𝐑𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 ✓

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲

     "You know I don't speak Italian, Marco." A finger separated our lips from one another, quiet laughter leaving his mouth as he watched me lose a battle with myself.

      "I'll teach it to you Il mio amore.." Before more words were allowed to escape my lips he connected ours together, nothing other than beating wings of the butterflies in my stomach daring to make any sounds. It felt like eternity, sitting there with our lips intertwined in each others.

     We were both so busy with ourselves we didn't hear the door open, or the struggling behind us. "What the fuck are you two doing?" Our lips quickly parted, showing us two girls standing in our doorway. Aurora had Naomi by the back of the shirt like a dog, whereas Naomi looked as though she was going to lunge in our direction the second she was released. She reminded me of my Abuela's Cupcake. "Are you kissing him? God Elvira, when was the last time you took your anti-psychotics?"

     "Does she look like she's taken her meds?" The back of Aurora's hand was brought against Naomi's head quickly, a loud noise coming out of the impact. "Shut up and leave them be. Sorry Marco, she's like a fucking gremlin. I need to put her on a leash and lead her around." Naomi turned her head to Aurora, raising her hand to hit her. Aurora stood roughly a foot taller than Naomi, so the audacity of Naomi to even attempt a hit on her was quite foolish. Aurora grabbed her hand, twisting it behind her back and bending over so that her mouth was at Naomi's ears. Whatever she said turned Naomi a bright shade of red, her cheeks darkening in either embarrassment or arousing thoughts. "We ought to be going Now, right Naomi?"

     "Yes Ma'am."

     "Good girl." Aurora released her hold on her hand, turning to the both of us. "Get off the floor, pig" In that moment one might have confused Aurora as the Mafia boss rather than Marco. Truthfully I would have liked to see her in the role. Perhaps I wouldn't be in the position I was in currently if she had been.

      "Come on," Marco stood and brushed off his knees once the girls left the room, offering me  hand of his to take. After rejecting his hand I stood on my own, breathing in a deep breath.. "Elvira?" He called, reaching a hand out to touch my shoulder.

      "Hm?" My thoughts were clouded, complicated. Truthfully I knew what I felt, but putting it into words seemed impossible. Did I truly love Marco, or was it nothing more than a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. Perhaps I only thought I loved him, perhaps I..

     "Why don't we start talking about the wedding?" My attention turned back to the now, eyes wide with both shock and fear. Marriage felt permanent, and the last thing I wanted to do was tattoo Marco Russo on my forehead.

      "In your dreams, Russo." He laughed, quickly catching on that it was out of the question. The prick definitely knew how to press my buttons, but at least he gave me leeway when I needed it.

Both of his arms raised above his head, his back arching as if to stretch. "Will you ever Marry me? You said you loved me, yet you won't marry me."

"I say a lot of things Marco. Just saying that I love you doesn't mean I'm ready to marry you." Perhaps I could use this to my advantage, though if I did love him would I truly want to leave? Rationally there was no place in the world that he wouldn't find me at, even in buttfuck nowhere, Marco would manage to uncover me.

"I'll only keep asking you until you say yes."

"And I'll only keep saying no."

He let out a dramatic groan, throwing his arms into the air and letting them fall back down. "Why are you always such a pain, Micetta? All I want to do is throw you a huge wedding while I'm still alive, have children to carry on the Russo legacy."

"Firstly, you're like what, thirty? Secondly, I don't want children Marco." I couldn't have children, of course he didn't know that.

"You don't want children? Why not? Wouldn't you just love little Elviras and Marcos running around?" He flashed a pearly smile, little canines mimicking fangs.

"I made that pretty clear by saying I didn't want kids, didn't I? I think one of me is more than enough, and the world might explode if there is another you." Marco laughed, pulling me in by my waist. His hand rested above my bum, his thumb in the dip of my lower back.

A pout formed on his face, overtaking the joking smile he had been keeping plastered across his olive skin. "You wouldn't want another me?" He knew I wouldn't, no couldn't, handle another him. I don't know anyone who possibly could.

"Marco, no one in their right mind would want another you."

↽———⋆♥︎⋆———⇁
song- I miss having sex but at least I don't want to die anymore - Waterparks

You all were rather pressed with last chapters cliff hanger, sorry about that
(Not really)
So here's an early update

Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?