Mafia princess

Chapter 79: Heirlooms

"Are you ok Sienna?" Dominico's voice embarks from behind.

Um sir, now I am.
STOP IT. STOP IT SIENNA.

"Yes, I'm...ok." I stutter the last fragment of the sentence trying to convince myself of the lies I am telling him.

"Still a terrible liar." He smirks sitting himself down on the edge of the bed watching me grow frustrated at my thoughts.

"What the fuck do I say when I see her?" I ask running a hand through my frizzy hair.

"How about a simple, go fuck yourself." He jokes. Ok, that wasn't a joke.

"You know it seems like I'm so confident now yet I know that when I see her all of that pride is going to fuck me over." I groan agitated.

"I believe it will be the exact opposite cara." He begins and I shoot him a look of confusion.
"There so much darkness in you and that's not a bad thing, you just have to let it out the right way." He explains.

"What if it takes over me and I loose every bit of sanity that I have left?" I groan frustrated.

He grips my hand in the heat of the moment and pulls me closer to him "you know I would never let that happen and if it does, I'd always pull you out of it."

I bury my head into his chest to gain an ounce of safety. The patterned rhythm of his heart gave me peace and reassurance.
"You're the only person in the world that makes me feel alive."

"My black soul makes you feel alive?" He questions smirking.

"Just a little." I burrow under his touch some more as I feel his grip tighten almost keeping guard of me.

We break loose momentarily and I fall back on the bed taking in my entire life as it implodes on me.
I list everything in my head, from my mother 'dying' to loosing my baby. Even the good bits seem to come with consequences. I was granted with love that I had never felt before but loving him came with every type of pain you could imagine.
I still loved him. I'll always love him.

"Dom." I turn my head noticing him changing out of his dress shirt and into a hoodie.
That tattoo calls for my curiosity again.

He mumbles ushering me to speak.
"What does it mean? The tattoo." I question once again.

"I thought I told you to drop that. You are not going to like the answer." He bluntly assured me.

"What I don't like is being left in the dark and I recognise that saying, 'fallen light', Dominico you didn't just drop a fucking candle what the fuck does in mean?" I urge for answers.

"Not today. I'll tell you, just not today." He sighs in despair.
I gave in at that point, I was willing to accept his reasoning with the terms that perhaps right now isn't the best time to learn something new.

"Sienna, I'm not going to try and convince you otherwise but do you really think you are ready?" He pushes.

"Probably not but fuck it." I chuckle and he shakes his head though I see a smirk.

"Well if you freeze up, I'll still pull the trigger on that bitch." He so nonchalantly says.

"Oh trust me, I know."

"You should get some rest." He brushes a hand through my hair before gripping it and marking my forehead with a kiss.
"Sleep peacefully."

I roll my eyes turning towards him, "ok now that you told me to sleep peacefully I am going to have a psychotic dream of Diego chasing me with a samurai sword."

"Hasn't that already happened in real life?" He raises his eyebrow at me.

Of course it has.

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