Seventy-Seven

Nicholas's POV:

For a few minutes, we just lay there quietly, without talking. She was no longer drowsy. I avoided telling her about my past because I knew how it would affect her negatively. Now, all her mind and thoughts would keep drifting to what I had told her, imagining deeply what it shouldn't.

The ache in my body due to the strenuous and endlessly crazy schedule I had while away was nothing compared to the despair in my heart. That was why I liked my past stating buried. But because she snooped around too much, I decided it was best to get her to rest.

"So is that what you do now? Mafia?" She asked, finally breaking the silence.

"I know that you have always seen me as a criminal, Talia. But, no," I said to her surprise. "That part of my life ended when my parents were killed. I took the family business in a different direction."