Wilson

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body, dry off and go to grab my clothes—except I realize I didn’t bring them into the bathroom with me.

I’m in a world of my own as I exit the bathroom, but the clearing of a throat soon gets my attention. My head snaps up and my eyes clash with a brown pair that look so heated, they threaten to bring me to my knees.

“Look at me, angel,” I say softly, and her eyes meet mine. She looks nervous, a little curious but not mad. Thank fuck for that, I don’t know what the hell I would do if my angel was mad at me. I’m used to having people’s anger directed at me, but hers? I wouldn’t be able to take it.

If she was angry at me, she’d also be hurt—that’s just who she is—and if I hurt her? Well then, I’d just have to fucking punch myself.

“Let’s forget about what just happened, okay? I need to tell you about what I found out.”

“Okay,” she says softly, like the fucking sweetheart she is. “Tell me."

I open my mouth to reply but the words get caught in my throat.

This big scary Mafia man was worried I’d be scared if I woke up alone so he slept in a chair all night so he could be here for me.

I swear this man lives to surprise me.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and his lips tip up in a shy smile before he stands and stretches his arms wide. Clearly, he hasn’t been very comfortable.

“All good, angel. Now get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast,” he says as he walks towards me. He presses a kiss to my forehead and strolls out the room, leaving me to gape after him.

Once I’m showered and dressed for the day, I head out of the bedroom and find Enzo waiting for me in the kitchen with a coffee in a to-go cup. It doesn’t surprise me in the least that the man knows exactly how I take my coffee.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he helps me into my coat.

“A little diner just around the corner, I’ve been going there for years. You’ll love it.