Page 43 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
To either of them.
Unlike the continuous messaging from Angelo, I have hardly heard from Sal in the three days that he has been gone. Each morning, I received a short “good morning” text, and each evening he says “good night” or wishes me sweet dreams. But that is all that I have heard from him. Not once has he tried to call me or text about anything else, until today.
SAL
I’ll be returning home in a few hours
Barring another sleepover at Lyla’s, that means I will be seeing both Sal and Angelo this evening.
I’m still not ready for this.
Have you thought about your decision? And do you know what it is you plan to do?
Before you say yes, I need you to understand something.
What is that?
This is the first I have said anything to him beyond a ‘you too’ in days.
If you say yes to me, you will belong to me piccolo fiore.
I will accept nothing less as I teach you. Destroy you. And put you back together just ask you asked of me.
But understand that your needs, wants and desires will equally own me.
I read his words over and over again before putting down my phone.
I begin pacing. So many questions running through my mind, but I don’t know how to respond to him.
Knowing I only have a few hours left before I’m brought face-to-face with them both, I draw a bath. Maybe a good, hot soak will finally help me. As my toes touch the steaming water, my phone rings on the vanity.
After wiping the water on the bathmat, I pad across the room to see that it’s Angelo. I think about answering for a moment before letting it go to voicemail. A moment later, I get the alert that he left one.
“I miss you, Ellie. What do you want?” His voice is cracked and he sounds almost broken, “Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You already took my heart. You know there is nothing else I wouldn’t give you, beautiful.”
Placing it back on the counter, I retreat back to the tub and promptly immerse myself in the hot bubbles.
Two absolutely wonderful men, who could not be any more different.
For the thousandth time in the past few days, I weigh over both of them.
Angelo is young. Sweet. He makes me laugh. A swoon-worthy romantic that just wants to repeatedly prove his love to me. Sex with him is amazing.
Sal is nearly three times my age. Experienced. Broody. Dark. Full of an overwhelming amount of fervor and desire.
The only thing the two of them have in common are the fact that they both want me.
How do I choose between them?
The man that can give me everything I thought I wanted.
The life I’ve spent my whole life dreaming about.
Or the man who can give me everything I didn't know I needed?
A passion that makes me feel things, both physically and in my soul, that I didn’t know were possible.
Bubbles slide down my wet body as I stand to get out of the tub. The water falling from me drenching the bathmat under me, I grab the towel and lazily wrap it around my body as I head to my closet to find something to wear.
