"I'm not going anywhere, Gio. I will never leave you, not until you tell me so. I promise!" -- Athena Giudici

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Athena Giudici's POV

"We are going back to New York, Bambolina. I have several board meetings the day after tomorrow. So we have a full day tomorrow and then we can leave at night," says Gio as he made a tentative sip of his red wine. I nodded and then resumed eating. Making another bite of the tender chicken. I was staring at my plate when I remember how my life turns 360 degrees. I instantly have a boyfriend, then a live-in partner in a matter of 24 hours. He really moves so fast. No wonder he's one of the top businessmen in New York.

My day with him was never been dull. It's always interesting. We argue, but then at the end, we end up making love.

"What do you want to do tomorrow, Bambolina?" I look up at Gio and tried to think of something to do. We had done snorkeling today and cruising along the island and the neighboring island. "Probably just relaxing at the shore; just lay under the sun, and swim at the beach," I said, uncertain of what I really wanted to do.

"Alright," he nodded then popped a piece of chicken in his mouth. "And oh, I have some business meeting tonight, too, at the mainland. I will be back home late, tonight," he continued as he grabs his water and drink it.

He's leaving me again. Since we arrived here, every night, he's in the city. "Are you sure, it's not a monkey business?" I raise my eyebrow with suspicion.

"You're not really jealous of that girl, are you?" Gio burst into a fit of laughter. And so now, he finds it funny. This dick thought it was funny. "What's so funny, Santorini?" I leaned my back against the chair and crosses my hands on my chest as I stared at him, humorless.

He stifled his laughter and looks at me warily. "You are not really jealous over her, are you bambolina? She's just a business partner and besides, she's just like my mom. She's too old for me, baby." He explained apprehensively.

"I hope, Gio." I mumbled and then sit upright and finish my wine.

I remember to call my parents after dinner. I haven't talked to them since we arrived here. After all the ruckus Gio did, shooting and arguing after, not to mention, make-up sex after the war, everything lost in my mind.

I snap my head up when I heard the sound of the chair. Suddenly, Gio stood up in haste, almost toppling the chair backward. My eyebrows met in curiosity and our eyes met. He rounded the table and pulled the chair beside me and sat, scooting the chair even closer and he snakes his hands around my waist. I sat there frozen and confused.

"I love you, bambolina. So much," and he kissed me while I was watching him, rather gawking at him incredulously.

"What's that for?" I asked. Alright, I should just say I love you too, but that's just so sudden. We are talking serious here, and out of the blue, he turns a sugar-coated Gio. If he wants sex, I'd just give in not so long ago, as far as I remember.

His dark thick eyebrow quirked. No matter what facial expression he does, he always looks so irresistible and undeniably gorgeous. Such a perfect specimen. I can't believe such Giovanni Santorini, almost half of the world women's population desired to have, and now, he's my boyfriend. How sweet is that?

"Can't I be sweet to my girlfriend and soon to be the mother of my soccer team?" His melodic, deep and rich timbre is like a sweet symphony in my ears. Just even his voice he could make me feel mushy inside. Why? Isn't it's so unfair?

Wait, what? I'm not so going to be pregnant yet until I become Mrs. Santorini, hell NO!

All of a sudden, the spell suddenly broke. I was so entranced with him, that my brain is slow in processing words. "Wait, what?" I screeched when his last words sank in my slow head. Gio grinned devilishly and I shook my head in disapproval. "That's is just too much pain, Gio. If you want that much of kids, you better start digging how to get pregnant because you have to carry half of that children. I'm fine with three!" I widened my eyes at him. He nuzzled his head under the crook of my neck and the irritation I felt suddenly evaporates and I felt calm. His breathing tickles me.

"Oh, bambolina. What can I do? I love to ravish you all the time," I felt him suck my skin, just under my earlobe and I gasped. I felt tingles spread like a wildfire throughout my cells shooting straight to my core. Then, there and then, I felt that warm sensations building up inside my core, just by that kiss. "Feeling wet already, bambolina?" I suddenly became aware of our position, when his husky drawl reaches my ears. I don't know how in the hell I ended up in his lap. Blood rushes up over my cheeks to the roots of my hair.

Dammit!

"No shit Sherlock!" I hissed and I stood up abruptly and sat back on the chair I unconsciously vacated. "Can we talk something else? Like what you really do in life? About your family, or anything you like to do, what's your goal in life?" I blabbered in frustrations as the heat settled in my face. Gosh, why do I feel embarrassed when in fact, Gio had done so much than kissing or making out?

