Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3 (Completed)

VII 》D O B E T T E R

I snatched the book off of her. Is this personal? I usher her away and begin reading - its fucking depressing.

I walk towards my office, book still inhand, I push through the doors of my office, until an annoying voice sparks up.

I look up for a split second, seeing if its worth it, before quickly changing my attention to the book once again.

"Vallieeeee im boreddd" Ruby squeaks.

"Shut the fuck up and get out you fucking whore im busy" I snap, I can't deal with absolute bimbos- thank god my wife isn't as stupid and dumb as this.

On the term of my wife - why the fuck has she wrote this?

my stomach dropped when I read this, it became a botttomless pit,

How could someone so breathtaking do such things to themselves?

I dont know what to feel about this - me and her aren't close, but my heart yearns to be.

I will find who caused her such hurt.

he will suffer. he will feel the fucking pain.

I placed the book down on my desk, grimacing at the fact she couldn't talk to me about how she feels - anyone for that matter.

I hold my head in my hands, pinching the bridge of my nose - I need to talk to her. We aren't on good terms I think - well she looked uncomfortable but she is weird about killing people, its strange.

Who from the mafia is still wary about killing?

I stand from my chair, open the office doors and walk towards our door, pushing past my old whore. Before entering, I ponder to myself, should I knock? what if shes mad? what if shes not there? Lighting a cigarette to prepare for practically the worse conversation of my life - even worse than the birds and bees talk with my mother, after I got a girl pregnant.

I think I truly loved her. However my father didnt care, he just killed her.

Stephanie. Stephanie was her name, she was gorgeous. I used to look into her eyes and want to have a future, of course, I got something on the lines of that. Because I get everything I want.

And I want Elizabeth. I want to love her-

body.

Every single fucking inch, millimetre and every centimetre, I want her to realise she will always be mine. I want her to look at me with love and lust, rather than hatred.

I wont deny it.

I want her.

I close my eyes for a second before entering the room, I see her asleep, peacefully. It reminded me of earlier when she was asleep, and I couldn't help but just look at her.

She has no idea what men would do to her when Im not here, which is why im here to guard her with my fucking life.

I will make sure nothing will ever hurt her ever again- unless it's me who kills her in the end...

I sit beside her, before gently saying her name.

"Elizabeth."

She flutters her eyelashes at me, before sitting up in her little tank top and shorts. I stop my eyes from peering to her breasts, the last thing we need in this conversation is for her to be uncomfortable.

"We need to talk," I say in a soft tone, worry immediately floods through her eyes, I take a deep breath before opening my mouth again.

"I found the notebook, birdie." She just stares at me wide-eyed. Her eyes began to tear up.

"Oh. Im sorry. I didn't mean for you to find it - im sorry to be a bur -"

"You could never be a burden to me," I mutter, but she seems to have heard me.

She begins to sob before hiding her face in her knees.

All I can do is hold her.

I didn't grow up with care.

I wish I could comfort her properly.

I squeeze her tight in my arms, hoping she will feel safe.

Would she?