𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
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Rose's POV:
Giovanni's words hang thick in the air as I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
If he's in the mafia, he's probably killed people; lots of them. In fact, he's probably killed so many people that he has lost count by now. That fact should be sending alarm bells off in my head and yet for some equally alarming reason, it doesn't.
Were the people he killed innocent? I'm not sure if I want to know the answer to that question.
If I'm being completely honest with myself, I'm not even truly surprised with his confession. It's almost as if a small part of me knew he was more dangerous than I would've ever liked to admit. And now it's been laid out in the open.
Opening my eyes, I find Gio gazing at me with an emotion I never thought I'd see in his eyes: insecurity. True, raw insecurity swims in his vibrant green eyes and graces every part of Giovanni's features threatening to tear my very soul in two.
"I think s-something is very wrong with me," I whisper, effectively breaking the silence that had enfolded my hospital room.
Concern quickly replaces the insecurity that once shrouded Giovanni. "What happened? Does anything hurt? I'm going to go get Dr. Williams," he rapid-fires and then turns quickly to leave.
"W-Wait!" I manage to get out before he disappears. "That's not what I meant; physically I'm fine, I promise. What I meant is that something has to be seriously wrong with me because you being in the mafia doesn't scare me."
Relief washes over Gio's facial expression as he carefully walks over to the couch and sits down.
"True, but something has to also be seriously wrong with me for being in the mafia in the first place," he says and smirks. The smirk quickly fades as another thought seems to cross his mind. "There's more you need to know before you decide anything."
"O-okay..." I answer uncertainty. I have a feeling that the things he says next aren't going to exactly be kind and that fact has me swallowing a lump in my throat I didn't realize had formed.
"Before I start, I want you to understand that I will never hurt you no matter what happens. I respect you and your choices. If you ask me to leave, I will; its as simple as that. All I ask is for you to listen and communicate with me."
I'm met with a stern look that both tells me this is important and sends butterflies through my body (I choose to ignore the latter). It's the same look he gives me when he tells me to use my words and I can't help but wish he would show this side of him a little more often.
"I trust y-you Gio," I respond with what I hope is a sincere look on my face.
Giovanni quickly gives me a curt nod before his eyes harden and a stoic look crosses his face. "Remember what I told you about my mother?"
