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Chapter Seventeen

The sound of a door clicking startled me awake. It had been difficult sleeping since the shooting, not just because of the pain, but also, because of the fear. Though Dom and I never talked about it, I had been having nightmares for the past few weeks.

Sometimes it was just my brain remembering what had happened, processing the trauma of it all, and other times, I swear that I saw my brother pulling the trigger on me.

I shivered at the thought and squinted my eyes to try and see who was walking into the bedroom.

“Dom?” I asked, clutching at the sheet. I felt a few beads of sweat break out across the back of my neck.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I was having trouble sleeping.” It wasn’t a lie. The pain meds I was on tended to wear off at night as I rolled around to try and get comfortable.

I hadn’t expected that when we returned home, I would be staying in Dom’s room. He had insisted, and I found out from Giovanna that it was because he wanted to make sure that I was secure. Apparently, security had been upped. They were good because I hadn’t noticed the presence of anyone extra.

“I’m just going to sleep in the chair,” Dom said. “I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

My heart twisted at his words. Dom might not have been the man that I would have chosen, but the past few weeks, he had been the husband I needed. His kindness made me feel extremely guilty at the things that I was keeping from him.

“You don’t need to sleep in the chair,” I said. “This bed is large enough for the two of us.”

Dom had never struck me as the type of man who would allow himself to be inconvenienced, especially for a woman. Prior to my injury, Dom had taken whatever he wanted from me, even when I had been hesitant to give it to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He was whispering as he spoke. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I even managed to get myself in the tub.”

I left out the part where Giovanna had had to come and help me get out of the tub. I was still struggling to walk, and my core strength was nearly nonexistent. I will be starting rehab soon, and I hoped I would have full mobility by the end of the month.

Dom said nothing. He had started pulling his clothing off, and I inhaled sharply as his chest became visible in the little bit of moonlight that was streaming into the room.

“Did you manage to get all of your work done?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I couldn’t move too much, and the view of Dom’s naked torso was making my head spin.

“Some,” he said, as he slid into the sheets.

I had been right, the bed was large enough that our bodies weren’t even touching. Still, I swore that I could feel the heat of his body even with the distance between us.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked. His voice was deep and husky. It reminded me of the times he had ordered me around in bed, and I could feel my nipples pebbling. Despite the pain I was feeling, my body seemed unable to resist being so close to Dom.

“Are you in pain? I can speak to the doctor about upping the dosage of your medication,” he said.

I smiled to myself. Dom and my doctors had built quite the relationship. “I’m fine,” I said.

“You aren’t getting enough rest,” Dom said. He turned so that he was laying on his side and looking at me. I was slightly propped up on my back, but I could still see his dark eyes.

“I’ve been resting for the past two weeks. I can’t stay in bed forever.” I was still struggling to get around, but I was ready to get back to my life. I had never had as much freedom as I did currently, and I prayed that Dom didn’t take it away from me. I was already woefully behind in school, but I was sure that I could catch up.

“Sasha?” Dom’s husky voice broke me away from my thoughts. “Tell me what you are thinking.” One of his hands was playing with a stray curl, and the action felt more intimate than any of the other things that we had ever done.

I swallowed as I turned to look at him. There was an intensity about him that took my breath away, and being swathed in darkness made me want to spill all my secrets.

“I’m worried that what happened to Nikolai is going to happen to me,” I whispered out before I could think about it.

Dom was quiet and motionless as I spoke, and I worried that my confession had somehow offended him. Dom was the don of the mafia. By voicing my fear, I was basically telling him that I didn’t trust that he would take care of me. That wasn’t how I felt, but I couldn’t stop the fear that kept me from getting a good night's sleep.

“I’m sorry,” Dom said finally.

“What? Why are you sorry?” Dom had done everything that he could when I got shot, and his actions had saved my life. I didn’t question his motivations. My mother suggested that he had saved me only to stave off war, but I knew that Dom wouldn’t just let me die. He was a calculated man, and I suspected that if I became inconvenient in any way, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of me. But I knew that he wouldn’t just let me die.

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