Giovan felt incredibly giddy at the knowledge that Josephine was evidently pleased with his response, a deep hum vibrating in his throat as his arms tightened ever so slightly around her. This woman held so much power over him, an individual that was known for being so authoritative and powerful, and he knew the potential dangers of it all; he could care less at the moment, however, especially when he knew when to shove people aside at the slightest indication of betrayal. Although he really was being affectionate and loving with her, he knew he could endure the pain and sadness that would seize his entire being if he had to do the unthinkable to her. He was Giovan Sicillian, after all, and he still had to maintain some semblance of the cold, ruthless man beneath all of this.. warmth and affection. This was simply the reality of things, even if he had shoved all these thoughts deep within the confines of his twisted mind.

An irritated huff escaped him at her words, snapping him back to the reality of things. His gaze lowered and traveled across her body once he had taken a small step backwards, narrowing in on the way the t-shirt made it rather obvious she wore nothing underneath. She was definitely telling the truth regarding him not wanting her to be so vulnerable and showy in public; this current sight of her should be reserved for his eyes and his alone. A subtle click of his tongue was another indicator of his annoyance before he stepped back fully and quietly contemplated. He did not have a sister that he could go to and borrow clothes from, so the only other option would have to be his mother. Fortunately, he knew his mother would be open to the idea; he had to pray his father was not around, however, along with his brother. He feared he would never hear the end of their ranting and scolding if they fouund out how close he was with the woman before him.

``I can check my mother`s room for spare clothes. Do you have a preferance for anything?`` he asked as he raised a brow, tilting his head slightly to look her over again. It would seem he would have to leave her here at least for a few minutes to get her a decent outfit, but fortunately his mother`s room was on the same floor.

Giovan was more than aware of the fact that she could have easily worn something else in his wardrobe that was more befitting than a single shirt, but he would not let her leave in something so.. simple and mundane. He truly wanted Josephine to experience this new life he was giving her, even if he had to show her both the benefits and the unfortunate consequences on day one; it was far better for her to be aware of everything that he was involved in now than later, especially if he truly wanted her to be his forever, which he did. Of course, this involved him spoiling her to death while simultaneously keeping a strict hold over her wherabouts and doings, all of which were for the mere sake of her safety. No one wanted to deal with his wrath if someone so precious to him was taken away or killed, let alone simply shoved.

``You must have a lot of trust in me,`` Giovan laughed lightly as he decreased the distance between them with a long stride forward, lowering his head to press a kiss to her forehead. It was becoming more and more obvious that his love language or main way of expressing care and affection was through gestures, both physical and behavioral. Hell, if she were to indicate that she liked something, he would probably do everything in his power to get it just for her. ``That is true, but I won`t let you do that alone.``

His voice was firm and unwavering, indicating he was being serious. Besides, he did not know who was aware of her presence in his home or who had seen him let her in his car; he had enemies lurking around every corner, so he had to ensure she was safe. Giovan tried to lighten the mood a little by smiling and crooning teasingly into her ear before he finally moved past her and exited his room, ``Try to behave and be a good girl while I`m gone, alright?``

He did not dare linger after he spoke, taking long strides out the door and closing it behind him. A smug smile was written across his face as he walked, even when he passed the guards and greeted them as he usually did. Giovan headed down the hall before he took a right and practically barged into his parents` room; it was usually devoid of them since they were always out and about, much to his disapproval. They were older and no longer had a real reason to be involved with the mafia, yet they persisted in doing so. However, he was greeted with the sight of his mother humming softly as she walked to and fro, seemingly cleaning the room herself. His mother was a gorgeous woman, slender and of average height with gorgeous dirty-blonde hair that shone in the light that filtered through the blinds.

``Good morning, Mother,`` he greeted her as he tilted his chin slightly, watching as she jumped slightly and hurriedly turned to face him. The surprise was quickly replaced with relief and affection as she walked forward and gave him a hug. Even though he was a deadly man and his mother knew it, he loved how he was simply her son in her eyes; there was no such thing as the dreaded, incredibly feared Giovan when he was with her.

``Have I not taught my son to knock?`` his mother laughed gently as she took a small step backwards, her soft and gentle features seemingly shining with radiance; it was impossible to decipher who she really was and that she had direcr involvement with one of- if not the most- dangerous mafias in the area. Giovan could definitely say the same regarding Josephine, but at this rate it would be spread like wildfire due to how attached at the hip they seemed to be. ``You seem awfully blissful this morning.``

``Is that so?`` Giovan asked, his voice playful and soft as he shifted around his mother to head towards her rather extravagant closet, the one brimming with high-quality clothes and other accessories to accompany her outfits. He heard her following after him hesitantly, seemingly nervous about what he was doing; it was understandable since he usually only visited if something was amiss with the mafia`s operations or if it was something of utmost importance. Of course, Josephine was of utmost importance to him at the moment. His hands shifted through pile of pile of organized clothing, his quiet huffs and hums all indications of what he thought of every thing he managed to find in his mother`s labrynth of clothing. Eventually, he paused and looked over at her with a frown. ``Do you have anything that looks nice, but is also comfortable?``

