Blake's POV:

,,What?" she asked with tears welling up in her eyes. I've never seen such a strong and independent woman like her. Usually, all the women just wanted money and a luxurious life, but not her. For sure I'm a terrible person, but I've always seen women as if they were weak and selfish. However, she showed me that females can be as powerful as men. Did I believe in love at first sight? No? Do I believe in love at first sight now? Well, maybe just a little bit.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I owe her my life, she killed her brother for me. It's not just that, it's the fact that she is fearless enough to speak up to me. Even slap me if she has to. After all, I have a reputation, people say that I'm emotionless and cruel. And it's true. Everyone was afraid of me, everyone but her. My only intention with women was to get in their pants. I thought that relationships are just a waste of time. At one point I still think they are.

I wanted to grab her and dance with her in the rain. To kiss her and taste her lips. But I was afraid that once I kiss her I wouldn't be able to resist her. She was still staring at me, this time she was all wet from the rain. Her soaked clothes were now much tighter than they were before. The perfect curves of her body were showing.

There was one thing that held me back from grabbing her waist and dancing with her. One lesson that life taught me. Every time I let someone in my life or trust them either I get hurt or they. That's the reason why I lock everyone out of my heart. The last time I trusted someone it didn't end well. Basically they killed my mother.

,,I don't know, forget it." I had to push her away.

Cerelia's POV:

,,I don't know, forget it." he said with a straight look. I don't know what's the matter with him. I watched him start his car and pull out of the parking. Fuck all those Wattpad stories saying mafia bosses are cute. Hell Nah. I don't have the time or motivation to deal with his mental illness. Neither will I be the lost puppy following him around. He should seriously drop that attitude. I have many more important things to take care of. For example a whole-ass mafia. The second he said that I was his problem I thought he meant it nicely. Turns out it was an insult.

Seriously, I would like to scream and let go of everything that's bothering me. I'm so jealous of all those girls with perfect lives.

I really didn't want to go back into that house so I jumped into my car and drove without a destination. Finally, I had an idea where I could go. The library was a quiet place where you could escape reality. There was a free seat next to the window. On the bookshelf, I picked a book from the bottom.

I got to the sixth chapter before I got interrupted by a stranger. He was tall, had ice blue eyes and blonde hair. He was wearing a sweatshirt and trousers.

,,Hi, is the seat next to you taken?" he asked with a deep voice.

,,No. You can take it." I tried to sound as friendly as possible.

,,What book are you reading?" he looked up to me, while he was struggling to find a book he had in his bag.

,,Oh, this? It's ,,The Great Gatsby" !" I turned the cover of the book to him, so that it was facing him.

,,Really? I love that book!"

,,It looks like we already have something in common!" I tried to make a joke. I could see a grin appear on his face. ,,Anyway, what's your name?" I tried to keep the conversation going.

,,Alessandro de' Bardi, yours?"

,,Cerelia Clyborne."

After a bit of small talk, we got much more comfortable being around each other. He is actually a pretty cool guy. But I would declare him as the golden boy, not really my type if I'm being honest. I found out he plays football and hates to skate. Who doesn't like to skate, I mean what do you even like and I prefer basketball over football. He was nothing like Blake. Blake is arrogant, cocky, loves to skate and plays basketball sometimes. Alessandro, well Alessandro was a whole opposite universe. Yet there is something about Alessandro that makes me suspicious. I feel like every one of us has a dark side, and so does he. I know for a fact that he isn't as innocent as he seems to be. And sooner or later I'll maybe find out.

We spent about two hours talking and reading. I got his number so that we could meet up again. It was late and already dark outside. About 10 pm or something. He offered to drive me home, but I didn't accept the offer. Maybe it was because I didn't want to get his hopes up or because I wanted to be alone when I get home.

When I got home I took off my clothes and threw them on the ground. I took a hot shower, it always calms me down. I finally got the shampoo out of my hair and got out of the shower. A loud sigh came from our room. Mine and Blake's. I opened the door and saw Blake laying on the bed looking at the ceiling. Should I break the silence or not? No, I will just let him speak first to see if he's still angry. It was already midnight so I laid down on the other side of the bed. I could feel his gaze on me, even if I couldn't see him. When I turned around I was facing him. He was practically staring into my soul. He brushed the hair off my face with his hand.

,,I think you're not too bad." he said.

,,What do you mean?" I tried to be careful with what I say.

,,I mean that you are the only person that I actually like."

,,Is that so?" I came a bit closer to him.

,,Yeah."

I ran my fingers down his chest following the lines of his big tattoo. It was a big black rose. When I got to his stomach I could feel his strong defined abs. I could see a cocky smirk appear in the corner of his face as I appreciated the sight. When I looked down I saw his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him.

,,Do you like what you see." he asked me as he placed his other hand under his head.

,,Yeah it's okay."

,,Just okay?" he asked pretending like he was deeply offended. , Well I like what I see." he added to his sentence.

And when I lifted my head to him I saw that he was already asleep.-

I got woken up by the alarm on my phone. It was already about 7 pm. After I clicked on the stop button I reached with my hands to the others side of the bed just to see that he wasn't there. Getting ready in the morning was the worst thing for me. I like to dress comfy but still lady-like if u get me. When I was done I went downstairs. As I was entering the kitchen I saw Blake standing there. He didn't wear a shirt just his Calvin Klein boxers.

,,The mafia princess finally woke up, I see." he said while putting pancakes on a huge plate.

,,Blake, the pancakes are black? Don't get me wrong but I think you burned them." I cracked up when I saw him changing his facial expressions from a smirk to a hurt 4-year-old boy.

,,That hurt my feelings." he said as he put his hand on his heart.

,,I mean I'll give you a plus point for the effort. But I think we should probably go get something in the bakery across the street."

,,You prefer bakery pancakes over homemade ones? Ugh, spoiled brat."

,,Watch your tone, sir." I playfully hit his arm.

I took my jacket out of the closet and Blake put on a black T-Shirt. When I was about to get my purse I heard the doorbell. I opened the door and saw Alessandro.

,,Alessandro what are you doing here?" I tilted my head and looked confused at him.

Before he could answer, Blake came to us.

,,De' Bardi? What the fuck, I thought I killed you for fuck's sake!" he yelled at him before grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him.

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