Chapter 22. Hiding Behind the Duvet

Leah’s POV

My heart skipped a beat and I immediately grabbed the duvet and used it as some kind of shield, but I did not lift it in the air or anything, I just covered more of my lower body and kept squeezing it and praying that the woman was not here to give me another slap…or worse. 

She headed right for the bed and sat on the edge when she had closed the distance between her and it. Then she released a sigh before staring at me for a few seconds, not saying a single word. 

The interaction was scary, especially knowing the kind of woman that she was. She was literally the wife to a mafia boss. That meant that she had earned it. She had seen a lot of things, and had been through a lot also. 

“Leah…can we talk?” She sounded calm and respectful, which was not something that I expected from the woman. 

I adjusted myself on the bed, and replied, “of course.” I avoided looking her in her eyes for way too long, and would