Eden Pov.
The way to my home was quite short. Dante continues to tell me stories about my parents and I actually laughed so much on the way that I ran out of air. I invited him to my house but I didn't realize that he didn't have the cream with him, so we parted when we arrived in front of my house, with the promise that he would stop by my place later. Maybe, for some, if they knew that I invited to my home a person whom I only met a few minutes ago, it would seem stupid. Not for me. I sat at the table with one of the biggest mobsters. It is not a big deal to sit with a normal person at the table. Plus, it looks good...Extremely good. As good as Hell looks.
I shake my head, eliminating all the thoughts that lead me to Hell, but then I realize something. I am attracted to mature
