Matteo's POV

I got up as soon as I saw Sage run down the hallway. It broke my heart to see her like this. If I would've known she worked here I wouldn't have suggested for us to go out to dinner here. I quickened my pace as I followed after her. 

She half yelled "Go away, I don't wanna talk to you right now." I didn't know what I was thinking but when I was around the Sage, I simply didn't think. I slowly brushed her hair away from her emerald eyes. I wanted her to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glossy with tears. 

I said "I'll always be here for you Sage." As I got closer she melted into my touch. I hesitantly leaned in. I was worried because I was not sure how she would react. I wanted to kiss those perky lips of hers. I thought fuck it why not. 

She started to kiss me back. Her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick. She kissed me back softly but you could tell she meant it. I needed to pull back but I couldn't because of her intoxicating smell. She smelled vanilla and flowers. It reminded me of the flowers back home in Italy. I wanted to pull away but I simply couldn't. Her touch was addicting. The way she ran her fingers through my hair drove me absolutely crazy. 

I knew I had to because of the man I am. It would break her innocent little heart. I reluctantly pulled away and said "This isn't right, I would never deserve a girl like you. Not as long as I live." I reluctantly walked away fearing if I didn't I wouldn't be the same. 

I couldn't risk death from my parents' cartel. After all, I was their best trained hitman. If I got involved in an actual relationship I knew it would mess up my emotions. I was trained not to have any. Emotion is weakness. Sage was my weakness.