Violet's POV:

"Three times 8 equals 24." I heard the familiar little voice at the end of the hallway.

The little man's voice got louder and clearer as I was standing on the door frame, watching his expression furrow in confusion.

Then something in him clicked and it looked like it all made sense for him "Six times 5 equals 30."

Marco had grown up. He was already 8 years old.

"And seven times 8 equals... 56." He wrote something on the paper under him before tugging the pen inside a little pencil-case.

He got off the chair and finally saw me. His jaw dropped and his eyes were now glowing as shock took over his face.

"Miss Rodriguez?" He called out for me, I smiled before rushing to hug him.

"Hey kid! Ugh I missed you!" I lower myself a little and he jumps onto me, hugging me tight.

"Miss Rodriguez where were you?" He asked after a moment, letting go of me.

I for sure can't tell a 8 year old kid that I was kidnapped and that when I escaped I left for LA.

"I was really busy. You know, work and stuff." I smile hoping he bought my lie.

"You don't have to lie. I know something was wrong because my brother reunited his team. And he was also really sad."

This kid is too smart. Also, did he call Blake his brother? Awh man.

"Mr Ferreri was sad?" I laugh ironically and he nods. Damn.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me what happened, I understand. But you're staying here now, right?" He says caressing my cheek with his little hand, I nod and take his hand, kissing it.

"Yes kid, I'm pretty sure I'm staying." He wraps his arms around me and I hold him, feeling better after all.

"Marco your babysit-" The deep voice interrupts us, making my head snap to the door as I see him.

"Your babysitter is here to take you out." Blake finishes his sentence as Marco sighs and lets go of me, grabbing a little backpack.

He waves at me and blows me a kiss before running away. I laugh at how cute he is and get up, returning to my normal position.

"Well, you must be busy." I speak walking past Blake but I'm pulled back as he grabs my wrist and turns me, my body against his front, our faces inches away.

"Don't avoid me, Violet." He says, his tone demanding as usual.

"Why? Does it hurt your heart?" I smirk "If you even have one." I laugh at myself and he grabs my neck, pushing me against the door.

I expect him to yell at me, or choke me harder.

Instead he leans his forehead against mine and I breathe in his scent.

"Would you believe me if I said 'I'm sorry' for everything that ever happened since you met me?" He asks with his eyes shut, his body radiating heat.

"Depends." I reply closing my eyes too.

"On what?" He whispers pressing his body harder against mine.

"Would you believe me if I told you that the moon has always been beautiful?" I finally confess. I open my eyes and find him already looking at me.

His eyes were hypnotizing, beautiful and so special. I could feel the ocean around me as I lost myself inside of them.

"Yes." His voice brings me out of my thoughts "I would believe you." He whispers again, glancing at my lips before shutting his eyes as if stopping himself.

"Then believe me. Because the moon has always been beautiful, Blake." I speak desperately as I grab his collar and smash my lips against his.

It feels so damn good.

I remember the first time my lips met his. They were soft and sweet, even if the man kissing me right now could be the most hateful person in the whole world.

"Wait, I'm sorry." I quickly pull away, growing closer to the door behind me, if that's even possible.

"Cos'ho fatto ora?" He speaks sighing and backing away, making space between us.

("What did I do now?")

"I've been gone for 2 years, Blake. Shouldn't we talk? I mean, clearly a lot of things have happened while I wasn't here. I want to know about it." I say as I stare into his eyes, he does the same.

"You're right. There's something I need to tell you." He grows serious, now more than ever.

Makes me wonder a lot of things.

After that there's silence, loud silence.

I should say something, but my mind is currently filled with millions of thoughts and I don't feel like letting them out.

Come on Violet, you're just overthinking. You always overthink.

"Great. So, when you're ready to talk, you know where to find me." I finally speak, giving him a little smile.

He simply stares at the floor, probably thinking about something to say. Yet, he doesn't.

And then I walk out of the little kid's room, heading for my room to get ready for a walk.

After all, what did I expect? He did confess his feelings, but he for sure regretted doing so. Because the man is afraid of love, he never felt that kind of emotion.

The problem is that he needs time. And I don't know how much.

Blake has never been loved the way he should've been. I can see it in his eyes, I can feel the hole he has.

After changing my clothes I reach the garden, walking to the main entrance.

"Care to tell me where you're going?" I hear Alex's voice before turning around and seeing his figure.

"Sorry I didn't see you. I'm going for a walk, wanna come?" I smile at him and he walks up to me, embracing me in a hug.

"I have work to do, but please don't go alone?" He says before pulling away, putting his hands on my shoulders and slightly massaging them.

"It's okay, Al." I smirk reaching for the dagger he gave me, which was hidden in my legs, the cold metal against my left thigh.

He nods understanding and pats my shoulder before walking inside.

I watch him turning around again, mouthing 'Be safe, little one'.

I'm so glad I met Alex. It's like my life is a puzzle and Alex is one of the most important pieces to complete it.

I wish they never involved him in all this Mafia-stuff. He wouldn't be so damn hurt, and also tired of living.

