❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
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(TW: Blood and Miscarriage )
V A L E R I U S ' S P O V:
It has been three weeks since I have had proper sleep. Since I last touched Shira and felt the everlasting desire of having her body pressed against mine like velcro. I have been in and out of the house like a bee, arriving late at night and waking back up early again. Not once did Shira question where I have gone but the dull look on her face shows her curiosity.
Each day flies fast and I am excited yet I must conceal it. I want everything to be memorable and top-notched so that when I look at Shira's eyes sparkle then I know that I have claimed her mine forever. Her proposal should be the best.
It's night and the moon is curtseying its grace on Shira's face. Her back is towards me and I just took a moment to look at how alone she looks. Her long arms are spread out in front of her as mine aren't there to wrap around hers and keep her protected. The covers are tightly wrapped around her as my body hasn't been there to keep her warm.
My little bean. I haven't spent time talking to my baby, asking how much I love him or her every day, yet, I do make the effort to know that I am there. Guilt. Pain. Is this what it feels like to be away from the ones you love?
Sneaking in behind her, I can feel the cold air radiate from her. My mind pulses and I instantly wrap my hands around her. I recite my unspoken forgiveness with kisses as my prayer. Each kiss begged for forgiveness. My hand taped themselves to the home of my little bean and each stroke of my finger begged for their forgiveness too.
Soon morning will rise and I will be gone again, leaving Shira to reminisce our lost passion in every corner of the house. I wish she can forgive me. I wish she doesn't look at me with those doe eyes that seem to persuade me in an unspoken language that will have me crawling back to her, that will have me on my knees begging for mercy. Just begging.
Shira loosens up and her body awakens. "Val?" Her voice, Dio, I missed the harmony of her voice, the way her voice tricks you into doing the most fucked up shit. "Amore, I'm here, sleep." My lips press against her exposed collar bone, her skin still cold as ice. "I love you, you know that right?" Hesitation, my amore questioned her love for me?
The question held so much pain, so much loneliness that whispered I was the traitor. I was to blame and I agreed. She thought I was with another woman. A woman other than her. The thought of that made my stomach twist with nausea.
"Amore, don't think of anything as such, please, you will break me. I love you and it is you who I will always love." Gently, rolling her body around, I notice Shira's eyes become glass. "Please, don't think that please." My arms wrapped around her and I kissed her head, lingering my kiss.
