Chapter 3

ARIA

I woke up as the sunrays filtered through my face. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned. Another day!

I parted my eyelids and one by one all the incidents of night before hit my memory lane. Licking my lips, I thought of seeing him.

I was about to get up before I saw him barking through the doors of my room.

I looked at him. His messy hair slid over his face and oh my f**king hormones!

He was hot! Like really hot!

I blinked trying to process his face and shit! He was fuming in anger.

I pushed saliva down my throat and throw my hands up in the air. "I can explain."

He didn't say a word, came closer to me and took my hands.

Oh uh! I am in trouble.

"How dare you to run away from me." He hissed.

And that's when I started exhibiting pictures of the dolls he had damaged. My body stilled and everything became blank.

"Please don't kill me." I pleaded.

"You should have thought that before." He pulled me out of my house.

I shook my head in denial and tried to remove his hands but all in vain. His hold was way too stronger than me to remove it. Although I did try.

"Please...."

"I am not killing you, Aria." He hissed.

Wait, what?

He called me by my name not by using his favourite word 'My doll'. Am I dreaming?

Okay. Wow. Is this happening for real?

"Aria?" My tongue rolled out my own name.

"Let's go." He said, gesturing me to sit inside his black SUV.

I smiled and quickly hopped in.

If he's normal then I don't have any dilemma. After all who would mind being favourite of such a deliciously hot mafia?

As he drove the car, I saw how perfect his arms were with his hands around the driving wheel. And those arms are mine to hold, wow!

Smiling from ear to ear, I looked out. we were back to his mansion.

Now I am back to where everything begins. Somehow I managed to escape but if he treats me good then I am okay staying with Mafia.

"Why did you leave?" he asked.

"I went to my house because I missed it plus all my belongings were there." I lied.

He nodded taking me to his room.

"Sit." He demanded.

I nodded.

"Don't you ever dare to leave me again." He whispered coming closer to me.

I nodded, again.

"You're all mine." He kissed my temple.

"I am not," I smirked.

He raises his eyebrows and unbuttoned his shirt in front of me. My jaw dropped looking at his shirtless body.

Damn, those abs!

I imagined myself touching them and immediately I found myself being turned on by the idea.

He pushed me softly to the bed and hovered above me with his chest touching mine. My breath became erratic as I stared straight into his eyes.

His orbs darken and the smell of his cologne made the matter worse. I wanted to have s*x with him right here right now, no matter how much it hurts.

He was driving me crazy!

"Say that you're mine." He whispered, biting my earlobe.

I held my breath and pressed my eyes shut. He creased the skin of my neck, running his fingers firmly over my chest.

Damn it. I really want him!

He dips his face down and started placing wet kisses down my neck. "Say."

"I-I am yours." I stammered.

And now this was his time to smirk. He gets away from me and winked. "I know that babe."

Babe?

Okay, f**k you! He left me turned on. Just like that? What the hell?

My breath was still audible and by the look on his face, it seems as if he did everything deliberately.

I scoffed to which he laughed.

And for the first time, I saw him laughing hard like this. He seems adorable. For a moment, I had an urge to get up and kiss him but somehow I controlled myself.

This Damiano is so different from the psychopath whom I know. I just wish that he'll vanish forever and my Damiano will remain sweet like he's now.

"Get up. Let's cook something." He smiled.

I nodded, my eyes still focusing on his chest.

Oh, damn those abs! I f**king want to feel them.

"What are we going to cook?" I thought of asking him, scared that he might say baby food.

"How about spaghetti and meatballs?" He asked.

God! He's really stable.

"But I don't know how to cook." I frowned.

He smiled. "No worries, I'll cook for you."

"Okay." I smiled too.

We both went to the kitchen and oh I forgot to mention that he was still shirtless.

Half naked hot Mafia and his cooking skills. Wow! My dreams are really coming true, aren't they?

"You sure that your food won't kill me?" I asked, mockingly.

He laughed.

"I assure you that I am one of the best chefs you've ever seen."

Ah. Egoistic much huh?

"Well, why don't we taste your food first before jumping into any conclusion?" I gave him the best reply to which he raised his eyebrows.

"You bet?"

"For what?"

"If I prepare the food up to your taste then you'll do something for me." He said.

Something? What it could be? Well, who cares?

"I am ready," I smirked.

He came closer to me, once again his chest touching mine and with that, he pecked my lips. "I love you, baby girl."

My mouth fell down in shock but without anything else, he went to chopping vegetables.

Does he love me?

Is this dream or a f**king reality?

How could he turn this soft all of sudden? From psycho to sweet Damiano, what does it mean?

And most of all, why the hell he loves me?