"Alright," Gio settled himself shrugging it off my sudden reaction and again, his hand slowly making its way to my waist. He had this wicked smile plastered in his face. Gosh, he can't keep his hand on him. Then suddenly, his smile withered and he became so serious. "Well, I have a sister, but they were all slaughtered." I stiffened when I heard it. His voice shows no emotion and I felt like I was hit by a tornado after hearing it.

"I'm sorry," was all I said, feeling choking.

He shrugs his shoulders, but I felt his hand around my waist flexes and tightened, so were his muscles. He reaches for my glass that was half full and drank it all. Then, he places the empty glass back on the table in silence. I don't know what to say next, or if I need to comfort him. He doesn't look like he needs one, though.

"What I love to do?" he paused, stroking the rim of the glass. "I don't know. Since I met you, I only wanted to be..." then he shifted his body to face me, and his soft amethyst eyes met my gray ones. They are like hypnotizing me, drowning me to the depth of it. How strange his eyes were, and so mesmerizing. "I only want to be with you .." He smiled and then he quickly gave me a peck on my lips. I involuntarily push my bottom lips forward and he chuckled.

His one palm cup my left cheeks and stared into my face, scanning my face like a microscope. I squirmed inwardly. He looks all too serious now. "Before I met you, all I want in life is to find who killed my family." His voice became lethal as he spoke firmly, but as he scans my face, his eyes soften. I didn't say a thing, I stayed still and listens to him. I felt like I'm learning who really is Giovanni Santorini. "But then, I met you. You changed me. I suddenly valued my life. Though, I still want to find justice for the death of my family, then maybe live in peace, with you. With our future kids." His eyes glistened and I knew he was stifling his tears. He met my eyes and I knew he was close to tears. My heart tugs at the sight of him. I never saw this side of him. All I know about him is, he's a ruthless, and heartless, but now, the vulnerable side of him is right in front of me. Opening up to me.

"I love you, Gio!" I said and kissed him on the lips. His hand automatically landed on my nape and pulled me even closer and deepened the kiss. It was different from all the kisses we shared. It was more aggressive and full of meanings. It was full of love.

We pulled away to draw breath, with just our forehead leaning against each others. His hand was still on my nape. "I'm so happy. You made me very happy." He muttered softly. I felt his sincerity. Then, he looks up and our eyes locked. "I'm scared. I'm scared I would lose you," I could feel the fear in his voice.

I cupped his face with my hands and smiled sweetly. "I'm not going anywhere, Gio. I will never leave you, not until you tell me so. I promise!" I reassured him.

"I know you won't, bambolina." I felt him getting rigid after. "I'm scared that my enemies would turn to you and take you away from me. It always gives me a nightmare every night, baby. I don't know how to handle that if it happens." His voice tenses.

He brushes his hand against my cheeks and I pulled him to me and hug him tighter. "You are thinking too much, Gio. Nothing will happen to me." I chuckled trying to break the awkward tension. Seeing Gio like this, I'd rather want him to be a playful, and insatiable. Now, I can't handle this side of him. I don't know how to comfort him.

Honestly, I don't know he has weaknesses.

We stayed like that until his phone rang, breaking the silence. "I need to take this call Bambolina." With that, I pulled away from him and he reach for his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Speak!" He grit out, that control in his tone is more menacing than growling. It sends shiver cause of fear, straight to your bones. How his tone changes in a matter of time is still surprises me. He could be sweet and dangerous at the same time. Lethally dangerous.

"I'll meet you in our room, bambolina. I'll just need to go to my office for this call," he stood up and before he left, he leans forward and with his free hand, he held my nape and gave me a hard lingering kiss, before letting me go. "I'll see you in a bit, baby." More than a hushed, and with that, he turns around and left. I watch his body disappeared in the door and I sigh.

I'm in so much trouble. I just so love this man and in case we are back to New York and he'll be exposed again with this bitches, he'll forget what he had said to me, for sure.

Now, I'm completely whipped. I propped my two elbows on the table and rested my head in my palms, feeling unsure of my feelings as the future of us nags me.

Does he really mean what he said? Do we really have a future together?

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Giovanni Santorini's POV

"Just to remind you about the meeting tonight with Viggorino. His underboss called me again." Vito's voice is wary and apprehensive. "I don't really like the feeling of him showing up here in Cayo. I have this feeling he's into something." Vito growled and I nodded my head in oblivion.

"Then, he just digs his grave," I commented, clenching my jaws momentarily.

