TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING/ALCOHOL
BLOOD
"I've missed you." Lira smiled as she gazed into my eyes. I held her on my lap, feeling up her ass. My eyes travelled up to meet her gaze and I smiled, my heart beginning to race. "I've missed you too."
It had been a few weeks since we last saw each other. Lira had been busy in Albania with Admir and I had been busy with work in Italy. Work wasn't too troublesome because I had others to work for me. I just needed to know what was going on and how well. Maybe I did beat some sense into a few men and kill a few more of James' men who came after me. Lira told me of what she did, training men, torturing men and fucking men. I rolled my eyes at the last statement knowing it wasn't true.
She rubbed my stubbled cheek with her thumb. "I can't wait to land...I don't feel like I'm jet lagged." She smiled showing off her cute dimples. "That's strange. Are you feeling all right?" I teased as I leaned back into the seat. "Maybe I'm not. Kiss me better." She smirked. And that's what I did. I leaned in, holding onto the back of her head and kissed her. Her lips moved with mine. Our eyes closed. Our hands all over each other. I fucking love her.
As soon as the plane landed in Fiji, it was clear as day to see that Lira was indeed not jet lagged at all. It was a short flight but maybe she was excited. We booked into a hotel, a stunning five star with pools and palm trees all around. It felt so much calmer here. As if time stopped just for us. As if I wasn't a Mafia boss anymore. Just an ordinary man. That didn't mean I let my guard down. Anything could happen at anytime.
I got changed into shorts with sunglasses in hand. I left my phone to charge on the nightstand beside the bed and I even left my gun. Sergio was with us so it didn't matter and besides, I didn't need a gun to deal with someone. I looked out of the balcony, my hands resting on the warm concrete barrier. I looked out to see clear water for miles and golden sand. "Are you ready?" I asked Lira. I didn't receive a response. Before I could turn around and find her, I heard giggling below the balcony.
"Hurry up bitch." Lira laughed as she jogged down the steps and towards the beach. I chuckled and followed after her. Nothing beats the feeling of soft warm sand between your toes. There wasn't a breeze, it was just comfortably warm. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore was like music as well as the birds in the clear sunny sky. There wasn't anyone around at the private beach we were at which was just perfect. Just me and her. Sergio was here too but I didn't count him. Lira had also brought a guard with her, one of the men she had trained.
She walked over to the two sun beds which had been set up for us. I stopped a few feet away from her and watched her pull out her hair tie, her wavy hair falling beside her. "Is that my T-shirt?" I asked as I noticed the white T-shirt she had on. She nodded. "Yep." She looked down at her sun bed and picked up the white towel, placing it on the end. She turned the other way and slowly pulled off the T-shirt, showing off her body in that fucking hot white bikini.
She turned towards me, with a small smile and tossed the shirt at me. I caught it and gazed at her tanned toned self. "You can have it." She grinned and sat down on the sun bed. I chuckled and sat down onto my sun bed. A waiter came over and served us with some drinks. Cocktails to be precise, the ones with the little pink umbrellas and sugar around the rims.
"Mmm this is good." I spoke after I took a a sip of my cocktail which had a pineapple base. "Let me try." She held out a hand and I gave her my glass. She sipped it and licked her lips. "It's good." She handed it back to me and I took another sip from the clear straw. She sipped on her own and sighed. "Go on then try it." She held it out for me and I leaned over and took a sip from the straw. I slowly grasped it out of her hand. It was alcohol mixed with mango. Fucking delicious. No wonder she wouldn't let me try it. I took another long sip.
"Stop! Enzo! Stop! Give it to me." She laughed as she tried to take the drink off me. I stood up and held it up in the air, away from her reach. She tried to jump up and I accidentally tripped. The drink fell from my hand and splashed onto the sand. I also fell onto my ass but I couldn't help but laugh. "Enzo. That was a nice fucking drink. Why are you like this?" She frowned at me with her hands on her hips. She looked down at the drink which was being soaked up by the sand.
I held out a hand and she sighed, pulling me up. "You're lucky I like you." She smiled as I pulled her into me. I held onto her waist and smiled. "I thought you loved me." I felt her hands travel up my back. "A little tiny bit. Go order some more drinks and maybe." She ran a finger across my chest. "Maybe we'll have some time alone. Just me and you. Some wine. Some music. And then." She smiled as she looked at my lips.
"And then?" I teased my hands down her waist. "And then maybe our clothes will magically disappear and who knows what will happen then." She continued. I squeezed her ass and she gasped. She pushed away from me and sat down onto her sun bed. "But first, I want to get tanned." She smiled as she pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. She rubbed it over her arms, her legs and her stomach. I also rubbed myself with it with Lira helping me with my back.
The waiter had come back with some more drinks and placed them onto the little table for us. "I don't understand why you like pineapple on pizza. I thought you were Italian." She furrowed her brows at me as she watched me sip on a drink. "Ah well don't tell anyone then. They'll have my head." I chuckled. She tossed the sunscreen at me and I caught it with my free hand.
