Olivia’s POV
It was our last day in Italy. Gabriel had planned so many romantic nights here and they were spectacular. Finally, the day came when we had to leave that night and Gabriel asked me to get dressed because we were heading to Florence. I had to admit, Italy was a beautiful country, but it was also a perfect place for the Mafia. It was no wonder how Alejandro became a Don since he originated from Italy.
Anyway, we spent four beautiful nights in Italy, and ever since our first time on the private jet when he took my v-card under the starry sky, Gabriel had never allowed me to be away from him even for a second. I was swimming in an ocean of his love while he devoured every inch of my body. There was no place in the room that he didn’t take me—on the bed, couch, carpeted floor, a