His mother stared at him with confusion for a good minute, her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what on earth her son was doing. Eventually, she started putting the pieces together and she walked over to him, a frown gracing her features. Truth be told, it was no surprise that she was already aware of Josephine`s presence in the mansion since everyone was aware of what always occurred for safety reasons. She sighed before she started to speak, her voice still soft yet somewhat brimming with caution, ``I presume you`re looking for clothes for that.. girl? Has she wormed her way into your heart so easily? Giovan, have you not learned nothing from-``

``Mother,`` Giovan began, his voice suddenly cold and devoid of the warmth that had been lacing it; it was rare for him to speak like this to his mother, but he had to for now. A sigh slipped past his lips before he tried to relax, knowing precisely what she had been referring to; Josephine had technically not been the first, even if she had evoked far more emotions in him than the first woman that had managed to slither her way past his walls. ``Trust me when I say she`s different. Besides, you know me; I`m not foolish enough to ignore all the signs.``

His mother frowned, her disappointment and concern palpable. However, she knew better than to argue with Giovan of all people, especially when he definitely was not a fool. Giovan watched as she finally sighed and nodded, an indication that she was willing to help him. His parents were the only individuals he would not dare use physical means to punish them for doing anything negative towards Josephine; he understood they simply wanted him to be careful, especially when he was so smitten after a single night with her. He remained quiet as she started walking inside the closet, showing him certain pieces of clothing and asking if he liked it.

After what felt like hours, Giovan finally settled on selecting a simple yet expensive white knitted sweater along with a black miniskirt that accompanied it rather flawlessly. His mother, who was still concerned and a tad disappointed in his decisions regarding Josephine, gave him her final verdict, approving the outfit and telling him that he surprisingly had good taste when it came to clothes; he was already aware of this, but he decided to humor her and express his gratitude. Before he left the room she shared with his father, his mother ensured to give him one final warning and a gentle, warm embrace, ``Please, be careful.. You can`t trust anyone, Gio.``

``I`m always careful, Mother,`` Giovan reassured her before he placed a kiss to her cheek and retreated completely, exiting her room with the clothes she had allowed him to borrow in hand. He was very fortunate that she had not taken the time to summon his father and his younger brother, both of them undoubtedly far less understanding than she was. If they had learned about Josephine, they would have come running to his doorstep demanding an explanation. Truth be told, it was a miracle that it had not happened yet. He was a few steps away from his room when he suddenly heard her raised voice, his eyes narrowing into slits instinctively. The guards that were standing outside of his door gave him a knowing look, especially when they had practically heard everything from within; he knew that none of them had heard the intimate sounds he and Josephine had made the night before since guards always knew better than to remain outside of the bedrooms, but he found it a little comical to imagine Josephine believing that they had heard everything.

``Sounded like a phone call, sir,`` one of the guards, who was clearly the oldest out of the four, spoke when he was mere inches away from opening the door to his room. Giovan`s response was a curt nod before he twisted the knob and headed inside, closing the door promptly behind himself. His gaze softened when he saw her sprawled out across the bed, seemingly frustrated and irritated with something.. or someone. Although he really did want to be aware of basically everything she did, which included who she interacted and talked with, he found himself not questioning anything as he crossed the room and settled into a sitting position beside her. He placed the pile of clothes he had gotten for her in the empty space between them, which was rather small, prior to him propping his chin with a fist and quietly looking her over. If there was one thing he knew about relationships, it was that he would have to he patient and understanding; if she wanted to say nothing about whatever had happened, he would respect that even if it hurt a little.

Giovan listened intently to her as she spoke, his hazel eyes fixated entirely on her features and every little nuiance that appeared as a result of her fluctuating emotions. Even though he wanted to pull her close and wrap her in the safety of his arms, he knew that now was not the best time to do; she needed to speak her mind freely without anything external affecting her thoughts. His hands briefly clenched into fists at the mention of the other bartender- memorizing his name and recollecting his face- before he relaxed and bit his inner lip to refrain from speaking in protest. Although he wanted her all to himself, he knew that she still had the right to have friends and associates.. unfortunately. Giovan did not know the best way to respond to her first few sentences, especially when he did not have friendships; all he had was familial connections.

``Rumors?`` he repeated, an amused smile slowly creeping onto his countenance. Truth be told, he was more than aware of the rumors regarding himself and, although he did not want Josephine to be truly aware of how true they all were, he knew it was better for her to know everything now than later. A heavy sigh escaped him as he leaned back on his right hand, shifting his alternate one to reach for her own and intertwine them together. He wanted her to understand what she was truly getting into, so he had to be honest. ``I don`t believe it is, but only as long as you are aware of what you are getting into. I am a dangerous man, Josephine, and, even if it pains me to say it or even acknowledge it, I can not prevent something terrible from happening to you.``

Giovan suddenly felt vulnerable and it showed in his incredibly relaxed demeanor, the slight frown on his face conveying his displeasure and uncertainty. He tightened his grip on her hand before he withdrew and placed it limply within his lap, hazel eyes darting to peer up at the ceiling instead of her gorgeous features. He spoke again, his voice commanding and almost devoid of the warmth it had held moments prior: ``The rumors.. The majority of them are true. I show no mercy to everyone, whether they be guilty or innocent. I care only for myself and could care less about the loved ones of the people I kill. You must understand that this side of me- the one reserved solely for you- is only a fraction of my true self.``