Hidden_A Dark Mafia Romance by Lyanna Thomson

Author:Lyanna Thomson [Thomson, Lyanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-10T05:00:00+00:00

The wall clock in the far end of the store chimed and Amie looked up in glee. If the world was filled with people full of happiness, she would be the happiest of them all. In the last few weeks since she became acquainted with him, she had been exceptionally happy with the turnout of events. It seemed to her that she was spending most of her free time thinking about him now.

From the day of the carnival, he had seemed aloof again. Leaving before she was awake and coming back to the apartment after she had slept. It was starting to seem to her like he was avoiding her but she couldn’t be sure. She often tried to stay awake long enough to catch him come into the house but she never seemed to be able to do it. It was as if he could see her and would wait for her to be asleep before he came back into his apartment.

The events of the night of the carnival played on in her mind from time to time. The way he had looked into her eyes and listened to her as if his life depended on it. The way he nodded over and over as she launched into the story of her dad even though she really had no business weighing him down with her stories. He had melted her heart when he had picked her up and rolled her around as they left the carnival, but, when she expected the hot kiss that was supposed to lead to the hot passionate sex that would be much better than the one she had watched him have with that Asian girl, he had said a courteous “goodnight” and had disappeared down the hall in the direction of his room. As she had heard his door open and close, she had been left so stranded that she wanted to burst into his room.

She still peeped at him through the hole and still watched him dress and undress. But perhaps the most exciting of all the things she watched him do was strut around his room with that long sword. She watched him cut through the air and strike different poses. The way his long legs would stretch forward and land on the floor gently like he was a chameleon one minute, and then the swift transition from being a slow walking, careful trotting chameleon to a swift fipper. Cutting through the air in ways that told her that if anyone had been within the range of that blade, they would be dead instantly. She silently watched him each time. Wondering what was it that made him so angry that he fought with himself so violently.

He was angry. She could tell that much from the way his brow knitted together anytime he was fighting in his room like that. His anger showed itself in the way his veins stood out when he held the sword. From the rippling of his biceps to the redeeming of his eyes.

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