Alle Kapitel von A Nurse for the Mafia Don : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Silvano's pov I didn’t look back as I walked away but damn, I wanted to.I wanted to see her reaction.Grace had no idea what she does to me. None at all.She stood there, wide-eyed and breathless, cheeks flushed like I had just whispered sin into her soul. Maybe I had. Maybe I wanted to.But I haven't yet and she drives me insane.One moment she is rolling her eyes at me and calling me names. The next, she is frozen under my gaze like she is afraid of how much she is affected by me and actually wants me.And that? That is dangerous.Because I wanted her.Not just the way a man wants a woman. Not just sexually or for pleasure in the bed alone.I wanted her silence and her laughter, her stubbornness and the way she said my name when she was annoyed.I wanted her loyalty. I want to be the first person she thinks of when she is in trouble. I want to be the only one whom she trusts. I entered my room and slammed the door shut. I was feeling it again. The tingling sensation in my skin w

Grace's pov I lay in bed on my back, my legs lifted in the air as I swung them and was drawing imaginary images with my finger in the air. I should have been an artist because it seemed that my imaginary images were turning out well.I would consider that. Maybe later.After some time, I dropped my legs and turned on my back, my face facing up. “You are of no use in the house then,” the word echoed in my head and I groaned.Why can't I forget what he said to me? It was just a statement, right?Yes, it was but it struck something in me. That I was useless. That word hit me, and I took a step back from him, but he didn't notice because he left immediately after he said those words. He called me useless, so I am going to show him one. I took my blanket and headed to the living room. I made popcorn and poured it into a big bowl. I brought out a bottle of water and a can of soda and placed them on the table. There is one thing Vano hates so much and gets to him faster than anything.

Silvano's PovI didn’t hesitate.I kissed her again softly. Then slower the second time. The third was deeper. Like I was trying to tell her I was sorry.When I finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dazed, and her lips slightly parted.“That is three,” I whispered. “Am I forgiven now?” I asked her.She didn’t speak immediately, she just looked at me like she was trying to figure me out all over again.“You are trouble, Silvano Morelli,” she finally said.I gave her a half-smile. “You are just figuring that out now?”Before she could respond, Harper walked into the living room and Grace quickly stepped back from me, giving distance between us. She brushed her fingers through her hair like nothing had just happened between us, and she was just having a harmless communication with me. But that wasn't the case. We were making out and she was liking it. Harper looked at me before moving her eyes to Grace who was looking anywhere but me and Harper. And right now, the st

Grace's povMy chest burned with frustration.No. Hurt. Real, raw hurt. I wasn’t expecting a love confession from Silvano. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were. But I also didn’t expect him to throw me into the same category as every woman he has ever slept with. I don't even know how many women they were or his type of women and I didn't even want to know.I wiped my cheek roughly, trying to pull myself together, but the sting of his words echoed in my head. “There is no difference in you all.” He was classifying me with them. And it was cruel and disgusting.I don't even know why I was crying. Pathetic, Grace. You are not a kid who just cries at any emotional stress. “You shouldn't let things get to you. You are not the same as other girls,” I muttered to myself, reassuring myself.I walked down the hallway with no real direction, just needing space. Needing air. I don't need to feel so damn stupid. I found myself outside by the poolside with the night's fresh breeze bru

Grace's povLiam and I stayed at the bar, talking lightly. It was the kind of conversation that didn’t demand anything from me. Just small and easy talks.He asked about my favorite music, my least favorite movie genre, and whether I liked cats or dogs more.Those were simple questions. Normal ones I could easily answer. And I couldn’t remember the last time I had a normal conversation with someone, a stranger or not.I was already tipsy but was struggling to keep up with him. I was surprised I wasn't falling off my chair already in a drunk state but I guess that was what the lime was for. At a point, I glanced at the dance floor again, half-searching for Harper and Valentina and I saw Valentina making out with a guy on the dance floor. Well, it seems like one of us is getting some and enjoying her night. I looked again to see if I would catch a glance of Harper but I didn't. “The last time I did that, I almost lost an eye in the ring,” Liam said and I chuckled. “No, you didn't,”