Hello everybody! 💕
As some of you might know, this book is 1/5 of a series. The second edition is already up called 'VINDICTIVE', however, I have already begun to set up the third edition to the series called 'The Italian Right'. All details will be posted on the next chapter and I'm very proud of what it could, and is able to, become.

I haven't been very well these past few weeks, all that mental health stuff 🙇🏽‍♀️ but I'm very thankful for all the comments I receive and positive feedback for the work I have been producing - it means a lot.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, Modravé and Cove will be reunited soon!!! 🤗

Bye🥀

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Cove? Cove? Wake up!"

Who is that?

A hand shakes against Cove's shoulder as he begins to finally succumb to the mans insistent calls to awake from his deep slumber.

His eyesight is blurry when he finally finds the courage to open them up, but he can make out the figure of Valentino leaning over him almost immediately.

"Finally", Valentino sighs with a laugh, "you're up! Did you have a good sleep?"

Cove is about to reply that he had an amazing sleep, but then blushes when he realises the reason why. "Yeah," He reply's with a short smile, "I guess I just ... released a lot of tension".

Valentino grins happily. "That's great, Cove. Well, the chefs have prepared a great breakfast downstairs for us. Maybe we could have a little chat about things, see how your feeling?"

Cove leans up from the bed and smiles with a nod. "Sounds great, thanks Valentino".

The elder man smiles with a short nod before swiftly leaving the room.

A small tinge of guilt finds itself within Cove's chest. Valentino is so sweet to him, so different to Modravé ... he wishes Modravé treated him like Valentino.

Cove swings his feet over the edge of the bed, only the very tips of his toes were granted shocks from the freezing wooden oak floorboards before his whole foot had the sharp indifference from the warm sheltering of the duvets, to then the crisp, i-accidentally-left-the-windows-open-all-night, floorboards.

He trotted solemnly into the en-suite bathroom.

bedroom:

bathroom:

After washing his face clean of sleep, he sat on the cold edge of the bath just thinking. He wondered why everything as of right now felt so uplifted. The atmosphere is different since yesterday ... what if Modravé is downstairs waiting for him at the breakfast table?

No no, that can't be, Modravé would have most definitely gone to see Cove immediately, he's sure of it.

Before any other thoughts ruin his mood he quickly exits the bathroom and leaves to make his way downstairs.

The array of food was immense but looked incredibly enticing. A rainbow of fruits, tropical too, as well as steamed veggies to have with the omelettes and crepes which were layered on plates. Different jugs of juices lay on the centre of the table with leaves of mint sat decoratively around them.

As Cove takes a seat next to Valentino he sees a small box of macaroons ... similar to the ones Modravé gave him.

"How are you feeling?"

Valentino breaks Cove out of his daze. Cove sends him a sheepish smile before replying, "just .. a little nervous, you know? All of this is really crazy".

"I know, babe. I wouldn't expect anything less."

"Thank you".

A comfortable silence falls over the table. As Cove piles his plate with fruit and handful of cherry tomatoes the other men begin to take their seats.

None of them look at Cove which makes him feel even more anxious. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't expect them to be best friends with him but a little recognition would be nice. But maybe it's best they don't, having friendships in a business like this is one of the worst things you could do.

Cove doesn't know why such a display has been on today... is something happening? All the other days he was here they never had feasts like this.

Is Modravé coming back?

Once they're all finished with their breakfasts Valentino requests for him to wait whilst the table disperses.

"So," Valentino begins clasping his hands together and setting them atop of the table, "what have you been up to?"

Jack shit, Cove thinks.

"Absolutely nothing", he replies instead.

"Well you seem to have settled in better than when we first arrived, don't you think?"

Cove thinks back to when he first arrived ... he was so sick with worry...

*flashback*
a day after he arrived...

The bed is freezing.

The feather-filled bed coverings are wrapped around him like a cocoon as he lays on top of the faux fur mattress sheet. If anything, he should be hot.

It's not late. It's just gone eight and the prior bright blue sky is beginning to dim as the day begins to end and the night comes. There are still no clouds in the sky, letting the stars begin to glow brightly without the blockage.

And still, no word from Modravé.

Cove has been cuddled up in the bed since he got out of the shower. A silver tray is sat on the dresser beside the bed, it's got a bowl with chopped fruit and a plate with some seasoned chicken and spicy rice. It's sat untouched and cold, besides from the glass of water that Cove has been taking sips from now and again.

He knows he has no appetite because of the worry caused by Modravé's absence. He just wants to know that he is okay, then go back to trying to escape again. Just how things should be.

