บททั้งหมดของ A Nurse for the Mafia Don : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Grace's Pov As we walked into the restaurant, Casa Juancho, we were immediately struck by the warm and inviting atmosphere. The exposed brick walls were adorned with vintage Spanish posters, and the dark wood added a touch of elegance to the restaurant, giving it a unique look. Giving the restaurant a beautiful look was Handmade clay potteries on the tables. The restaurant lights were fun giving it a cozy and intimate ambiance. It felt like I was in a private restaurant. There was a soft play of guitar.A waitress walked up to us and said, “Buenas noches, señor, señora. Son bienvenidos a Casa Juancho. Tiene una reserva?”(Good evening, sir and madam. You are welcome at Casa Juancho. Do you have a reservation?)“Hicimos una reserva para una habitación privada para seis.” Silvano replied to her and I stared at him in awe. (We made a reservation for a private room for six)That wasn't Italian. He knows other languages too?“Por favor, sígueme,” she said and started working away. Silv

TRIGGER WARNING DISCLAIMER: MATURE CONTENTThis chapter contains detailed explicit sexual content that may not be suitable for all readers. If you are uncomfortable with such, feel free to skip this chapter and move to the next chapter. It can be skipped without it affecting the overall storyline. Grace's Pov Silvano looked up at me with a wild but controlled hunger in his eyes. He slowly let my nipple slip from his mouth and placed one last soft kiss on my chest.“Not yet, Gattina,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I want to take my time with you.”My whole body trembled beneath him both from the heat spreading through me and from the sound of his voice.He leaned down and kissed the valley between my breasts, trailing soft, slow kisses down my stomach. Every touch sent sparks through me, and I could barely keep my hands still.He lay my back on the bed and continued his kiss, trailing until his mouth reached the hem of my panties. He looked up again and locked eyes with mine.I

Grace's pov “Do we have to leave here?” I asked Silvano for the second time from the bed as I looked at him getting dressed up. I had dressed up earlier before he woke up.“Not necessarily but if I want you to enjoy your vacation, it is better to go where people are,” he said and turned to me, showing me his outfit.“What do you think?” He asked me. “I think you are the ugliest beautiful man on the face of the earth,” I grinned at him. “I will take that as a compliment.” He said and turned back to the mirror. “You have been staring at the mirror for so long. Can we go now, I am getting restless.” I said and he turned back. “Let's go,” he said and I got off the bed and walked towards the door. Our bags were already in the back of the car.I looked back at the room. I didn't want to let go but I had to. The cars were waiting for us as we got outside the house but it was just one this time.“Thank God it is just one coming with us,” I thought out loud and I saw Silvano smirk. Whe

Grace's Pov I was sitting by the bench, watching the kids play with sand and the adults were standing alongside, keeping an eye on the kids. The sun was kissing my skin and I loved it. I need melanin.Then all of a sudden, someone closed my eyes. I was about to shout in panic, but I got a sniff of Silvano's cologne, but it was mixed with something else. “Silvano,” I said and he removed his hand from my eyes. “How do you know it was me?” He asked, coming to sit next to me. “Your smell. I can't forget it for anybody else.” I smiled at him. His lips curved into a smirk, but I could see the way his eyes softened as he looked at me. “That is dangerous, Gattina. Being able to recognize me by scent.”“Why?” I teased, nudging his arm lightly.“Because it means you are head over heels for me and you belong to me now,” he said, voice low.I swallowed, feeling that familiar flutter in my chest. I looked away briefly, watching the waves crash softly against the shore.“You smell a little di

Grace povMy eyes widened slightly. “Wait. Seriously?”Silvano nodded slowly, his gaze locked on mine. “Yes. You said something earlier about letting out my inner child. And I realized I have never really let myself heal from anything that happened to me in the past. I don’t want to carry that weight into whatever we are building.”For a second, I couldn’t speak. My chest tightened, but it wasn’t pain, it was hope.He was willing to seek help to become a greater man.“That is really brave of you,” I finally said, reaching for his hand. “I know it is not easy but I will be with you every step of the way. I am proud of you.”“It is not easy to admit that I need help. I have never asked for help,” he admitted. “But you make me want to try. And I am willing to do that for you. For us.”Silence settled between us again, but it wasn't because I didn't know what to say, but because I was proud of him. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.“I love this version of you,” I whispere