Chapter 15

Lucky

My eyes are sore from lack of sleep, laying in bed thinking about fucking Nico Santangelo and not getting my six hours of sleep in, has left me feeling wretched and to make matters worse I am stuck in his house. I throw the covers off me and stand up and almost jump out of my skin. In the corner of the room, sitting on one of the chairs is Nico. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I glare at him, resisting the urge to go over and slap him in the face. I could bust his jaw to be honest but I’m sure he’d fight back.

Yes, I have been trained and trained well by my father’s protection. He made sure from a young age I had all the skills to be able to protect myself growing up. My father had told me more than once, that being the daughter of a Don would bring its own dangers and that detail may not always be around. I have learnt martial arts, impressed upon me never to be used except for in self-defence. Having Nico sitting in the corner of the room like a damn stalker, a voya