Chapter 179

• MASSIMO'S POV
• I woke up so late in the morning, feeling extremely tired. There wasn't a doubt that the recent happenings had really drained a lot of strength from me. I hadn't even had the time to see Francesca lately. We last saw each other about a week ago, when she said she was going to be at her father's place for the next week. That simply meant seeing her was going to be much difficult. I groaned in frustration, realizing she was the first person I thought about after waking up. And it drove me crazy because, I couldn't even tell what we were doing! Our relationship wasn't defined and I didn't want to complain about the fact that she was showing me any form of commitment, because I was scared I would lose her completely. If being in this undefined relationship was what worked best for her, I'd try to work with it. But for how long? I didn't know how long I was gonna be able to keep hiding what we shared. I knew we both shared something, we were beginning connect with each other, and our little time together has only made me realize that she wasn't really as rude and ill mannered as a lot of people thought.
• She tried to put up a bitchy facade and all that, but I could very well see through all of it. She could be really sweet when she wanted to be. With miss B and the Don being away recently, I had less work to do, and more time to spend with Francesca. She always called me over whenever she was home alone, and we ended up doing a lot of nasty things. I have been celibate for a few years now, and it was because of my line of work. As a professional bodyguard and a part of the Russo group, I couldn't afford to sleep around. I knew and held a lot of information about Russo, which was definitely sought for, by a lot of enemies. I had always just wanted one woman to settle down with, and make a family. But then, all the while I waited, no woman who could take Francesca out of my mind showed up. Or maybe they did, but I was just too busy with work and pinning away for Francesca to have realized it. Now that I finally had what I always wanted, I couldn't help but feel like she was only using me as her boy toy. Or was I overthinking and misreading things?