Diavolo

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SILVIO

        I was so far gone for this woman. Jesus Christ, she had found a way to get in my brain and brought out the monster I had tried to hide.

I didn't know what the fuck had gotten into me but I knew when I saw her trembling underneath the fucker, the logical side of my brain was flipped off and I was acting on pure emotion.

I'd promised myself tonight I wouldn't think about her. I wouldn't even think about how Octavius had fucked me over and given me an apartment right next to her when I'd asked him to look for a house.

He did it on purpose, I knew it. He believed I needed to stop driving her away but I couldn't do that. At least not while I was still a fumbling mess inside.

After I promised myself I wouldn't think about her, until she showed up right next to me looking all beautifully soft and gorgeous.

I'd blamed it on the knowledge of where she was going; it was because of that—I couldn't stop worrying about her. I counted the minutes and listened quietly for the jingling of her keys which would notify me when she got home.

After a while I succumbed to the demanding thoughts in my head and went to find her. To make sure she was safe, I told myself. I told myself it was only going to be a quick glimpse and then when she was safe, I would leave.

Lord knew I couldn't sleep at night if my heart was filled with memories of her safety.

It was utterly insane. The woman dominated most of my thoughts. No matter what I did, something always drew me back to her.

I wish I could have said I walked into the bar and saw that boy's hand gripped tightly around her wrist and the fear in those soft brown eyes. That I was protecting Finley's friend or at the very least, being an honorable man.

But it would be bullshit because I had already picked the knife from my knife sheath when the only information I knew was.. or I thought she was planning on fucking him when they were out for dinner. 

And as I stood there listening to their conversation and the way he was all over her despite her reluctance, I knew I was wrong.

And I was still going to kill him anyways.

Like I said, fucking utterly insane.

She'd stopped me from killing him—something I didn't know no one could do. Begged me with those soft brown eyes and forced me to stay in the car with her.

She held me, touched me with her soft hand, and rocked her body against mine until the thought of red ceased away.

I knew in that moment, this woman would be my ruin. If anyone touched a goddamn hair on her head, I would kill them all. Every single one of them.

I inhaled a deep breath relaxing against the seats as I commanded the steering wheel with a gloved hand, my gaze shifted towards the mirror. As an attempt to watch her.

She'd been a little too silent for a while now; I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Usually I had a habit of knowing what she was thinking because even though she confused me at times, her hatred for me was something I could always predict.