*Natalia*
I felt my heart sink in my chest the second I heard Tallon speak.
I had originally opened my apartment door with the expectation of him rushing in to wrap his arms around me. After all, he was the one who knew how to comfort me when I needed it most. He was the one who made me feel safe.
But it was clear as day that ‘that’ version of Tallon was long gone.
Instead, I was left frozen to stare at a completely different side of him. This was the side of him that I was taught to hate–to fear. The Italian mafia Don, whose family had dissolved my own, was the man who was standing in front of me now. I should have always held more hatred and anger toward him like I was expected to. But, deep down, I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Somehow in the ongoing turbulence that was our relationship, I’d fallen for him. Every glance he’d stolen when he thought I wasn’t looking, to every glorious touch he’d placed on my body–I loved him.
