I wake up hours later to footsteps coming towards me. I still and try to remain still not knowing who it is even though at the back of my mind I'm thinking it is Aiden. His cologne gets to me first and I instantly relax. "I woke you up." He states, his voice raspy.My eyes dart to the large clock on the wall. "No, it's okay. I should be waking up in an hour." I look at him and he seems to have showered given the different set of clothes and freshly shaved jaw. "What happened?" I yawn before stretching. Aiden looks at me, dazed and I raise my hand to my hair to ensure it doesn't look crazy. I don't move a lot in my sleep so my hair isn't a problem most mornings but him looking at me like that makes me conscious.He lets out a long breath before sitting next to me. I scoot over to give him more space but mostly to increase the space between us. I still can't forget what he did yesterday but at the same time I still want him to go all the way. "Sean is mad. He already stole some of my s

"Get out." I almost shout but stop myself. Sean only smirks at me as he walks closer. He sits on the tub and puts his hand in making me panic. "Get away. What the hell!" I screech and he only laughs as he takes some water in his palm and pours it on my shoulder as he watches it."You used to love it when we got in the shower or bathed together." He says with a small smile before releasing a breath then stands. "I've been trying to find Aiden, be a sweetheart and give this to him." He places an envelope on the counter and walks to the door but stops before getting out. "Always shut your door Alex. You never know who might get in next and maybe next time it won't end well."As soon as he leaves I stand from the bathtub and take my towel then wrap it around me. I walk to the front door and make sure it is shut before taking my phone and calling Aiden as I try opening the envelope."Baby." He picks up almost immediately."Sean was here and he left something for you. I don't know what it i

Aiden's POVGrowing up with parents such as mine has made me the man I am today. I would see the love between Isabella and Sydney Kings as they look into each other's eyes. I would see the trust they have for each other. They were days they would disagree on certain things but it brought them closer.My father was the American Mafia Don but he separated work from family. At work, he'd be a cold and heartless bastard but the sight of his family, he was a teddy bear. I admired that. I longed for that. That was until I met other people, the Russian don in particular, whose newly-wedded wife died during an attack. He was devastated. He cut his ties and made more enemies than friends. He became vulnerable. That thought scared me. I would see my parents' love but then I would see the Russian Don. What if the same fate were to happen to my mother? Would dad love us the same? Would he still be a 'teddy bear' as Calla called him? Would he have led the Mafia as he is right now?"Love made me ru

"My boyfriend and I have been together for a two years. I love him so much and he loves me too but whenever I talk about moving in with him, he gets mad or changes topics. Most of the times, we get into arguments." Patty, a lady I'm interviewing lets out a sad laugh as she narrates her story and I nod in understanding, urging her to continue."He' goes to these long business trips and to be honest , I think he's lying to me. He keeps on getting these strange calls and he only answers them when he's out..." I make a cringing face as if in pain, showing my sympathy as the audience lets out a series of dramatic gasps and shocked faces as others show knowing faces , courtesy of Troy."I just want to be sure of what I'm getting myself into, you know." Patty says, her voice chocked by a sob threatening to come out."Awww, honey. It's okay." I assure a crying Patty before turning to the audience."Okay guys, you've heard our beautiful Patty's story here. She's been dating for two years, the

"My, my, my. The Don is such a selfless man." I let out an amused chuckle despite the sarcastic comment. "Aren't you supposed to be heartless? Scary? And tough even? Because I think that would be appealing to me. That would make me burn for you even more if that's possible.""Don't let this man in front of you have you confused with the Don, Alex." Aiden says. He sits and I see the bloody shirt he still has and so I kneel knowing exactly what I'm doing. He looks at me with a sharp look but I pretend not to notice as I move my hands to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them."Does this bother you?" I ask innocently but he seems to have already caught on when he answers."This has happened a lot of times enough to bother me. I have to take a shower." When I'm done, I help him get away from the shirt. The white shirt can't be cleaned again. I look at it and the face the man made when he was being tortured. The look he gave me and the sick laughs.I place the bloody shirt on my l