𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 by A.P.Mary

18.

"Problems in paradise, Ant?" She reaches for a glass, and I see her shaking her head.

"Nah, me and Luna are perfectly fine; what I'm not fine with is something else." I nod my head to make her continue, and she puts the glass on her lips and said, "Daddy dearest died."

My jaw drops, and I take a good drink. "I don't understand; you hated him; why are you mourning?" She looks at her fingers and starts fidgeting.

"I don't know, I still feel like shit, but at the same time I'm glad he's dead." She takes a deep breath and puts her head in her hands. "I'm not even ready to be an heir to that rat hole of a company." Now I'm the one drinking

"Heir?" She nods, and suddenly my day couldn't get better "Ant, you could be leading a whole Bosnian company to ally with us and fucking rule everything; are you mental?" She raises her eyes to mine and then breaks down, crying.

"I don't want this life, Angelo." She starts sobbing uncontrollably, and I walk around the bar to take her into a hug. I feel her throat struggling to breathe, and I slowly caress her back as my shoulder is slowly getting soaked by salty tears.

"You won't have to be one of us; we are family, and I won't let anyone hurt you." I start thinking, and suddenly I get an idea: "Hear me out; what if you transfer the power to us? You'll be getting all the profit but never needing to put your face on anything," she says, shaking her head.

"Since the rivalry with you was basically a ban, you cannot get anything other than my hand in marriage; same shit with all Italian organizations." She wipes her tears on the back of her hand.

"What about French people?"

~

I go towards my room. I go to close the door, but something attracts my attention on my bed.

 What the fuck does she think she's doing here? 

Her hair is still wet, and her large t-shirt with pajama pants is really throwing me off.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice is firm, and it actually surprised me. I walk towards her, but she doesn't flinch. "What do you really want from me?" I see her eyes closing as thunder strikes. Now she's shaking like a leaf.

"I should be asking that. Are you scared of thunders?" I get closer to where she is. She still trembles as she repeats herself, but I just look at her. "I want you, Mave," she says, looking at me with a snarl, and I continue, "I can't wait to put a bullet in my brother's brain, and when you do what I want, then I'll kill you quickly, so you won't feel a thing, sleeping peacefully for eternity." I lower myself down facing her, and as we both stare at each other, she slaps me as hard as she can.

An even louder thunder breaks in, and she's terrified, shaking uncontrollably. I find myself loving seeing her in such pain. She starts crying, and I cannot resist anymore. I grab the back of her neck and smash my lips on hers. She fights me, and I release her, and she slowly mutters, "Why do you even bother touching something you plan on killing?" I smile at her as sweetly as I could

"Because let me tell you something" she looks at me furiously "Gabriele speaks too much inside my brain, and he's so annoying, I have to shut him somehow." I smile. My words cut deeply into her, and she looks even more furious. I caress her head as my hand moves away from the back of her neck, and she stiffens even more. I love seeing her like this, and I hate myself for telling her.

This time she locks her eyes with mine, and she slowly kisses me, and suddenly my nerves falter, and I drop to my knees. I start kissing her, and her tears go in between our lips. I get up and lay her down on my bed , keeping her legs wrapped around me. I won't touch her tonight.

Our tongues caress each other slowly, and we are both mentally drained. I slide my hands onto her back, but she arches it, extending them away from her. I falter and see her sudden anger appear on her face. I take her by the back of the neck and seat her, and I turn her on her chest, holding tight her wrists with my hands. I raise her shirt up just to see deep cuts all around her back.

I suddenly noticed her sobbing from underneath me. I don't think twice and lower myself to them, observing them, inch by inch. They are cuts, they are scratches, they are probably burns too. I softly touch each line with my lips. She gasps, and I continue to kiss her back gently, and suddenly I feel her softening under my touch. As she's distracted, I grab her by the neck and whisper right into her ear.

"You may control a human only through his weaknesses. Every man has sins, but one hides them better than another. To make it easier for them to rise, look for their weakness, make them feel empty, and then you can do whatever you want with them". I watch as her eyes harden and darken, then I release her while adjusting her shirt back down.

I take her to make her rise to her feet, and before letting her go, my arms go around her, and I kiss her neck softly as thunder breaks down, shaking us slightly. But this time, she doesn't flinch.

I distance myself from her. The air is suddenly cut off, as if I'm in between space and time, into the middle of the universe. My brain is collapsing, and I can't bear any more of her presence.

"Your friend is here." She catches what I just said, and her eyes sparkle. I feel as if she demands that I take her to the Dolé woman. I get up and go towards my wardrobe, getting a larger shirt to wear to sleep with "You may not enter this room without telling me again." I slide my current shirt off and put on another one, and she hasn't breathed a single word since I told her about the presence of her friend.

My phone rings, showing Iuliano's name on the screen.

"Sbrigati Gi, abbiamo un problema" [hurry up downstairs, we have a problem] Couldn't he say this before I changed myself?

"I need to go; make yourself comfortable." I lock the window and exit the room, locking it on my way out. I arrive at the dungeons, and I see her—a mad woman stabbing a security guard with her own weapon. She's put behind glass for interrogation, but no one dares cross the barrier.

"We don't know how she got away; wait, sir, what are you doing?" I open the door and go towards her. She walks from the man towards me, and for two inches, I manage to dodge that. We started going in circles; she looked like a furious lioness, and I surely admired her agility.