FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 70

The last day of the trip at Milan.

Last night you did anything but sleep. You miss them. You fucking miss them. That's what replaying inside your mind. Staying with them under the same roof for seven days felt like an eternity, as if you have lived with them for seven months or more even seven years.

Every night spent with each of them in individual way.

You were getting attached to them uncontrollably. Never in your life have you ever felt like this. Is this what falling in love means? Would it have been the same with Anton? You groaned at the thought of him.

You looked down at the unsent text to Hanni. Fingers pressed on the delete and then you texted your mother with a smiley emoji. You can't tell your bestfriend Hanni anything about the boys. If needed, later. But, not now.

Even if you aren't that innocent and good girl like the first day you arrived at Milan but still, you would listen to your aunt's words in the end of the day.

When you returned back to the hotel last night, your aunt smiled and talked with the two boys but they didn't say a single word during the whole ride back from the penthouse. All the way, you were imagining the last glance you spared at the terrace. The view was mesmerizing like the first day and again, Heeseung was right there at the doorway. As if he knew you would look at that way.

The moment the boys closed the door behind them, your aunt turned towards you, a serious expression but a worry filled in her eyes. Your brain instantly jolting to grab your collar of your shirt to adjust and brush your hairs in an attempt to look all relaxed even when your heart was beating too fast.

"We can't trust them, Ella. I don't know why I let you to stay with them for one whole week." She sighed and shook her head to herself.

You approached her, kneeling in front of her legs and held her hands, "they are my good friends. They didn't do anything that can worry anyone. Instead, I enjoyed my whole stay. You said you trust them."

"They are still strangers, baby. We don't know their backgrounds. They saved me as you said." She placed her palm above yours, "then tell me. A normal person can't fight and use those guns like they did. Do you know about them? They can be a bad influence in your life. I don't want you to get involved with them."

I don't care. They can be anything. I would still want them.

"Aunt...they are good."

She cupped your face and planted a kiss to your forehead, "you're too naive. I let you enjoy the week with them but that's it...keep a distance. I don't want anymore trouble."

"They didn't cause the trouble."

She nodded, "I don't know...we don't know actually who did and why did they kidnap me. The men said you were waiting for me at the parking lot for a surprise and then..."

"Don't...aunt, you're safe now. That's all I need to know."

She smiled at you.

The car came to a stop.

The cobblestone streets of Milan stretched out before you, the golden afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the pastel facades of centuries-old buildings. Your aunt's excited chatter blended with the hum of the bustling city as she gestured towards a small boutique, insisting you check out the handcrafted leather bags inside. Her and her obsession with leather bags. You nodded, offering her a smile, but your thoughts drifted elsewhere.

As you trailed behind her into the shop, the air thick with the scent of polished leather, the image of the boys lingered in your mind. The last time you'd seen them was in their penthouse, the memory still vivid—their laughter, the way their eyes sparkled with unspoken promises. Yet, since you'd left, the silence from their side had been deafening. No texts, no calls. Just the ghost of your last message, read but unanswered.