“f**k!” I screamed out.
“Ssshhhh. It’s just me Amore. Your safe” he kisses my head as I try to focus on his face, which is a losing battle.
“It’s time to get out of the bath” he coos at me as he tries to help me up.
“No, its better here. You can’t be here.”
“Why not?”
“I get people killed” as the tears start to spill out again. I thought there was no way I could cry any more.
He cups my face in his hands. “No Amore. I should not have left you! It was my fault! I f****d up! I have never been so scared in my life!”
“You scared! Ha! You’re the DOM, the head of the Italian Mafia who lied about where he lived, by the way! I know that! You come from Sicily, not Malta, you brat!”
He chuckles “I forgot about that. But yes, I was scared as my heart was in danger. My one and only was…” his
