Morning came, and so did Vanessa with a full-blown panic attack, waking up in a dark room, her mind not yet used to the dark space.
Her hard breathing caused a panic as she heard footsteps trudging In retreat, a minute later multiple pairs of legs, to the door opening with speed for her to face the mafia, who had a look of worry, in causal white sweater and a black pant, he swiftly made his way to the bed climbing it and giving her a hug to ground her down as she whispered in her ears
“It's ok, you're safe, alright? Look at me Nessa, you're safe.” He said assuringly holding her down as she tried controlling her breathing to a bare minimum.
He then turned back to the guard asking for privacy and for them to continue the meeting without him making her worry that she must be interrupting h
