Violet's POV:

I knock on Marco's door but don't hear a reply. After a few seconds I decide to go in and check on him, and as I open the door I'm met with darkness.

I reach for his desk without falling thankfully, and turn on the little lamp that's on it. This way I can see a little bit more his room, without disturbing by turning on the room's lights.

I hear him breathe peacefully as I see his figure laying on the bed, he's sleeping.

Without making a sound I make it to his bed, squatting down and looking at his angelic face. If all children are like this then I want a child too.

I smile but then I feel a presence looking at me. The same feeling I had a few times, last week.

I turn around and there he is. Standing at the door frame, leaning against it.

He's pretty hot in that black suit, his tie loosened making me think he finished work for today and is going to bed.

I glance a last time at Marco as I get up from my position, turn off the little light and reach the door.

I gently push Blake off the door frame so I can close the door, without disturbing or waking up Marco.

"Why were you in his room?" he asks, his voice deep and raspy even tho it's not morning.

"Why were you looking?" I ask back, making him poke his tongue on the side of his cheek. Fucking hot. Okay Violet stop.

We had nothing to say to each other, it's not something new. I hope we solve this crazy-spanish-mafia-leader-situation out so I can go back to my normal life.

I mean I don't want to be involved in the mafia. People here die every day, they do bad things and get away with it because they corrupt the police too. But it's what they do for a living, I can't say anything to them because it's not my business, or because they'll kill me if I even say a word to them.

"Good night, Mr Ferreri" I glance up at him before leaving, this time he doesn't stop me. He doesn't say anything.

And it's probably better this way.

I reach my room, suddenly stopping in front of it. The power went off.

I'm not scared of darkness, but I'm in a fucking mafia's mansion and if the power goes out then it's clearly not because of electricity problems.

It's because there are intruders.

I can only hear my breath, and I decide to step into my room and lock myself there.

Every man here has a gun or something to protect himself with, but I don't. So I'll just look for something like glass or I don't know, and wait till everything's perfectly fine.

I don't have anything in my bedroom, so I walk in the room's bathroom, looking for literally anything.

When I see it I grab the mini squared mirror, after bandaging my hand with tissues, so the glass won't cut me.

I walk out of the bathroom and reach my little walk in closet, closing myself in there.

I hope that, if bad people are in this mansion, they won't find me. Because if they do, then I won't be able to protect myself, I haven't fucking trained.

The sound of shootings is making me jump every time I hear a shot. Bullets touching the floor as men continue shooting. Fucking terrible.

I hear the door of the room open and quickly close, footsteps around my room, trying to find me.

I'm officially dead. Tell Silvia and Alex that I love them. Thank Jacob for trying to protect me. And Blake... tell him he's a di-

Just as I'm about to finish my sentence in my thoughts, the closet's door opens, a tall and large figure standing in front of me, tho I can't see who it is.

"Are you okay?" A very familiar voice speaks. Of course, his voice.

I get up, still holding the mini mirror with my hand, as he makes me sit on the bed. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks, close to my face as worry fills his voice.

"I'm okay." I manage to breathe out.

Then he does something that I would've never thought he would do.

He hugs me.

He hugs me tight, like he was scared of letting go. I don't hug him back at first, because I'm still scared from what is happening, but then my arms find their way around his neck, hugging him back.

I felt safe. Even tho I was around him, the Italian Mafia's leader, I felt safe.

He pulls back and his hands grab mine, filling them with a gun.

"Sebastian's men are here, but we won't let them take you, okay?" He says as a tear rolls down my eye.

I'm scared, I'm sorry. I know I should be strong and all that shit, but I can't. I don't want them to take me.

His thumb brushes off my tear as he caresses my cheek "It's okay, we're not letting them take you. I'm not letting them take you." he said, his voice soft.

He's ready to explain why he gave me a gun and what I'm going to do, but the shootings stop. Absolute silence.

Blake and I glance at each other, before he gets up and walks towards the door.

'Stay here' he mouths as he turns around to open the door, my heart sinking deep in my chest because I'm worried.

Worried about me. About the people in the mansion. About him.

He walks out and I still don't hear anything.

This silence is fucking destroying me.

Suddenly the lights turn back, the power is on again.

I let out a sigh of relief, but when my door opens again I instantly point the gun towards it.

I stop when I see Blake, his expression is relieved.

"It's over, it's okay" he says walking towards me as I get up and throw myself at him, hugging him.

I wasn't thinking, and when I realised I got off of him, embarrassed as hell. But he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck, he's hugging me.

His hand is stroking my back, then he puts me down and runs a hand on his hair.

Wait, is everyone else okay?

"Are they all okay?" I ask and Blake nods "Yes, no one was injured."

"Holy fuck. Marco??" I ask, feeling a sick feeling as I think of what the poor kid just went through.

I rush towards the door, wanting to reach the kid's room, but Blake stops me, his hand pushing the door, making it impossible for me to open it.

"He has his personal guards, when the power went out they took him to a secret room. The secret room is soundproof, so he didn't hear anything. He's doing great." he assures me as I feel relieved. His hand is no longer putting pressure on the door.

"Perfect. And, about what happened between us, I don't want things to be awkward so let's just-" he cuts me off "Let's just pretend nothing happened, is this what you were going to say?" He says and I hesitantly nod.

"Of course, we should keep it professional" he says "Yeah, but I will forever be thankful to you for making me feel safe when all that was happening" I tell him, trying to forget tonight.

"It was your first time, being in a situation like that, so I kind of had to check that you weren't dead-" he chuckles making me laugh as we both think of my non-ability of protecting myself "- but mainly because you were the target they were looking for, so I had to protect you." he finishes, looking serious now.

God I hate the way he can change expression so fast.

"Is Alex here?" I ask him, changing the subject. He nods and I feel a rush of excitement. "Great! I'll just go and bother him since I'm sure you're really busy or you want to sleep after what happened. Good night, Mr Ferreri" I say before glancing at the door and grabbing the knob "Good night, Miss Rodriguez" his tone returned to normal-annoying-Blake, tho I won't forget his soft tone.

I reach the living room, finding Alex on one of the armchairs, rubbing his forehead like he has a headache.

"Oh my God bestie, you're not dead!!" I jokingly say as I get closer to him, he looks up at me and smiles "Oh my God, you aren't dead either!" he says making me laugh.

"I missed you stupid" I say as he gives me a hug "Aw I missed you too, I had a couple of things to do for Blake. Business honey" he smiles and I pull back.

"I need a drink after what the fuck just happened." I say, making my way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, me too." Alex says, following me.

Alcohol is therapy in moments like this, but still kids, don't drink and don't smoke! Well says you, Violet.

Hi reader! Anxiety during that shooting scene 📈 Sorry for any grammar error!!

If you liked the chapter don't forget to vote <3