"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
ASD-a stress disorder that occurs within a month of a traumatic event one have experienced. It can last from three days up to a month. It's similar to posttraumatic stress disorder-PTSD
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"Boss," Members of his mafia greet, nodding their heads in recpect for both of us. As they fucking should.
We continue our walk down the dark coloured hallway, that's nearly empty at this time of the day and towards Hunter's office to sign some paperwork, for drug and gun shipments that are supposed to be ready in a few hours.
Xavier knocks on the dark wooded door and we hear a muffled come in, coming from Hunter.
He opens the heavy door and we walk up to his cherry wooded desk in the middle of the room and take a seat each on the leather chairs in front.
"So, these are the shipments, you just need to approve the materials and sign at the end of the papers, normal progress as always." He dryly says and passes us papers we need to sign, before leaning back in his seat.
Hunter has the biggest character developments in and out of work. So are we others but it's as if he's another person. Long gone is the nice, polite and calm guy when he walks through the doors of whatever building we own.
"I'm done." I mumble and pass the paper back. "Me too." Xavier says from beside me and his phone starts ringing.
"The hell?" He mutters confused and brings it out of his pocket.
He looks down at the screen and his face pales. He answers it.
"Flavio?" He asks a, more than states, his tone stern and dry.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, so does Hunter's, before I clench my jaw in anger. Their shit of a father never calls, mainly because he doesn't care, that's what the guys have told me and that's exactly how Avery thinks, or thought, I'm not entirely sure. She told me that when she was thirteen. We were close back then.
Their father left a few months after Valentina-their mother-got murdered.
Flavio left for Italy to expand the mafia there, and made Xavier responsible for the whole thing here, in America. My father did the same, but I got assistance from him, unlike Xav. He had to figure everything out by himself, it was hard but he succeed, and I'm fucking proud of the bastard.
Now having the biggest mafia in America, along with mine and second biggest in Italy.
Avery had it extremely hard after the loss of her mother and after partially being abandoned by Flavio when she needed him the most. She got diagnosed with ASD and then suffered from depression, nightmares and panic attacks for a few years. The two latter ones are still there but she doesn't get them as often as before. I find myself feeling thankful for her therapist.
