Heart of the Mafia King

Afraid

{Maisie’s POV}

He stood up, walking over to me, and pulling me against his abdomen, engulfing me in a warm hug. “Maisie, you’re an amazing woman, and I believe that just as much now, if not more, knowing what you went through. What you survived, and you’re still kind, caring, loving, you are the most incredible woman I think I’ve ever met.” He said, rubbing his large hand up and down my back, and kissing the top of my head. “I’m so sorry that I scared you, I’ll try my best not to do it again. If you want to hear me sing, I’ll sing, if you want to see me dance, I’ll dance, just say the word Maisie.”

I felt my face flush, even Robert during the best part of our relationship wasn’t this open. He never told me that he’d do anything for me.. he would of course do kind things, but he’d never do something just because I wanted him to. Angelo, however, just told me that if I asked him to, he’ll dance and sing for me.. as though it wasn’t something that embarrassed him just this morning. He would rather embarrass himself for me, than to upset me. I felt a lump form in my throat, and tears prick in my eyes. “A-Angelo..” I whispered, placing my hands on his sides. “T-Thank you..”

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll make some lunch since we didn’t have breakfast. Any requests?” He asked, pulling back and looking down at me.

I shook my head. “Whatever you want is fine..” I said, looking up at him and wiping the tears from my eyes.

He leaned down, kissing my forehead before standing back up straight and turning around. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. “Go wash up, I’ll cook.” He said, grabbing some things from the fridge.

I turned, making my way up to my bathroom and hopping in the shower.

{Angelo’s POV}

What are you doing you i***t? “If you want to hear me sing, I’ll sing, if you want to see me dance, I’ll dance, just say the word Maisie.” You’re such an i***t! You’re going to scare her away.. she’s going to think you’re some creep, or worse, she’ll think that you’re like her ex, only being nice for now. I banged my forehead against the wall in the kitchen, over and over just trying to stop myself from saying anything else so gushy. She probably thinks that I’m some weirdo! I pulled out my phone, calling Margo.

“Hey, how’d the bath go?” She asked, smirking at me through the video call.

“I’m an i***t bambina!” I said, groaning as I slammed my head against the fridge.

“Whatever did you do?” Her head tilted to the side as she rolled her eyes.

“Okay.. so she caught me singing this morning in the kitchen.. and I dropped the skillet when I realized, and had my usual angry, cold glare on that I usually shoot you guys when you catch me doing something embarrassing. She freaked out, and took off, got attacked by a dog, we went to the er, got her stitched and bandaged..” I began, but she cut me off.

“Okay, you need to work on that face for sure.. a dog attack? Stitches? Geez, I can’t see how this gets worse.” She stated plainly.

“When we got back she apologized for running off, I told her that it wasn’t her fault, that I scared her, and I apologized. She told me everything about her relationship with her ex.. it was hard to listen to without wanting to gut him.. luckily for the both of us, he’s already dead. Then I told her.. how amazing she is, and told her, and I quote. . If you want to hear me sing, I’ll sing, if you want to see me dance, I’ll dance, just say the word Maisie.” I stopped, looking down at her.

She was looking at me as though I were crazy for a moment, before softening her expression. “Honestly, that was really sweet Angelo, I don’t see the problem.” She shrugged.

“She’s going to think I’m some freak, or creep!” I groaned, slamming my head into the fridge again.

“Angel, she isn’t going to think you’re a freak, or a creep. She’s going to think that you’re incredibly sweet, and that you are trying to help her feel better!” She said, smiling at me.

“Sis.. I don’t want to screw things up.. I really like her. Seeing that dog attack her.. hearing about the things she survived.. I want to protect her. I want nothing more than to hold her, and never let anything bad happen to her ever again.” I sighed. “I’m terrified that she’s going to think that I’m crazy.. or that I am some creep that is obsessed with her.” I groaned, running my hands through my hair. “Maybe I am obsessed with her.. she has invaded every thought, every feeling, every moment, every dream that I’ve had since I met her.. I want to be close to her. To be the reason that she laughs, the reason she smiles, I want to hear her adorable laugh every single day for the rest of my life.. and I don’t know what to do about it! I don’t know what to do about the way I feel about her! I’ve never felt like this.. I’ve never wanted a woman in my life, and now I.. I don’t want to imagine my life without her. What do I do Margo?” I asked, leaning down and looking at her. “Please.. help me..”

She smiled, her eyes shining as she looked at me. “Angelo, you’re in love!” She teased. “You’re completely in love with her.. and I know that it’s scary for you, but her feelings.. her life.. all of this is scary for her too. The best thing you can do, is tell her how you feel. Make sure she feels safe, and cared for. Be honest, tell her everything, and keep being the amazing man that I know you are!”

I cringed for a moment. “What if she doesn’t like me.. or what if.. when she finds out the kind of man I am.. she hates me?”