Valentino has made an appearance a few times, just to make sure the boy hasn't done anything irrational or isn't cooking up too much of a fuss. But, Cove is always in the same position cuddled up on the bed while staring out of the window.

Cove has noticed that they're somewhere rather rural. He doesn't think they're in Paris anymore--somewhere further out in the countryside.

The house their in is more like a mansion; a little more modern than the hotel they were in, but it's still lovely.

He sighs and finally shuts his tired eyes, feeling relieved as he shuts out the rest of the world, soothed by the sound of the birds and the gusts of wind.

He's not tired enough to go to sleep, maybe just lie there for a few more hours until he's tired enough. In the mean while, he's just relieved that his cluttered mind is finally clear. He can think straight now.

He eventually falls asleep quicker than anticipated; submerged into a whirlwind of dreams filled with familiar tattoos and that same old sharp-as-shit jawline.

Only a few miles away, a leather jacket clad Modravé is zooming down a dirt pit road on his Harley Davidson. Clouds of dust leaves a trail behind him as the roaring sound of his engine penetrates through the forests sat beside him.

Modravé would've reunited with Cove quicker, but he had to settle a quick score before he saw his Cove again.

Modravé prays that what has happened won't make Cove hate him more or cause for the boy to be too scared. He doesn't want him to be scared at all.

He just wants to get Cove back in his arms and keep him safe--for sure now.

When Modravé arrives, he's met with various men stood outside the large mansion conversing. When they spot Modravé on his infamous Harley, a man runs inside to get Valentino.

He gets off his bike and takes off his helmet, turning off its roaring engine.

It's near enough dark now, and they're surrounded by fields and vast forests--beautiful night and day. It's also a great place to show and talk with Cove (and to fuck but shhh). Men walk towards Modravé, ready to greet him and to inform him of anything.

"The boy is upstairs asleep, boss. We also haven't heard of anything involving the infiltration; when we do we'll inform you right away", one speaks.

Modravé nods as they walk towards the house. "And where is Valentino?"

"Here", Valentino answers walking into the front deck. The man looks a little ruff, not shaven like Modravé, but now sporting a slight scruff. He looks as handsome as ever anyway.

He doesn't look that happy and that's when Valentino knows something isn't good.

"Modravé. What the hell happened?"

Modravé sighs and rubs his head. "I couldn't tell you, Val."

"We even had a snake in the grass! Imagine what they know! Modravé...they could know of Cove. This is serious".

Modravé hates that. He doesn't want people to know of the boy he's fallen so quickly for. If the wrong people know of Cove's importance to Modravé, then they'll try to kill him or use him for power.

"We've got to act quickly", Valentino warns, placing a hand on  Valentino's shoulder.

*fastforward to the night of the breakfast*

Modravé enters the room and see's the small sleeping body of Cove, all wrapped up like a cocoon. He then turns around and softly closes the door. Making sure to not make a sound while doing so and locking it, so that they will not be disturbed. (not that they're going to be doing anything dirty anyway)

Soft little snores emit from Cove, making Modravé smile in fondness.

He quietly shakes off his leather jacket, dropping it onto the floor beside the door. The room only has little light in it, the moonlight shining directly over Cove's body, illuminating his face. He looks like an angel.

Modravé takes off his tight black jeans and slips off his large, overbearing boots. Once he's free of his clothes, he makes his way towards the bed in just his tight Calvin's.

He pulls back the covers and gets into the warm bed which makes the mattress dip and Cove's body fall back a tad. He softly wraps an arm around Cove's body and pulls the small, fragile body to his chest.

The comparison of their body's is quick humorous. Modravé is 6'4 with a wide structure and built to hell. Whereas Cove has the average height of 5'9, but he's skinny with little muscle and a small waist. He's also quite curved for a male, his small waist compliments his protruding hips which then accentuates his plump backside.

He's perfect.

Cove snuggles up to the larger body, resting his head on the man's chest. It makes Modravé smile, forgetting all the previous worries and just basks in this very moment.

This is all he's ever wanted since he found out who he was; sexual preference wise. He's just wanted a lover who was able to love him, understand him and care for him. Although he probably should have done things better with Cove, he can see in Cove's eyes that somewhere deep down, there is care.

Cove is smart, beautiful and perfect. And he's all Modravé's.

Modravé isn't sure if Cove will ever understand him, if he'll ever know what goes on in Modravé's mind, but if he did, Modravé prays and hopes that the boy won't be afraid or become reclusive. If he ever did... it'll hurt Modravé.

Modravé isn't at the point where if Cove didn't want him and actually never wanted to be with him; it's not like he'll become depressed or anything. He'll just be hurt at the most.

Don't worry though.
Cove'll never leave.

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