His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 

I watch Nico drive way. My crying has subsided. Now I just fo 

I feel like a fool. I pull away from Julian and look 

kupat 

at him. 

“I’m so sorry.” I sniffle, “I don’t want to cry, I just am. Its just overwhelming, I guess.” 

He doesn’t say anything. His lips are pursed, his eyes hold a fire inside them. Nonetheless, he cradles my head in his hands, stroking my hair. “Let’s get you home, darlin 

nod, just as Julian’s driver pulls up in his convertible. Julian opens the door, and I quickly get inside. He follows, and neither of us speaks until we are at his house. He lives in a penthouse apartment, unlike the rest of the mafiosis who live near the Central or near where Don and Consigliere live. 

I don’t remember the last time I was in his apartment. Oh yes, it was the time I was drunk as fuck. I still don’t remember the entirety of the night. Only that I woke up in 

his bed, naked. 

A shirt is strewn messily on his couch, a few papers and a pen lying beside it. I roll my eyes. 

“Sorry.” He says. “My housekeeper only comes on Thursdays and Mondays.” 

I shake my head and pick up the shirt, throwing it to him, “Put it in the laundry, Capo Bastone.” He shrugs, and does that while I gather his papers and place them 

neatly on the paper. 

“You re such a neat freak,” Julian says when he retums, pulling me to him by my dress and dropping a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Hey,” he tilts my face to his. “Are you okay?” 

I smile lightly. ‘I will be. I’m sorry I ruined your night.” 

The night has just begun, Ginevra.” 

A shiver goes through my spine at 

at the pro 

promise in his eyes. 

“Go to my room.” He orders “Get undressed. You have ten minutes.” 

1 nod and rush to his room, taking off my clothes in record time, putting them away neatly on the table in his bedroom. I don’t know what to do now. Should I kneel? I read that in a book about BDSM. No wait, maybe I should lay down on the bed. Nuh uh. Should I bend over? Nope. My tirade is interrupted when Julian walks inside the room. I look at him, all the thoughts in my head suddenly gone. 

His fingers thread through my hair, pulling my face to his, and he kisses me deeply. I’m acutely aware of my state of undress, because Julian is still fully dressed. I feel vulnerable. I hate it. I love it. 

“I’m angry. 

Ginevra. And I’m feeling more possessive about you than usual” He says, quietly. “We’re going to play a game.” 

“What game?” I ask 

“Just something to remind us who you belong to.” 

“I already know I’m yours, Capo Bastone. 

He nuzzles my neck. “Good girl. But I just need to remind myself, that you are mine, not Nico’s.” 

At the mention of Nico, I feel a small pinch in my heart, Julian kisses me again, but tears are building in my eyes, and I breathe deeply to keep from crying 

Julian pulls away instantly. “Darlin.” He sighs. His tone is soft, sympathetic. I shake my head. “Please don’t stop. I’m just being stupid.” 

He smiles, lightly shaking his head. Letting go of me, he grabs a blue T shirt from his closet. 

“Up” He instructs. I raise my hands, and he helps me into the shirt. Im not going to fuck you when you’re sad, Ginevra. Come on, we can cuddle,” 

The matter of fat way he says it is both adorable and funny. But I could really get used to this soft side of his. 

Toute sa nice to me.” I say as we cuddle in bed, spooning while he texts Luca, our Capo. 

“What did you expect? He laughs lightly. A relationship with hair grabbing and threats and angry sex?” 

Relationship. 

“Are we in a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” He breathes. “Will you be my girlfriend, Ginevra? 

This is literally the worst and best situation in the world 

“Yes, I will I hit my head up and kiss his lips softly. Capo Bastone is my boyfriend.” 

He smiles lightly, kissing me deeper. 

tattoo” I recount. Never thought Ed end up like this. Wanted. But never expected. 

“I gave you my 

my first tat 

He mods, taming around to show me the tattoo on his neck. 

Ancoro impara. 

I trace the words with my finger. “I did a good job.” I say, smugly. 

Excited, I sit up on the bed, sutching his phone and keeping it on the bedside table. 

“This one, too.” I lightly kiss the small tribal design of the moon on his chest. The one that says he is that Capo Bastone. “I gave 

He chuckles, and it reverberates through his chest. “You’ve given me most of my 

my tattoos. 

darlin.” 

this one 

“Your rose,” I sigh. “I wish I’d done that for you, it would have been perfect. But I was too young that time. 

“You were twelve,” He smiles. “But maybe one day, you can get a tattoo of my choice.” 

Maybe I can get the Capa Bastone tattoo. Hahahu dreams. 

Tid you ever think we’d be here like this?” I whisper softly. “The first time I looked at you, I was kind of frightened.”