It's been a month since I had opened up to Giovanni. He had been the same, but different. He had been more understanding to me, but he was still the same cold Mafia boss.

I took it. It was a change and it was a good change.

It was currently nighttime and I was going to my room to sleep. I was suddenly pulled into a room by someone gently grabbing my wrist.

It was Giovanni's room.

I smiled as I saw Giovanni. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me on my lips.

I kissed back. We've been moving forward and I decided to put my past behind me. It was the best I could do.

Giovanni found out that the boy who raped me had died from drinking and driving accident. He had run a stoplight, intoxicated and a bus hit his car, killing him instantly.

I know I shouldn't feel happy that he was dead, but I did. I was happy he couldn't harm any other girls. I was happy he got what he deserved.

I felt happy.

I felt like I could move on. I didn't have anything holding me back anymore. I didn't feel like there was a pressure on my shoulder.

My brother was perfectly releasing his gang and had been doing his job as normal. He left out all the gross parts when I talked to him last and I appreciated him for that.

I didn't know where Valeria went after Tobias had told her something life changing and big for him. He had told me first.

"Chanel?" Tobias looked conflicted. His eyes were watering and he looked so vulnerable.

I was surprised. My eyes widened at the sight of him, but I didn't point it out.

"I-I need to tell you something . . ." his voice cracked. "I don't know how to tell everyone else. I felt like I could come to you first," he told me.

I was intrigued. What happened to him.

"You can tell me anything, you know that, Toby. What is it?" I asked him. My eyes soften as a tear escaped his eye.

"T-There's something wrong with me," he mumbled. He wiped his eyes and looked at the ground.

"I doubt there's anything wrong with you," I told him. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"I-I think—no—I know . . ."

"Spit it out Tobias," I told him, impatiently. I couldn't help it. I wanted to know what was bothering him. I needed to know how to help him.

"I'm gay," he said, vastly. His eyes squeezed shut. He didn't want to see my reaction.

My eyes widened even more and my mouth hung open.

He looked nervous.

"Say something," he stated. He played with his finger, nervously.

I patted his back. "That's amazing," I smiled. I engulfed him in a hug. "This means I get a gay best friend. I've always wanted one!"

"What? Y-You're not disgusting?"

"No," I scoffed. "Why would I be? You're still you, Toby. I still love you," I told him.

"Y-You love me?" He asked in awe.

"Of course I do," I assured him.

"I love you, too, but how do I tell the others, what if they aren't as positive as you." He chewed on his fingernails, nervously.

"What about Valeria?" He panicked.

How could I have not noticed that he was gay? I didn't even know.

"Don't worry much about it, I'm sure they'll understand. You're like family," I smiled at him.

"You think?"

"I know," I said. I noticed the crew staring at us. Some had surprised expressions on their face, some had cold expressions and some had knowing ones.

They heard the whole thing.

Tobias hesitantly turned around. His eyes widened. They saw the whole thing.

Everyone was silent.

"I knew it!" Valeria exclaimed. She was the one with the knowing expression. She already knew, but Tobias hadn't told her.

How could she tell and I couldn't?

Anyways ever since he accidentally came out to everyone.

Valeria left and I have et seen her since.

Giovanni and I made our way towards his bed.

"Gio," she moaned against his lips. Her heartbeat started to kick in.

He tensed. I have never called him that before.

"Say that again," he growled. I guess, he liked it.

I smiled. I kissed him along his ear. "Gio," I whispered.

"Fuck," he swore. He looked so distressed. "We have to stop now, princess, or else I won't be able to control myself."

"What if I don't want you to?" I mumbled, softly against his smooth skin.

We have never gone far. I wasn't ready too and he understood that. He knew that. I loved him for that.

I loved him.

It was true, I loved him.

I haven't loved anyone and it was scary, but I did. I loved him.

Our bodies moved against each other and we pushed into the mattress.

"I love you," I spoke, quietly. I wasn't nervous of his reaction. I didn't care what he thought. I wanted him. I needed him.

He was hesitant. He froze against my body.

My heart stopped. I messed up. I shouldn't have said that.

I was starting to panic he hadn't said anything. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He had a smile on his face, not a smirk or a grin, a genuine smile.

"I love you, princess," he said. We stared at each other. Our eyes bored into each other. We both held love, there was still lust, but there was more love.

We loved each other.

"I want you," I assured him. I placed my hands along his hard abs and I moved them to the bottom of my shirt. I pulled the fabric over my head and threw it on the ground.

I was topless. He stared at me. I had butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if he felt them too.

"Are you sure?" He muttered against my shoulder.

I nodded my head, I looked up at him. My eyes innocent and big.

A low growl escaped the back of his throat and he reached to unclasp my lace bra.

"You're beautiful," he stated.

His lips pressed against mine and I pulled the white bed sheet over top of us.