Page 42 of My Mafia Queen

Until then, I plan to live a little, especially this coming week, so I’ll take a break and enjoy my girl before going to New York.

And that’s that.

8

CARMINA

Earlier

It’s stilldark outside when I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom naked.

I was right.

The pain is excruciating, and it’s getting worse.

Or so I think.

I get into the bathroom, use the toilet, and walk into the shower. The warm water alleviates some of the pain.

I peer at my legs and my chest, and it feels like it’s someone else’s.

The water rolls over my skin, calming my senses as the memory of us flows through me.

I can’t wait to feel him pressed into me again, and thinking about that, I forget about the pain between my legs.

Being with him again won’t happen for another day or two. I hope it’s not much longer than that.

A scent of almonds tickles my nostrils as I turn off the water and run a soft towel over my body.

My nipples and pussy are sensitive, although he spared me as much as he could.

I turn off the lights and return to the bedroom.

A faint glow coming from outside slides over the walls. He fell asleep on his stomach. And now his naked body is covered to his butt.

A tattoo stretches across his V-shaped back, highlighting his muscular frame, while the white pillow sets off his raven hair.

I tiptoe to the bed and slide under the covers next to him before his body heat wraps around me like a giant snake.

I slide lower to put my head on the pillow and stare at him for a few seconds before moving my eyes to the window.

The dark sky is visible in a corner while scattered stars flicker around like moody ghosts.

Mulling over his words, I realize I’ve never felt more uncertain about my life.

It’s like floating in an ocean filled with good things and bad things. So many of them could pull me down, and only a few of them might help me to survive.

I want to stay alive and our story to mean something, whether it lasts a week, a month, or a lifetime.

So many things have seemed solid only to vanish or become irrelevant, so I’m not new to this.

My mother was my first lesson in powerlessness.

No one could predict her death, and everybody was shocked, especially me. Tina was too little to understand what was happening to us.

It must’ve registered with her to some degree, but I had a better sense of what was going on.

And it was bad.

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