Im here with 50% of my men - not because I don't have them - but because I don't need all of them.
He may have found a weak spot within me, but he doesn't have a weak 'spot' he is just weak.
my fucking older brother took my wife. Hes reckless.
Theres a man infront of me, blocking the door from my wife. I need to see her, but im contemplating this.
I need to apologise but im not ready. I take a quiet breath, then I lunged forward and grabbed him into the headlock, pushing my way into the room withholding me from elizabeth, and she just mutters words in different languages, russian, spanish, english, french, italian after seeing me. Whats the word to call her? international? Im not sure, but her tan skin and dark hair show she is italian, so im afraid I definitely cannot explain it.
The man I'm holding must not be very fond of the fact I'm gripping him, so he attempts to stab me.
He tried to stab me?
That's not very sportsman like now, is it?
I cut along his neck, pushing further and further in until he croaks for air. His eyes drain of colour and he loses all emotion in his face. Then, to make sure he's dead, I lift his shirt to reveal his only just visible abs, then cut along where his abs should be, then I drive the small knife through his heart, twisting the handle when the blade is fully inside his limp body. (bizkit)
I don't care who hurts Elizabeth, ill kill them.
I'm afraid one day I'll drive the knife into my own heart, though.
elizabeth says something, but I can't understand it. Its almost like she didn't want me to hear it in a way.
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" ive decided to move you into my room again." I say, looking at her slightly. She seems so... annoyed? I dont know, but the air is thick, and the tension seems to be increasing rapidly.
She walks up to me, in my office, and bends over the desk, making me lean back.
She flashes me an innocent look, as if she's not about to do something.
"Oh yeah?" she says, keeping her hand on the desk. She walks around to me,
She laughs and leans forward and places a gentle peck on my lips.
"Thank you for saving me, I almost thought you wouldn't." I can't reply to that. Plus, i figured it would be better not to tell her Romano was my brother. I could make it as if he had never even ever existed.
Placing my hand on her jaw, our lips move in sync.
Casting one more spark in between us both.
It's like we are / never was fighting.
I pull away from the kiss, but unexpectedly, she leans forward and re-lights our spark.
She moans lightly, signalling for me to push my tongue in her mouth. Our tongues fight for dominance. I feel the heat radiating between us. it's enough to cast butterflies in my stomach - god, who am I? Getting butterflies for a girl?
Picking her up, I rest her legs on my hips and pin her against the wall, not breaking our connection.
It feels like the first time I ever kissed her. powerful yet so powerless at the same time.
No words made by man can explain how much I love her.
how much I cherish her.
how much I'd give her.
how much she deserves.
how much I'll ever want her.
I love her so much im afraid, afraid of what love makes people capable of.
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Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3 (Completed)
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