Chapter 4 MAFIA'S HAIR CHAPTER 4

**Nirvana's POV:** The museum's exhibits seemed to blur before her as Nirvana lost herself in thought. The tenderness of Brandon's kiss still lingered on her lips, a reminder of the connection they shared. Yet, beneath the surface of their budding romance, the weight of his untold truths cast a shadow. She couldn't help but wonder about the dark secrets he harbored, the mysteries that separated them even as they drew closer.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her back to reality. She glanced at the screen, a text message from Brandon illuminating her phone. "Meet me at our spot tonight. There's something I need to tell you." Her heart raced, a mixture of anxiety and anticipation swirling within her.

**Brandon's POV:** The hours leading up to their meeting were both agonizing and liberating. Brandon paced his apartment, the weight of his dual life pressing against his chest. He had made a promise to Nirvana, a promise he intended to keep, no matter the cost. Tonight, he would reveal the truth that had been hidden for so long.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the city, Brandon made his way to their spot-the rooftop of a building that offered a panoramic view of the city's skyline. It was a place where they had shared stolen moments and whispered confidences, a sanctuary that felt worlds away from the chaos that surrounded them.

**Nirvana's POV:** She arrived at the rooftop, her heart racing as she spotted Brandon standing near the edge, his silhouette illuminated by the city lights. She approached him, her steps cautious yet determined. "Brandon, you wanted to talk?"

**Brandon's POV:** He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. He took a deep breath, his hands clenched at his sides. "Nirvana, there's something you need to know about me-something that I've been keeping hidden."

**Nirvana's POV:** Her heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what was to come. "Brandon, whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm ready to listen."

**Brandon's POV:** He nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Nirvana, my real name is Brandon Greg. I'm not just a doctor-I'm also the son of Zelda Greg, one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in Italy."

**Nirvana's POV:** The words hung in the air, a revelation that sent shockwaves through her. She blinked, her mind struggling to process the truth. "Brandon, you're saying that you're part of a mafia?"

**Brandon's POV:** He saw the mixture of disbelief and concern in her eyes, the turmoil that his confession had stirred within her. He took a step closer, his hands reaching out to gently hold hers. "Nirvana, I know this is a lot to take in. But I needed you to know the truth, no matter how much it scares me."

**Nirvana's POV:** She felt a whirlwind of emotions-surprise, fear, confusion. Her mind raced as she tried to reconcile the man she had come to care for with the reality of his dangerous legacy. "Brandon, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

**Brandon's POV:** He looked down, a mixture of shame and regret coloring his features. "I was afraid, Nirvana. Afraid that if you knew the truth, you would be in danger. I tried to protect you by keeping you in the dark."

**Nirvana's POV:** Her heart ached at his vulnerability, at the weight he had carried on his shoulders. She reached out and gently cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Brandon, you don't have to face this alone. We're in this together."

**Brandon's POV:** His heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and fear. Gratitude that someone like Nirvana could care about him so deeply, and fear that his truth would forever change the way she looked at him. He closed his eyes briefly, his forehead resting against hers. "Nirvana, I love you. And I promise to do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

**Nirvana's POV:** Her heart swelled with a mixture of emotions-love, concern, and a fierce determination. She kissed him, her lips conveying all the unspoken promises and emotions that words couldn't capture. "Brandon, I love you too. But we have to find a way to navigate this-together."

As they stood there, their foreheads touching and their hands intertwined, the city seemed to fade into the background. In each other's arms, they found a sanctuary-a place where love and danger coexisted, and where the threads of their destinies intertwined.

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