Wild Horses

A/n I'm a huge Rolling Stones fan and always use that to reason why I'm obsessed with Bucciarati 😅 Also this chapter is short but they get longer, I promise!

Bucciarati called Fugo and said "15 minutes" before hanging up. They had finished their meals without further interruption, unless you considered the EMTs who showed up to take the body away an interruption. Lira and Bucciarati stuck to small talk, mostly because anything serious that came up, Bucciarati would dismiss it with, "We can talk about that later."

Lira watched him put his phone away under the table. As a seamstress, she was pretty sure his pants didn't have any pockets, at least none that could house a Nokia brick phone. She wondered where he had put it when he suddenly said, "This is one of my favorite songs," as the first few notes of "Wild Horses" by the Rolling Stones started to play. He stood up and offered a hand to Lira, saying, "May I have this dance?" She blushed, knowing it was a dance-real-close slow song, but how could she say no to the gorgeous gangster. She took his hand and he guided her to join the other people on the dance floor.

Childhood living
is easy to do...

Mick Jagger's voice rang through the club as Lira put a hand on Bucciarati's shoulder and the other on his waist. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer with his hands on her back. She looked up to see his deep blue eyes softly gazing back at her. "I just want to be normal for 5 minutes," he slowly whispered in her ear.

Lira's heart cracked. How could such a beautiful yet tough man harbor so much sadness? They slowly swayed, both of them getting lost in the music.

Wild, wild horses
couldn't drag me away

I know I've dreamed you
a sin and a lie
I have my freedom
but I don't have much time

Bucciarati tightened his embrace, pulling her in closer so that her cheek rested against his collarbone. Lira heard a quick, short breath, and his chest quivered on the exhale. It was followed by a quick sniffle, which was enough to make her realize that the terrifying mafioso was crying into her hair. She curled her fingers to grasp the back of his jacket and held him tighter. "It's ok," she barely whispered, unsure if he could even hear it. They remained swaying in their tight embrace for the rest of the sad song.

Wild horses
couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them someday

When the song ended, Bucciarati let go and quickly brought a wrist to his face, patting his eyes dry with his sleeve. He exhaled and slumped and stared down at the floor as if in shock. Lira wrapped an arm around his waist and wordlessly guided him off the dance floor and to the elevator. She pushed the down button and looked at Bucciarati, who was clearly a vulnerable mess but was managing to keep it together. He straightened his posture and crossed his arms as they waited for the elevator. It pained Lira to see him like this.

"Bucciarati..." she mumbled and placed a hand on his arm, not sure what to say. His eyes darted towards her, the sadness in them obvious. He smiled softly.

"Thank you for that absolutely lovely dance," he said.