YN POV:-

The room was so silent that I could hear the sound of my panicked breath.

The shock hadn't yet left me. I was still replaying the scenes in my head. The sounds of gunshots are still echoing around me. And most of all, the question kept bothering me.

Is he okay?

I didn't know what time it was. Or what is going on. Everyone in this room is as silent as I am.

Sometimes the children would cry out in hunger. They'd quiet down once their mama fed them and lulled them to sleep.

I sat on the floor. The two couches weren't big enough to fit so many girls, besides the babies needed a place to sleep. They can't be just put on the floor.

Though oblivious to time, I know we've been here quite the time. It must be around dawn or something, nobody has come yet to give us some news about what was going on.

It is very rare given that the Estate is the most protected place. It is always guarded and people are always prepared for the worst. How did anyone get in?

Randomly shooting bullets. That's unusual.

With a sigh I stand and walk toward the bathroom to splash water on my face.

"Are you an idiot?" The voice came.

There we go again.

"Get your stupid baby off the couch." She yells again.

"Miss, please let her sleep. She hasn't slept all night." The mother humbly requests her.

"I don't care!" She shouts again. "I need to sleep. I can't just sit on this stupid floor all night and not sleep. Get your bastard child off the couch." The baby starts crying.

Oh lord!

She is Cara. I don't know by what power she is doing this all night but she's doing it anyway. She's troubling every single person here.

And now she needs the couch.

What is wrong with her? With a sigh I walk out of the bathroom and towards the mother of the baby who Cara was yelling at.

"It's alright. Give her to me." I softly ask the mother. She smiles gratefully.

"Thank you..." She murmurs and looks at me for a name.

"Yn." I smile and she does too as she gives me the pink bundle of happiness.

The baby is looking at me with big olive eyes,sucking on her hand. The little tear drops still linger on her eyes. I wipe them with one hand while cuddling her to my chest with the other.

"Hey baby." I whisper as I start to pace back and forth in the room, rocking her to sleep.

After a good fifteen minutes the little angel falls asleep still sucking on her little hands. I keep her in my arms and sit down next to her mother.

I can't put her down, since one of the couches is taken by Cara and the other holds three more babies.

"You want to give her to me?" The mother asks.

"I got this." I smile. "You take some rest." She nods as she walks to the bathroom.

After the incident I don't know how long passed before Cara threw another tantrum about being hungry and not liking the biscuits in the room.

So like a bitch she is, she broke the jar and kept acting like she didn't destroy the only food medium we had.

We still don't know how long it was gonna take and that's what we all had as food.

"Why does she do it?" I ask Ariana. The baby girl's mama.

"I don't know." She sighs with a roll. "Last time I was here I didn't even see her here and now she behaves like the Don's women. Ordering everyone around."

The Don's women? My inner girl questions as my chest tightens around. She said like. Like the Don's women. Now she is the Don's woman.

The door to the room opens and a tall man with black mop of hair, covered in blood, stands. Left hand clasping a gun. He looks utterly tired and sleep deprived.

Ariana is the first to leap out of her position and into the man's arm. A young boy of five rushes from the room after her.

How have I not seen him?

"Papa!" The boy yells. "Why are you so red, papa?" He asks as much as his five year old logic allows him.

"I just had busting candies." His papa replies picking him up after pulling away from Ariana.

Ariana walks back to me. I smile and give her the little girl.

"Thank you, Yn." She murmurs, grateful.

"It's alright." I smile. Along with her I stand up and as my eyes scan the doorway, my insides are filled with relief.

The Don stands in the doorway talking to Ariana's man. They slap each other on the back as if saying 'well done'

Before I can take two steps toward the door, Cara flings herself around Don's arm. He catches her and they hug for a second until Don's eyes meet mine.

My chest tightens. He's with Cara? Then what were those moments the night before?

He pushes Cara away and inspects her. His next words make my insides a laughing mess.

"Who are you?" The Don asks.

"What?" Cara spats. "You don't remember me?"

Oh well.

"Whatever." He ignores her as his eyes once again find me.

"Piccolo?" His voice snaps me out. I smile unknowingly.

I steadily walk up to him. "You okay?" He asks to cup my cheeks.

I nod. "Are you?" I inspect the fresh cut in his chest, bandage on his hand, the blood on his body.

"Been through worse." He says resting his forehead against mine.

It feels so nice.

So homey.

"So..." The voice is someone else's. Ariana's.

The Don pulls away from me and meets her eyes before pulling her into a bone crashing hug.

"Do I have someone to inspect?" Ariana asks Don as she joins her man on his side after pulling out from the hug.

"Quando sei arrivato qui?" He asks Ariana's man. (When did you get here?)

