Nobela ni Diana Wade

MATTEO's POV"Dude, seriously. I need to get laid. It's been like, three days." I groan, running a hand over my face. My best friend, Jaden, is sitting on the end of my bed, controller in his hand. He turns to face me as soon as the battle is over on the screen, his eyes lighting up with humor."You need to get yourself a girlfriend; the sex is like almost every day." Jaden grins, his smile lighting up his face. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at his head, watching as it bounces off him."Fuck having a girlfriend. Girlfriends are a major pain in the ass. How many times has Emily messaged you since you've been at mine?" I question, my eyebrow raised at him. He drops his gaze to his phone, the cockiness disappearing from his features."Six? Seven?" I tease him, a smirk plastered on my face as I realize I'm right. My point is made exactly."It's actually eight times," Jaden mutters, grimacing before turning his phone off. I let out a loud whoop, fist pumping the air."See, dude? I'm al

Matteo's POVI let out a distressed groan, my eyelids fluttering open. They immediately meet bright lights, and I raise my hand, shielding them."Where the hell am I?" I mumble unhappily, my body aching in ten different places. I blow out an annoyed breath, the familiar sounds of beeping surrounding me."A hospital? Are you kidding me?" I muttered, reaching up to rub my eyes. "You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?"I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father."Father." I mutter, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He hates it when I call him that; I always do it on purpose. Papa lets out an annoyed huff at my tone of voice, and I know if I wasn't lying in a hospital bed, he'd slap me over the head for it."Watch

Rosa's POVI peer through the murky grey blinds of his hospital room. I don't know why I'm hiding; it's not like he can see me. He's asleep, the machines around him working hard to keep him alive. The cut on his head is bandaged, and the doctor managed to stop the bleeding from the stabbing. If I wasn't there to control the amount of blood he lost, he'd be dead right now.I study his face, noticing how peaceful and innocent he appears when sleeping. His chest rises and falls steadily, and I don't know why, but I feel relieved. Relieved to see him breathing normally again. I don't even know this man. Matteo.That's what his name is; I overheard the nurse mentioning it to a doctor previously. Apparently he isn't a stranger to a hospital bed. I can't help but stand there a little longer than I should; I feel drawn to his aura.Why do I care? Because I saved his life? He could have been anyone.I blow out the breath I'm holding, exhaustion washing over my body. My phone begins to buzz ins

Rosa's POV"Thank you for walking me home," I smile up at my fiancee, Leonardo. He looks down at me, bright eyes connecting with mine. His eyebrows knit together, arm wrapped around my waist securely."There's still a way to go. Are you sure you want me to leave you here?" He said,I smile at how overprotective he is. It's one of the things I adore about him. I nod my head, my dark curls bobbing around my shoulders."Of course, it's like a two-minute walk up this road. It's late; you should go."I lean up and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing the back of his head so that his lips meet mine. He kisses me slowly, his hands resting against the waistband of my shorts. I pull back and rest my forehead against his, looking into his blue eyes."Happy one-year anniversary." I murmured, the smile permanently fixed on my face. Leonardo traces the skin that's exposed around my stomach, his fingers causing me to shiver in the dark night."Happy one year, baby!" He whispered, pulling away from