All Chapters of The Mafia Assassin : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The night passed with Alison experiencing no sleep. Frustration wove through her thoughts as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The way Nicholas was acting was still on her mind. It made her uneasy. He had pulled back once again just when she thought she was drawing nearer to him. The silence in the house felt eerie. It was as if the world beyond her bedroom had vanished. Something was definitely wrong. She suddenly sat up from the bed and ran a hand through her hair. The tension in the house was already suffocating, how could she lie here and act as if nothing was happening? She had already made her choice before she had had time to think it through. If Nicholas doesn't tell her anything, she is going to find out for herself. She got up quietly and padded across the room toward the door, swinging her legs over the bed. She slowly opened it and looked into the dark corridor. She felt a slight excitement. She shouldn't have been out here.Her bare feet hardly made a sound on the c

A scream broke the quiet night. Nicholas jolted awake, alert suddenly. His thought was of one person. Alison.He reached for his gun as he heard another scream, louder than the first.He rushed out of his office and dashed towards Alison's room. He could still remember their argument. Damn, he shouldn't have left her alone. He kicked the door open with so much force.No one, he didn't see anyone in the room, and for the first time,, he felt a feeling he didn't think he would feel for a long time.Fear.His eyes drifted to the broken window and the remnant glasses on the floor.She was gone. Alison was gone. He caught sight of blood on the floor. She was injured. Those assholes hurt her, he was going to make them pay. The hands that dared her hurt her, be it whoever Adrian or whatever.His mind was racing as he stared at the blood. He could feel himself getting furious. Now wasn't the time to lose control, he had to find her and whoever took her.He called one of the men who was suppos

Alison woke up again, she didn't know when she fell asleep again. She didn't see Nicholas which made her to feel panicked till she saw him lying on the couch. It looked a little odd considering his tall frame. She didn't know where they are. She monitored the unfamiliar room with intent trying to know whether she could guess the place.She stared at Nicholas again, she got off the bed and moved closer to him. A half blanket covered him.His gun was kept to his side. He looked so....tired yet still handsome. This was the first time she has ever seen him sleep.He looked so gorgeous. Alison watched me closely. He looked different. He seemed more... human unlike before. She walked back to her bed sitting on it. She glanced at the half glass of water placed on the table remembering how he took care of her.She wondered why he chose to be in the same room with her. He could have gone to another room. But he didn't. He was still here.A voice in her mind was reminding her she looked like his

Alison woke up earlier than before. The room was dark and completely filled with silence. She sat up on the bed stretching her body. Her body felt sore. She looked at the couch and she didn't see Nicholas.She expected to find him pacing the room or with his phone call.She straightened her shirt, her gaze falling on the closed bathroom door. The light spilling out from beneath it confirmed one thing. He was in there.She was about to lie down back when the door opened. She turned without thinking and froze.Nicholas came out of the bathroom, a white towel hung dangerously low around his waist.His hair was all wet and messy from the shower. Beads of water dropped from his perfectly built chest, and they glided down to the towel.Alison felt like she couldn’t breathe.She knew she should look away but she didn't. More like she wanted to look at him. Her brain was warning her not to look down; everything in her was forcing her to look up, but she found herself looking down at his body

****Nicholas couldn't understand what was going on. He hasn't heard from Tristan for a while. He didn't know how things were in Adrian's end. He tried calling but he got no response. This was unlike him. He brushed it off noting it would be hard to communicate with him being in Adrian's territory.He watched as Alison slept. She looked so angelic in her sleep. He thought of last night when she confessed to him. He was honestly shocked by her confession and their late-night conversation. He could spend the whole day just hearing her speak. She had such a lovely voice. She was opening up to him now.He watched as she turned in her sleep. She was waking up. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for some time. Her cheeks turned red, he knew she remembered last night.He had always wanted to tell her how cute her morning face looked. He watched her as she sat up. Her eyes met his. She smiled at him and he found himself smiling too. He walked up to her. "Good morning beauti