Angela's heart swelled. This was exactly why she couldn't be afraid of Gael. How could she when this man...this mafia...was too caring for her?
It was confusing to take him in as he was while also knowing what he was and what he was capable of doing. And the way he said those words felt like he didn't only mean about the small cuts on her fingers.
Every second...every minute...that she spent her time with him, she just ended up falling for the man she wasn't supposed to fall for. 'Be still, heart,' she warned.
But her heart ignored her words. It throbbed like it wanted to leap out of her chest, poke him, look him in the eyes, and beat so wildly to show how it was beating for him so crazily. She placed her hand on her chest as if it was going to stop her heart from doing what she just thought it would do.
