Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Auden’s POV

It’s been a month since the whole incident that managed to shake every one of us thoroughly and a whole lot has happened since then. To say it was easy for us to finally stop going everywhere with a weapon was an understatement.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nicolas refused to go see a therapist even though Tristan and I knew he needed one badly because the Nicolas we rescued that night was a lot different from the one we were used to facing. He rarely smiles like he used to and a scowl was always on his face almost every time. He finally bleached his hair once again, but instead of his usual white color, he decided to turn it pitch black.

Nicole’s gunshot wound finally healed perfectly but a small scar remained in that spot as a reminder to what she went through at the age of sixteen. Nicole never argued about the guards we placed around her after the incident since she understood just fine how it was for her own safety. Her relationship with her twin brother wasn’t fully clear to me because they rarely play goofily the way they used to, but I knew they spent a lot of time together in each other’s rooms, I guess they were both maturing.

Daven returned back to his goofy nature just fine and he and Nicolas grew more closer than they were before the incident. I was at least glad that the incident didn’t leave any other marks on Daven except the scar on the side of his forehead- which was why he decided to grow his head out until it fell into his eyes, perfectly shielding the scar.

Aria moved into the house immediately because I still wasn’t sure it was safe for her to move to her house, but we both know that was the excuse I used at first because I just couldn’t let her work out of my life after I just got her. I was really grateful that Nicolas accepted her into the house without any complaints. Nicolas and Aria weren’t buddies per se, but they exchanged a few words each time they came across each other- which was kind of rare since all of us were kind of busy with one thing or the other. Aria and Nicole became close as ever and I was already beginning to suspect that Nicole was starting to tell Aria stuff she could never tell me, not like I was complaining since I knew it was good for Nicole to have someone she’s extremely comfortable around to confide in.

Tristan finally returned back to work along with aria and I and after about a week, the questions from the police and whispers in the company about the man who got a snipper into his neck and died beside me in the conference meeting thankfully died down and everyone moved away from the incident and focused on other things. I wouldn’t say I was no longer paranoid about walking into my office everyday since the scene of men in black coming out of nowhere and attacking me in the office unexpectedly just wouldn’t leave my head until after a couple of weeks.

I drove myself and aria around, not sure if it was safe for me to get another driver to drive me around yet. I know I could perfectly pick one of the guards and declare them my driver but the wary feeling wasn’t leaving my stomach anytime soon.

I didn’t know if someone was waiting for us to loose our guards a little bit before deciding to strike, which was why we were still taking precautions and double checking everything we do just to be extra sure.

Aria and I got unreasonable closer and it would seem like my love for her was adding weight day in day out until I could feel it heavy in my heart wherever I go. Her smile was enough to make me content, something I’ve never experienced in my whole life from someone else.

Of course we’ve had our fights, as expected but there was nothing a clear communication and make out sex couldn’t solve, I was perfectly happy with her in my life and the thought of my family being safe.

And with that, I wrapped my arms around a sleeping aria and pulled her into me until she was splayed over my naked chest. I kissed her cheeks and stroked my fingers through her blonde curls. She was on her period today and moody as hell with a shitty appetite.

She moved on my chest and muttered something inaudibly before drifting back to sleep, which made a fond smile pull at the corner of my lips. Her sleep talking was a bit louder on some nights while some nights it was just quiet whispers which were cute as hell.

I dropped a light kiss into her hair before sliding my eyes shut, trying to sleep since we were going to be getting up in a few hours in preparation for work.

I love you, Aria…

Those last thoughts echoed in my head as I drifted to a dreamless sleep.