Entangled With The Mafia Lord

I returned back upstairs to Aria and we talked- we actually discussed without resulting in arguments and sarcasm along the line. She told me about how she only had her mother who doesn’t recognize her anymore since her loss of memory has reached its final stage, her mother was currently in a nursing home and fighting her way past everyday since she was battling lungs cancer along with her memory loss.

She doesn’t have any siblings as she had actually been the result of a broken condom from one of her mother’s reckless early adult’s lifestyle, her sperm provider had denied the pregnancy the moment he got informed about the pregnancy which led to her mother being a single mother. She grew up with her mother going through boyfriends like you were changing socks and her mother didn’t stop her reckless lifestyle still, she smoked cigarettes and drank alcohol a whole lot while bringing Aria up. I was thankful that nothing had happened to her at the hands of her mother’s long string of boyfriends since I knew just how mad some men could be.

Surprisingly, her mother was really protective of her and had never left her with any of her boyfriends all through her childhood. She told me about when she wanted to enter college how there was barely enough money and how her mother had agreed to birth a baby for a gay couple in order to get money for her child’s college expenses, my respect for her mother went from a shaky four to a glowing ten at that point.

I had no doubt that her mother must have tried her very best to raise her up the best way she could, which I was grateful for. We talked about visiting her together after all this chaos was over and with that, I pulled her against my side more firmly and exchanged a small smile with her.

We were currently sitting on the couch in the master bedroom with my hand over her shoulder while we stared out into the city through the transparent, floor length window which I knew was bulletproofed and tinted from the outside.

I decided to go check up on Nicolas and Daven and stopped dead in my tracks on seeing Daven fast asleep on Nicolas’s bed while Nicolas sat on the other side of his bed while watching Daven sleep.

I closed the door behind me and walked to the other side of the bed where Nicolas was sitting and sank down before him. Nicolas remained quiet and we both whipped our head sideways when Daven whimpered in his sleep before moving a little and going quiet again. I watched Daven reach out and adjust Daven’s bandage carefully, Daven winced a little before going lax again.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Daven said it was nothing but it doesn’t seem like nothing, this bandage looks pretty serious. I can’t believe I did that to him. Although he kept reassuring me it wasn’t my fault, we both knew deep down that it was my fault.” Nicolas started to say while glancing at me, uncertainty spread clearly over his face.

“It wasn’t your fault.” I pointed out.

“Yeah, he said that too.” Nicolas replied absentmindedly.

“He didn’t even mean to fall asleep here, he could barely keep his eyes open at a point and I suggested he rest his head a little, before I could say something else, he was already out cold.”

“Tristan would come show him to his room when he wakes up for dinner. That reminds me, you’re coming out for dinner, right?” I asked while lifting up from the bed as I glanced at the wristwatch on my wrist- it was some minutes after six in the evening.

“I will. I’ve hidden away long enough, I suppose I wish I could meet with Nicole in private first before sitting with everyone for dinner.” Nicolas replied honestly.

“She’d come get you for dinner then, how’s that?”

“Okay, I guess.” Were his last words as I closed the door behind me.