Amaya’s POV
I never saw it coming, Nikolai the Russian mafia king, the biggest enemy of the Italians and I went out with him, I like him, I f*****g kissed him. Nikolai looked sad when he asked me if whatever I used him, I didn’t that’s the truth, hell if I knew who he was I won’t have spoken to him outside that café.
I could see it when I looked into Nikolai's eyes, he cares for me, he loves me, he didn’t say all those sweet words to trap me, he really did mean it. He didn’t know who I was just like I had no idea what his identity is.
“I’m sorry I yelled,” Nikolai muttered, he meant every word he said. His hands were still in mine. When I felt his heartbeat on my hand I knew it too, I like him more than I can deny, this is supposed to feel wrong but every single thing feels right, hi