"Most of our men are already patrolling the area where the meeting would be held, and so far no hints of his minions. Isaias is with them. He's going mad, that man." I heard Vito chuckled.

"What's up with him?" I asked.

"He's still mad you are in love and you could kill without a doubt, and yet you let the killings in his hands, in which undoubtedly, he's very much willing to do it himself. Knowing him," Vito clucked his tongue after.

"I want that tape soon. I want to give justice to my parent's killing. I want to know who killed them, and I will give them the same fate, as my family went through." I clenched my jaw, with my hand holding the phone tightly. I was staring at the piles of books in the shelvings built in the wall with my eyes blazing, almost setting the books on fire the way I stared at it, as I imagined what kinds of sharp things I'm going to use to kill those fuckers.

"We better get back to New York then to start moving. Time is running ..." Vito agreed and I nodded my head.

"I never heard about that spy you sent to spy on the secretary of Salvo Giudici,"

"It was supposed to be Isaias, right? Well, you sent him to run errands for you, and to watch your chika-babes," Vito remarked with sarcasm, and I grunted.

"Then, at least, send someone who could do the job!" I growled.

"Yes, we did. He actually said that Theresa Agoncillo hasn't seen any tape." I shut my eyes in frustrations trying to calm my temper. This is getting frustrating.

"Stefano said, Salvo has the tape and Theresa knew where the tape is?" I recalled still with my eyes shut. My other hand landed to my head and my fingers brush my thick hair in frustrations, massaging my temper momentarily.

"Yes, and I thought maybe a little force would finally let that old lady spill the truth!" Vito's voice calls danger.

I grunted involuntarily. Frustration is getting the best of me. "If that's the case, then yes. I will do anything to get that tape." I groaned.

"Desperate times calls for desperate measures!" He grits out. "There's nothing we couldn't get it done, Gio. Nothing!" Vito remarked with certainty, in his controlled undertone.

I nodded my head, dropping my other hand on my side. "I'll see you tonight. I'll just wait till Enna would go to sleep before I'll leave. I need some men here to watch her, as well, until we get back."

"I already ordered ten men to stay here," He replied shortly. "I'll see you in a bit, amigo!"

The phone is already in his dial tone and I'm still staring in oblivion. I felt something odd for this meeting. Something odd and it starting to scare me.

I just hope nothing will happen that involve my Enna.

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When I walked inside of one of the private room of that bar owned by one of my friends, Lucas Viggorino stood up and approached me as I walk inside the small room. It looks smaller when I and Vito walk in, with my three security behind us and others were scattered to watch discreetly.

Lucas, the same old sly man with long stubbles scattered under his chin and his upper lip, short and with a big fat belly. His dark eyes, visibly scowling around me. My jaw clenched involuntarily as I discreetly looked around me. His minions are scattered inside the room, looking like a pillar at each corner of the room.

I could feel my gun in my behind, touching my back and I could feel a little relieved, incase something went wrong. Viggorino extends his hand and I took it acquiesced. My facial expression didn't alter. I was staring straight into his eyes. I smelt his goddamn awful perfume and it irritates the hell out of me.

What kind of perfume is that? I felt gagging.

"What brought you here, Viggorino?" I asked blatantly without preamble. I didn't bother to sit. I wanted this to be over and leave the place. It smells like him and it's suffocating me.

"I need that tape Gio, and retrieve it even if you need to use her!" His expectant voice reaches my ears, barking at me like I was his pawn, it didn't sit well in me.

Anger bubbles up in my system, my vision morphs darkly and I envisioned blood oozing out of his chest, head blows up with brains splattered in tiny pieces.

I'm not fucking use her. She is my precious prize possession and nobody fucking ordered me to do such thing, especially not my Bambolina.

I cocked my head slightly to my very loyal underboss, Vito and he gets the message.

"No one fucking ordered me what to do, Viggorino!" My face morphs deadly and he steps back and chuckled frantically.

"O-of course!" His voice is betraying him. "I-I mean, the family (the group) is expecting you to retrieve that tape soon before it goes to the wrong hand." He stammered slightly and too late. Nothing can change it. He found his death.

"I'll get the tape, that is for sure!" I turn my back and headed to the door, watching his men around me closely in case they are attacking me. Vito did the same and as soon as we are out of the room, Vito and my men separates with me.

"I'll see you in a bit!" Vito's deadly face disappeared in the crowd and I walk straight to the awaiting car hidden from the prying eyes of everyone.

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A/N: Here you go my Bambolinas... Hope you all like it!!

As I promise, an update.. Please continue to support Enna and Gio... Love, love love... thank you all.