His Sweet Bella
He just stood there, stoned up.
“You okay?” he asked softly. He was surprised at the softness of his own tone. He didn’t know he still possessed it.
His heart suffered another delicious jolt when she lifted her eyes to lock them with his. He wasn’t prepared for the electricity that surged through him when her enigmatic orbs met his. The soft hue of her orbs had sunk to a deeper blue. They held a glimpse of heaven in them. He didn’t deserve heaven but he couldn’t not crave for his heaven, for his cielo. Damn her eyes. They were looking back at him with so much innocence, not realizing the havoc they were bringing upon his poor heart. Those big, blue, powerful eyes. The mighty mafia King found