Chapter thirty nine

Amber"s pov

It's been two days since I was back in the real world.

And Antonio is being extra nice,

He is all around me, he is everywhere I look

Is he scared 9f me being taken away again?

Why should he be scared?

Why is he all nice?

I don't think I can dismiss this thought I want to ask him 

I want him to tell me it is because he loves me, it is because if I am taken away his world will crumble 

I want him to open up and talk to me 

But I don't ask him about any of it I just watch him and enjoy his care.

This is the first time I have been this close,

I am at his house lying on his bed,

He cleaned my bruises and redressed all my injuries,

I am sad I will be leaving soon, I know he thinks I will be here longer 

He is caring and steals glances at me like a kid

He still does not smile even once

He does not frown either, he is just blank 

Like a white sheet of paper, I don't look at his eyes 

Maybe I should? I will see him 

I will see his emotions maybe he would smile if I said a joke,

I raise my eyes and look at him now, he looks handsome in his white sleeves.

He looks so innocent, he looks calm and there is something else,

Is that a veil coming off, I look more into his eyes

And he stands and leaves the room,

Is he scared of my eyes taking down his walls?

I use the opportunity to watch him leave, I watch his body flex as he walks, his height tower and his hair black as coal fall to the side

He is a beauty, a silent one that comes with the storm.

But it is all I want his storm between my thighs

I smile to myself.

I should not be thinking of this now, but it is his fault, he brought me to his house and he is in my head.

I think of what he has done with ruper,

Did he kill the bastard?

I want to do it myself, it's been a long I used a gun.

The last time I used it was when uncle Dante was teaching me how to use one.

I still have my birthday gift tucked somewhere 

A beretta m9.

It is time to hold it 

It is time I test it

It is time to know if a gun or a knife is better.

I think I would not like it messy 

But I don't mind if I have to.

He walks back in goes to his drawer, he looks in my direction, I pretend to be asleep

He turns to the closet,

I open my eyes

He takes his shorts off

I stare at his body, he takes his trousers off and takes a new pair of clothing.

He wears the tuxedo and arranges his hair 

The scent that fills the whole room comes from his direction.

I don't move I just lie there and inhale