Letting my thoughts run through my mind, I exit the estate and begin walking along the street.

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"Hey I missed you! How have you been?" A voice I've never heard shouts from the other room. His room.

I get up from my bed, where I had been lying after I took a shower once I came back home from the walk.

I reach my door and leave the bedroom, walking to his door and trying to eavesdrop.

"I know you missed me too. Perhaps a hug would make you feel better?" I manage to hear through the giggles of a female.

Oh.

I decide to go inside without knocking, immediately regretting doing so.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Blake shouts as I simply remain silent.

"I'm sorry. I thought, I thought I heard someone screaming." I lie stepping away from the room, closing the door behind me.

There was one girl, 3 men I never saw in my life and then there was Blake.

I quickly walk back into my bedroom, hearing another door opening and then shutting close.

I hope he isn't coming here. Please, God.

I lay on my bed and cover myself with the sheets, acting asleep.

The door opens and I soon feel his presence in the room.

"I know you're not sleeping, Violet. Come on." He says coming closer.

"Please don't come close." I speak getting up.

He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me, his eyes suddenly filled with... hurt?

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that." "You think I'd ever do anything to hurt you?" He says, his tone almost desperate.

"Blake I'm sorry I didn't mea-" "It's okay." He cuts me off. "It's okay." He says again.

We simply stare at each other, I already forgot about the people in his room.

"No, it's not." I say frustrated, getting up from my bed and running up to him.

He instantly hugs me and holds me tight, as if scared of letting go.

"Did you think I was having fun with another girl?" I can feel him grinning, I slightly punch him in the arm as he chuckles.

"What's so funny?" I ask pulling away.

"The fact that you think I would sleep with another woman after what I told you."

He's now serious, looking deep into my eyes.

"I meant what I said, Violet."

He grabs my hand and gently kisses the back of it, my skin growing hotter at his touch.

It all disappears when he lets go of my hand and walks out of the bedroom.

"I did, too. I really did mean it." I sigh because he can't hear me now.

I'm still wondering who those people are, maybe the 'Mafia-team' everyone's been talking about since I came back?

If so, then I definitely want to meet them. I mean, it would be so exciting to work with them.

I lay back onto my bed, when I hear footsteps from the hallway.

They approach my room and knock on the door. Who could it be?

"Come in!" I shout staring at the door, watching as Jacob comes in a second later.

"Hello there bestie, what are you doing here?" I ask in a sarcastic tone and Jacob smiles at me, before carefully sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Thought I could spend some time with my favourite bestie." He speaks, using the same amount of sarcasm I did. I love this guy.

"Dude I'm your only bestie, it's not like you have other choices..." I roll back my eyes before laughing, his laugh soon joining mine.

"Yeah, you're right." He smiles again before growing serious.

"Why do I get the feeling that we'll have a really serious talk right now?" I ask grabbing a pillow and putting it under my arm for support.

"Because we are, smile bestie." Jacob says and I burst out laughing for a second.

"I can't believe you're in the Mafia." I speak still laughing, this guy really is special.

"I came here to ask you something." He says, patiently looking at me.

"Okay, go ahead." I nod my head and he sighs before speaking again.

"Do you love him?" The question hits my chest like someone just slapped me.

Yes.

No.

I simply sigh and close my eyes for a second.

"Yes, I love him. But am I in love with him? Hell if I know." I say massaging my forehead with my hands.

"Jacob, how did you know? I mean, with Silvia. How did you know that you were in love with her?" I ask, turning my gaze back to him.

"The moment I knew was when I simply couldn't get her out of my head. She was in my head from the moment I woke up to the second I closed my eyes to sleep. In fact, she was also in my dreams." He says, the corner of his lips tugging up.

"She still is, she's all I can ever think about." I smile watching him, the way he talks about her and all.

"But it's not just that. I knew, because I wanted to protect her, I wanted to make her smile and laugh, I wanted to keep her by my side, to let everybody know that she was mine."

"And most of all, for the first time ever, I wanted someone to love me the same way I loved them." These two are so made for each other.

"So what do you say, Vi?" He asks.

"I think about him a lot, probably too much. Yes, I want him to love me the same way I love him."

"But most of all, I want him to be happy. Because even if he's done a lot of bad things, he still isn't the bad guy of the story. He's just a man that deserved more, that deserved love but never received it." I speak, watching as Jacob is curiously listening to me.

"Then you already know what the answer to my question is. You just aren't ready to admit it yet." He says, smiling at me.

He's right. I am in love with Blake, but I simply am not ready to say it out loud.

Even though Blake already knows it, because of our confession.

"Thank you, Jacob. You're a good guy, too." I say, watching as he gets up from the bed.

"You're going to make him more human than he's ever been, Vi. You have that power over him." He smiles before reaching for the door.

Little does he know, Blake also has power over me.

Hello reader.

Sorry for being inactive for about 2 months. I had a lot of exams and school stuff, and now I have to study for one last thing.

School is really becoming my damn 13th reason fr.

Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter!! (Sorry for any grammar error!!)

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