"And we can't have that now can we. You're a weirdo but you're my weirdo." She smiled. She looked so fucking gorgeous with no makeup. "Is that a compliment?" I chuckled as I looked down a the sunscreen in my hand. She hummed. "Yes." I looked up to see her pull the string of the back of her bikini, taking it off completely. She tossed it to the end of the bed and then she lay onto her front, pulling her hair to one side to expose her back.
"Do you mind?" She smiled with closed eyes. She had her arms crossed holding her head on them. "Do I mind? Do you think I would mind putting sunscreen on the hottest girl in the world?" I chuckled as I sat down beside her legs. Clicking open the bottle, I slowly let the cream dribble onto her back. She jerked upon feeling the coldness of the cream touch her skin. "Enzo." She sighed and I'm sure she was rolling her eyes.
I rubbed the cream into her back, giving her a massage as well. I may have looked at her ass a few times. "I have a question for you." She spoke up as I lay onto my bed and put on my sunglasses. "Right. I get scared when you say that instead of just asking it." I replied to her. "Shut up. It's a bit embarrassing and I want to feel comfortable with you...so would you wax my ass?" She asked trying to contain a snigger.
I turned to look at her and she was pointing her phone at me. "For fucks sake. I've seen that on tik tok...but yes I think I wouldn't mind. You know as long as I get rewarded afterwards." I smiled and looked back up at the sky. "And what kind of reward would that be?" She asked. "A new girlfriend." I bit the inside of my cheek trying not to laugh. She turned her phone off. "Ha ha very funny."
By the evening, we had dinner and went for a walk. We arrived back at the hotel, Lira immediately went to the bathroom and I took some time to call Raf who was dealing with some business. I lay on the bed, in just my boxers now looking up as I talked to him. Everything was going fine on his end. I turned the phone off when I saw her walk out of the bathroom. She was now wearing my T-shirt again and she seemed a bit downcast.
"What's wrong?" I asked her as she walked over to the bed. She sat down and held her knees to her chest. "Cramps." She mumbled with her head down. "Oh, well can I help? Do you want anything?" I asked her as I sat upright. She shook her head and sighed heavily. "Some food? I could get you those little sour candies that you like." I shuffled closer to her and looked down at her bare legs.
"No." She muttered. "A movie then?" I tried to figure out how to help her. She shook her head and lay down. I lay down beside her, our bodies being comforted by the soft sheets. My fingers ran calm gentle circles down her arm. "Do you want to have sex?" I asked after a while. She looked at me her eyes narrowed and piercing. "What the fuck? I'm literally bleeding here and I'm in a monumental amount of discomfort. I feel like I'm being stabbed over and over and you want to have sex." She stared at me. Oh shit, I'd better think of my next words wisely.
"Uh I meant that it would help, wouldn't it?" I fumbled with my words. She narrowed her eyes at me. "There's a fuck load of blood." She said as she nestled closer to me. "I don't mind." I smiled to myself. I'd want any excuse to fuck her. She hummed and hugged me. "Can we just stay like this?"
Our legs were tangled together, her head rested beside my chest, her arm being over it. I held her in my arm and slowly massaged her stomach. She said that's the one thing that could help. "I should be feeling better tomorrow. I'd hate to ruin our holiday." She said quietly.
"You haven't ruined anything. We can stay here as long as we like. And we can do whatever you like. If you don't want to eat, we won't eat. If you don't want to watch a movie, we won't. If you never want to have sex, we won't." I replied quietly. She chuckled lightly. "Stop it. You're lucky I haven't sworn at you."
"I believe you have. I've lost count." I chuckled and felt her rub my chest. "Says the man who swears all the time." She chuckled and looked up at me. "I like your chest hair. Never shave it." She smiled as her hand felt up every inch of me, not that I minded. "I like your moustache." I grinned back. She chuckled before groaning.
"Actually I think I'd like some ice cream." She sighed as she held a hand to her forehead. "Pistachio." I stated. She nodded her head. "And can-" She stated before I cut her off. "I get the expensive stuff and not the cheap shitty tasting stuff. Yes I can." I smiled and picked up my phone. A hotel worker was about to go on an errand.
"You're so good to me. I never thought there were men like you." She said softly. "Men like what?" I asked her with furrowed brows not knowing what she meant. "Well you're thoughtful. Kind. Polite. Well spoken. You'd never force me to do anything I wouldn't want to do. You have fun with me, be dangerous with me, smoke with me. You tell me off if I need a telling off. And you just understand me...You know it's funny, I've never believed in soulmates but I feel like you are mine." She smiled with her eyes looking at me. She held up a finger. "Do not make a ridiculous joke right now. I've just poured my heart out."
"I wasn't going to make a joke bitch." I smirked making her chuckle. I so was and she was right, swearing was our thing.
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Okay so now I really want pistachio ice cream and I want the expensive stuff but I am poor and also there's literally zero shops near me that sell pistachio ice cream so I wanna die now you have no idea I would kill someone to eat a spoonful of pistachio ice cream can you tell how much I love pistachio ice cream PLEASEEEEEE someone get me pistachio ice cream I'm having a mental breakdown rn
Andddd cue the cute lovey dovey chapter 🥰🥰
My favourite type
It is so fucking hard to write decent conversations between characters because A I don't know what they'll say and B I'm shit at conversations in real life so I hope it was entertaining
