as she looked down at her hands playing with the ring I gave her.

"Business partners daughter," I answered her truthfully.

Her name was Amanda, she would try to 'seduce' me on certain occasions, just because her father is a high business partner of mine she thinks she can just come to my house and try to get me to fuck her.

Never have, never will.

She nodded her head slowly in understanding, but something was still on her mind.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap, her cheeks turned pink which made me inwardly smirk.

"What is it, Layla?" I ask her keeping my eyes contained on her own green ones.

"Did you ever...

She trails off and I shake my head.

"No," I answer her and she nods her head satisfied.

I get off the bed bringing her small frame with me, she squeals wrapping her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck.

I walk over to the elevator, pushing the button and patiently waiting for the doors to open.

The doors open, we get inside and make our way downstairs.

I lead us to the kitchen and sit her down on the stool.

I get the ingredients out for breakfast and start cooking as I feel her eyes bore into my back.

15 minutes later I'm done cooking and set down her plate of food next to mine.

She grinned at me and thanks me, as she starts digging into the food.

I nod at her once and start eating next to her.

I finished before her and place my plate in the sink, I go over to her and kiss her forehead before going over to the living room.

Once I'm out of sight from her I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the person I needed to speak to.

"Angelo?" The person says on the other line.

"Si. Posizione ?" I ask him.

Translation; Yes. Location?

"Non ancora capo" he replies.

Translation; Not yet boss.

With that, I hang up and shove the phone back into my pocket.

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated.

Fucking bastard hid well.

The three months I spent apart from her, were to find him. They had a location of him being in Italy but before I got the chance to grab him and kill him myself, he got away.

He was moving all over Italy, but by the time I almost had him he headed out of the country. As if knowing I was going to be there and track him down, but he decided to fuck around and play with time.

I hear Layla's angelic voice call out my name.

I lick my lips and make my way towards her.

Once her eyes landed on me they lit up as a soft smile graced her angelic face.

She walked over, stood in front of me and smiled up at me.

"You staying?" I asked her.

She shook her head no and replied,

"I'm going to the cafe with Eliot and Violet."

I nod in response and grab her hand walking out the doors.

I open the car door for her and wait for her to get in before shutting it.

I get in on my side and start the car.

I drive out of the gates and speed my way through the streets.

Once we make it to her house, I walk her to her doorstep.

She turns around to me and opens her arms.

I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her waist, as she wraps her own around my neck.

I bring my head into her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

We stay like this for a bit and then break ourselves away.

The warmth was now replaced with the cold air.

She smiles up at me as I nod at her once.

I wait for her to get into her house, once she's in I head over to my car and get in, driving away.

I drive all the way to the warehouse, parking and getting out, I walked straight in heading towards the board room.

I see Andre and Dante sitting there conversing with my men who were tracking down Matteo's location.

I make my way over to my seat, and sit down making myself known.

Their attention turns to me and Andre was the first to speak.

"So we have an update. Not on the location though."

I nod my head at him to continue.

"The yearly Mafia Ball, is going to bed held on the 28th of December this year, here in New York. We know for a fact that Matteo will be there, considering everyone must attend."

I thought for a second and added everything up in my head.

"He'll be there because that was what he meant, when he said he'll see me in 5 months time. At the gala." I say blankly.

"Exactly. Considering we might not find him until the ball, we've got a plan settled. But you're not going to like it." He says looking me in the eyes.

They explained what they had planned out, nevertheless, it was good.

But he was right.

I fucking hated it.