/Riccardo's POV/
Nestled in my embrace, Eliana slumbered as delicately as an innocent child. Her eyes were gently sealed shut, lips delicately parted, and her tender arms wrapped around my waist. The tranquility emanating from her presence was a stark contrast to the reputation of ruthlessness that clung to her name. I found myself pondering the enigma of her choosing a life intertwined with mine, unable to fathom the reasons behind her decision.
"Sorry. . . Sorry. . . Mamà," she sniffled, her eyes still shut. I removed a strand of hair from her face.
"Shh," my thumb went to her lips. "What are you doing to me?" I moved my fingers on her parted mouth, "I wanted to throw you out the window this morning, and now, I want to kiss you so bad," I softly grabbed her jaw, "Why are you like this? One day you're this badass mafia queen, and on the other, you are a five-year-old cute baby," I lift her chin, exposing her face to the blue light that's coming from the window.