"Giusto in tempo per metterla nella stanza sicura." The man answers looking at Ariana lovingly. He has the little boy in one arm and the girl in another. (Just in time to put her in the safe room.)

Italian men and their strength. My inner girl sighs.

"Tutto apposto. Ti parlerò domani mattina." The Don says placing his hand on my lower back. "ho bisogno di dormire un po"

(alright. I'll talk to you in the morning)

(I need some sleep.)

"Tutto apposto." The man says before they leave. Ariana gives me a small wave and I wave her back. (Alright.)

"Let's go to bed, si?" Don asks.

"Hmm." With that he leads me to the bedroom we've been sharing.

The room had been cleaned again, the sun was already up in the sky, casting a soft glow of light all around.

I take a shower before putting on another shirt.

The Don changes his bandage after his shower and gets to bed, next to me.

"Who were they?" I ask him.

"The Mexicans." He answers, stroking my hair. "We were unprepared."

I nod and snuggle back to his chest.

It feels good.

"Who is Ariana?" I ask once again just moments after he closes his eyes.

"My brother's wife." He answers simply. "Now sleep."

"You have a brother?" I am curious.

"Yes, piccolo." He sighs. "Now sleep."

"Okay." He presses me hard against his chest.

There are many types of warmth.

One is a comfortable warmth that spreads along your body when you feel safe. Or when you realise you are being shown signs of affection.

One is the warmth when you're successful at what you're doing.

And another one is when you feel as if the world's weight had crushed down on your whole body making you all hot and bothered that the much desired sleep won't come to you unless your skin gets a fresh breeze to cool you off.

That was the type of warmness slash hot I was feeling.

Halfway through I kicked off the duvet. The sunlight pouring through the huge balcony doors didn't do too much of a favour.

Though in the month of late October and though trees were almost naked the sun still shined like a crazy asshole... Just to disturb me off my sleep.

With a groan I move around the bed trying to find the pillow that had been under my head seconds ago. When I find the fluffy bundle I snuggle close to it, or so half close to it.

The Don was still weighing on me. It felt crazy as hell. He's a big man. My inner girl rolls her eyes at me.

That's the point. Big men don't cuddle. I glare at her. She always ignores my logical side and floats in her fantasy.

Imbecile!

I feel my eyelids drop once again as I feel my muscles relax, regardless of the heat, I fall back into my sweet sweet slumber. Once again.

Little bitch! Keeps sleeping all day. My inner self snickers at me before I give her the finger and flip her off.

Stupid girl!

My eyes snap open to the sound of a huge bang as I sit up straight abruptly. The loud voice comes from the room. I scan around as I see The Don sitting on his desk, a ceramic flower vase splintered on the floor.

"What were you guys doing then? Fucking your wives? I pay you to fuck my estate up, is that it?"

He shouts again on the phone.

I see him take deep and controlled breaths as he tries to calm himself down.

"Russo." Warning evident in his voice, his olive shaded eyes now blazing with fury. "I don't like to

hear excuses nor do I repeat myself."

"I want all the guards on security last night and the guys in the camera room right in five minutes in the cellar." He spats before throwing his phone on the desk making a loud thud.

He was angry. And he was doing a good job keeping it inside.

I gingerly climb down from the bed before opening the balcony doors to let air inside the room.

"Good Morning." The Don blows in my ear

It causes shivers to run along my arms and shoulder. "Good afternoon." I wish back with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know how to talk, don't you, piccolo He chuckles.

"Of course, I do. I wasn't born mute you know?" I smile sweetly.

He laughs.

By the time I walk into the bathroom and finish my morning business, the Don is ready in a suit.

Always the show!

"Aren't you going to do my tie, Yn?" He calls out as soon as I finish making the bed.

I walk up to him as he takes a seat on the sofa. Quickly I do a knot and fix his collar. "There." I smile.

I am getting kind of comfortable around him.

Is that good or bad? My inner girl asks while polishing her nails.

I shrug.

"Thank you." He says before frowning. "You need some clothes."

"I have clothes." I reason.

"New clothes. Nice clothes." He clarifies.

"I don't need new clothes. Nice clothes." I mimic him.

he switches to his dominant mode.

Yummy! My inner girl licks her lips in invitation.

She's such a slut, I tell you.

I sigh and mentally roll my eyes.

"The rule is what I say goes. No arguing, no reasoning and no questioning." He pins me with his serious gaze.

"Or..." I begin. "How about we discuss like adults." I don't know what we're gonna discuss and I definitely don't know what we are to discuss like adults.

"Or how about, I put you across my knee and make you count each slap I put on your bottom. That's reasonable, sì?"

I roll my eyes at his threat.

He's not going to do it, right?

"Don't roll your eyes at me, piccolo." He warns.

It's not like he's gonna spank me for real. Right?

(TO BE CONTINUED)