She Devil | ✔︎

Fifty-six.

We've arrived in Maldives. I assumed he was going to take me to a nice dinner or something, but instead he whisked me away to another nation.

Right now, we're driving. He's been holding my hand The entire time, I'm still new to this, it's strange to feel affection from him, but if it's him, I'll adjust.

He didn't say where we were headed. If I had known we would be staying in the Maldives for five days, I would have packed more clothes.

He claims it's our break from the mafia nonsense. Despite the fact that I am not a mafia member, he is the leader of a mafia organization, and I'm a hitwoman which is ironic, isn't it?

I was intended to kill him, but instead I fell in love with him and became his best friend's best buddy. Never in a million years did I imagine my life would turn out this way.

However, I am content. And for the first time in a long time, I feel a tinge of joy. a sense of hope Perhaps not all nasty people are deserving of a tragic finish.

Maybe this is my chance to redeem myself. For the sake of us.

"What you're thinking about?" Kenji inquires, his thumb rubbing over my hand "Why didn't you inform me we were going to the Maldives, You know, I could've brought some more clothes." I responded.

"I've already packed clothes for us," he says with a smile and a shake of his head. How would I know if he doesn't tell me where we're going?

I step out of the car, allowing the fresh Maldives wind to strike me in the face as I inhale softly and exhale slowly; the place is breathtaking.

"This is paradise." I turn around facing Kenji. he watches me with he has his hands over his chest. I'd give anything to be able to picture this moment right now.

"Come on, let me show you the inside," he says as he pulls my hand to the door. We go inside, and the first thing I see is a little sitting room with couches and a television.

Right in front of it is a glass window that leads to the outside, where there is also a little pool and chairs. A kitchen is located to the side of the living room. It's not a big kitchen, but it's big enough for two people.

Finally, but certainly not least, there is a large room. This area appears to be taking up the majority of the beach house's space.

There is a large king bed with red roses and champagne on the bed, as well as a letter within. I set my handbag down and pick up the note to read.

"Enjoy your honeymoon lovers<3"

"Honeymoon?" I furrow my brows, confused; aren't honeymoons just for married people? They most likely mistook us.

"Hey babe, come take a look at this letter, it says honeymoon," I say as I turn around and gasp.

Kenji is kneeling in front of me, holding a box open. It's a ring. As I stand there transfixed, my heart rate begins to rise.

"I love the way you tell me you love me every morning, and I know you're the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can't picture growing old with anyone else, and I don't want to.

I know my life will never be complete without you by my side. Athena Vlad will you be my wife and the queen of my mafia?" He expresses himself.

I'm not sure when I started crying, but "no," I say with a shake of my head. "What do you mean no?" his smile fades as he stands up.

"No, you moron. I don't want to be with someone who isn't you for the rest of my life. I'm going to marry you." I chuckle while I sniffle. "Don't do that." He exhaled a sigh of relief as he held his heart.

Maybe time stopped when his lips met mine, but the flutter only intensified. My whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on mine as his arms wrapped around me felt nearly forbidden.

He pulled me in, claiming my mouth again, hungry and intense, until my knees gave in. By the time I became aware of my fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

His thumb was throbbing at the hollow of my neck, rubbing up and down, pulsing warmth as his tongue conquered the depths of my mouth, hungry, consuming, pulling me into the warmth of him as if he mastered the balance of gravity.

"So beautiful," he murmured against my swollen lips. And then he was kissing me again. The deep kind of kisses that left little room for thought. There was only feeling and wanting.

That was all. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, telling him what I wanted with my soft moans.

Someone clears their throat and I jump off Kenji quickly adjusting myself, "sorry um I just wanted to let you know that you're luggage is here." A young man says scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," Kenji says, clenching his teeth irritably. I give him a little smile and advise him to leave before Kenji can break his head by disrupting such a passionate encounter.

"So, where were we?" I say, trailing my palm down his chest. "Oh, and you can make the dinner reservation for tonight," He interrupts us once more. I'm irritated this time.

"Thank you Jasper," I say, looking at his name tag. "Close the door behind you." I react by glaring at him, and he nods as he closes the door and walks away.

"Why don't you tour me around the island?" I say to Kenji, who looks like he's about to bust out laughing but is holding it in.

"ovviamente amore mio, qualsiasi cosa per te," he says with his native tongue, "che signore!" I exclaim holding my heart.

Translate: of course my love anything for you.
Translate: what a gentleman!