Chapter 27

Lucky

I wake, there is some sun coming through the gap of the plantation shutters which are draped with olive curtains. I stretch feeling surprisingly well slept and then I remember how Nico tucked me in safely like a child almost. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, but it was refreshing to see a softer side to him. Maybe, just maybe he isn’t all bad. Oh fuck, what am I thinking? I need to keep my guard up around him, I must never forget he doesn’t actually like me, and he certainly doesn’t love me, he needs me for his empire for his own greedy needs. I let out a sigh because I want love, trust, honesty and respect in a relationship. It’s what every girl dreams of from when she’s a child only this, this isn’t ever going to be that. All I will ever be to Santangelo is a pawn in his elaborate conquest for New York. It hurts.

There, I’ve said it, I’ve actually admitted to my own emotions. On top of the anger that seethes inside me, it fucking hurts to know you are only getting