hello my lovelies,
I hope you had a great day today and if not, I promise you there will be better times.
Sorry for the long wait...
Have fun reading and always remember that you are amazing and enough.
I love you, bye.
Amara Thorne
The cold wind hits my face and every moment more rain drops flow down my arms and face. Water-based paints are forming on the floor of the narrow and humble street and my shoes are already ruined because of the mud that is splattered over my heels. My dress is nearly soaked, clinging to my skin, what causes my lace bra too be visible through the thin fabric.
I am slightly shivering because of the low temperature and goosebumps are all over my body. I am standing here with my back facing the car, my skin pressing against the side mirror of my Rolls-Royce, sending a pain, that I try to ignore through my spine.
Normally I would hate being here like this and freezing my ass off but right now I couldn't care less.
I cross my arms and put my gaze on the man who is leaning against the wall in front of me but I can barely see him through the shadow that is thrown over his tall frame, so I push myself away from the car and take a few steps forward, so I am close enough to take all of his masculine features in.
My eyes immediately travel to the man's dark curly hair that he has styled and his strong jaw and cheekbones. A grin spreads over the male's face as he lets his gaze wander over me. The assassin lifts the cigarette that he holds between his index and middle finger to his full lips and takes a drag, slowly inhaling the smoke.
He is completely dressed in black but instead of the outfit an assassin like him would normally wear for work, expensive slacks and a shirt cover his mascular body. The rolled up sleeves show off his tattoos that are on his fingers and arms. I cannot perceive the details because of the darkness but a street lamp gives us so much light that we can see good enough too look at each other closely.
His dark eyes are boring into mine as he blows the smoke out and runs his thumb over his lip before he puts one hand in his pocket to pull out a small silver box with his initials engraved.
He slowly takes a few controlled steps towards me, his huge frame now towering over me, still having a grin on his face. Only now I notice his little freckles on his nose that are barely visible because of his tanned skin.
He is so fucking hot.
I nearly haven't recognized him but his unforgettable dark brown eyes helped me acknowledging him.
"Happy to see me?", Darius Martinelli asks me sarcastically, ignoring the words I have said before, while he holds out his hand, signalizing me that I can take a cigarette.
I let out a chuckle and grab one putting it to my lips.
"I would be if you were not here because of Adriano.", I say, stepping closer, now looking up to him, the cigarette still between my lips.
"I wouldn't have to be here if you would not have run away.", he answers, his beautiful Italian accent sounding through every word.
Darius pulls now also a silver lighter out of his pocket and holds it to my mouth, lightning on my cigarette.
The smoke fills my lungs and I enjoy the initially uncomfortable feeling. I usually don't smoke, but the last days were so exhausting that I really needed this.
"Yes, but where's the fun if you stick to the rules?", I reply.
Darius let's out a deep chuckle and takes another puff.
I wander my gaze over his tattooed hands and discover the rings that adorn his hand. however, only the big silver one with the engraved C attracts my attention.
"Since when?", I ask, still focusing on the metal, sounding a little upset.
"How long have you been an official member of the Sicilian Mafia?", I continue after a few seconds of silence.
I hear Darius letting out a breath and I turn my gaze away from his hands and look into his face.
"It is not how you think it is...", he answers, sounding like he would be genuinely sorry.
I let out a laugh while shaking my head.
Is this a fucking joke to him?
Darius gives me a confused look and raises one eyebrow.
"Really? It is not how you think it is? That sounds like a sentence you would say to your high school girlfriend if she finds out that you are cheating.", I answer, while rolling my eyes.
What happened to him?
He has always stood behind his decisions.
"I mean it. You always knew that I am faithful towards Adriano and the Sicilian Mafia. This is just a way to show it. Nothing has changed and he knows that. I work for him but I am still not part of the Mafia and I never will be. I am an ally and nothing more what means that I won't work against him but also not only for him. I am the best assassin in this fucking world and I can do whatever the hell I want.", he says, sounding confident.
