His Mafia Bride
I love his arms around me. They make me feel safe and loved.
That is, until I see what he does with his hands and then I run for it.
I left him in the dead of night, cut all contact with him. But I know he's out there, looking for me.
I chase her through halls of the mansion, as she wears a bed sheet. She laughs, as I chase her. I love the way she laughs, it does things to me.
Catching her, she smiles up at me. "Do you love me?"
"What sort of question is that?" I ask her, before kissing her and showing her how much, I truly love her.
I thought we were happy, but that changed, when she seen me do the one thing, I promised I would never do in front of her eyes. I killed a man, with the hands that have touched her.
But now, she runs from me and I don't blame her. But my little mouse, will come back home.