"You know me, Amara. Only because I do not dare to disrespect him he doesn't control me. Of course he could try it but he needs me as much as I need him and Adriano wouldn't risk our relationship.", he continues.
For some reason my gut tells me he's not lying, so I decide to believe him, which enlightens me a little.
"Good because I haven't seen you in years but in this time I haven't once met a person who stands behind his decisions like you and if you start not giving a shit about your own believes I do not have a inner voice anymore who tells me to stand up for myself.", I clarify, telling him a half lie.
There is still one person who always reminds me that I am worth it but I just do not want to hear this voice inside my head anymore.
Still, it is true that Darius helped me in dark times without even being by my side.
This man deserves so much more.
Nobody should have the childhood he had especially not him.
Even though he is now standing in front of me and has a demeanor that makes you either worship or fear him, I still see the boy I once knew and was such a pure soul.
But at that time he was already too deeply entangled in this world, just I never wanted to admit it.
He was never allowed to be a child.
We all weren't.
It's only now that I'm realizing that I've never called Darius a friend. Neither in my head nor around Vivian or anyone else.
However, when I think about who he is and what he means to me, it would immediately come to my mind that he is my friend. But we haven't seen each other for so long and never spent time together in the last years so how could he be that for me and how could I be his friend?
Don't friends have to be the ones who are always by your side or is this just a metaphor? After all, my entire life I've had my enemies closer than the people I loved.
However, one has to keep in mind that these terms are not that different from one another.
We can never tell who our friend is and who our enemy so we have to be vigilant and hope that the people we'd jump in front of a bullet for aren't the ones behind the gun.
The assassin stubs his cigarette out and I can see the corner of his mouth rising slightly.
In our world you do not hear often that you are important to someone even if it is only indirect, so I know that these words just meant everything to Darius and I also feel this way about seeing him.
I flick my cigarette away and then look into his dark eyes, while crossing my arms over my chest.
"So? What are you going to do? Drag me into the car and bring me to Adriano so he can torture me for my misbehavior?", I ask, raising an eyebrow, the last word dripping with sarcasm.
"No, Amara. I have something else in my mind.", he says, grinning at me.
What?
I frown at the man and watch him passing me and walking to my car. Darius takes a key out of his pocket and opens it.
"Really, you have a key?", I ask, glaring at me.
"Of course I do.", he says, while opening the driver seat.
I feel stupid for believing he wouldn't have one.
"I won't get into the car without knowing what we will do!", I say.
"Really? Now you are scared? What could the worst thing possible be that I could to do you. I cannot kill you so there are only about a thousand ways to torture you and I think that would be a waste of time. It isn't fun if the other person enjoys the pain and I also think that we could use our time better.", he says, his grin getting even huger.
"Good point but you know that I am not scared of what you could do. I just like to be prepared so tell me what Adriano has planned.", I command.
"Adriano? He has nothing planned. He is gone for the next days and he told me to bring you back to the penthouse safe and that is exactly what I am gonna do. But he didn't say when I have to bring you back.", he replies.
"You want to break the rules?", I answer raising an eyebrow, smiling broadly.
"No, just bending them.", he answers.
"What do you have on your mind?"
"You are strong but even for you the time that will now come is going to be hard and I want you to remind you who you are without the Mafia", he explains.
"There is no me without the Mafia!", I reply.
"Are you so sure about that because I see that completely different.", Darius says, giving me a little smile.
"Your family's business is nothing without you and there are no other heirs so you are the future but you are definitely not nothing without the Mafia. The business needs you not the other way around.", he continues.
I let out a breath and look him deep into his eyes, searching for something that tells me he doesn't believe in what he has just said.
"If he finds out he will torture us both.", I finally say, giving in.
"Good that he won't. So, are you in or should I drive you back to the penthouse", he asks.
"I drive.", I clarify and the man steps aside, smiling at me.
"I would be disappointed if you wouldn't", he answers while I get into the car.
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