Emilia

10: Emilia

-Vincent-

My intention wasn't to fall asleep in her bed last night but every time I would try to get up and leave, she would hold onto me tighter like her life depended on it.

I looked down at her as her brown hair curtained her face, hiding her beauty from me. She's never looked calmer than this before. Her hand was fisted loosely as it rested on my bicep and her plump lips were parted slightly.

I tucked the hair away from her face and her eyebrows pulled together slightly before relaxing. I stroked her cheek with my thumb and a small smile appeared on her face before it faded. Bending down to place a kiss on her forehead, I began to get up from the bed.

I moved slowly so that I didn't awake her and before I could even place one foot on the ground, she was groaning softly as she stirred in her sleep.

"Ryan...please don't." She mumbled softly as her eyebrows pulled together. Furrowing mine, I pulled my arm out from under her and I began to stroke her hair.

"I'm sorry.." she mumbled and I continued to comfort her. I stayed with her until the crease from her eyebrows left and I finally got up from the bed and replaced myself with a pillow.

I picked up my shoes from the ground and silently made my way outside of her door, shutting it quietly behind me. Walking down the hallway, I began to make my way upstairs so that I could shower and prepare myself for the long day that I have ahead of me.

I closed my door behind me and I tossed my shoes on to the bedroom floor. I unloosened the rest of my tie and began to take off my shirt as I walked inside of my bathroom. I flicked on the light and turned on my shower as I stripped from the rest of my clothes.

Letting the water run down my body, I began to think about my plans for today. One thing I knew that I had to get done was take care of the Carlos situation. I should've known it was fucking Carlos. This isn't the first time he's done something like this. He's put his hands on women before but none of them mattered to me as much as Emilia did so I never did anything about it. They were all just whores that he bought for his own pleasure so I didn't really have a say in what he did with them since I wasn't the one paying them for their company.

Getting rid of Carlos wouldn't make a difference to the mafia. It wasn't like he has some important role to fill in. All the guy did was sit around in my fucking club all day, smacking the strippers asses and telling them to sit on his face. The boy doesn't have any bit of respect towards women in the slightest. I'm not innocent either, I may have treated women badly in the past but I was never as bad as him.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I felt a hand press on my back and I quickly turned around and gripped a small wrist tightly. Staring up at me was the gorgeous brunette that I had left not too long ago.

"Ow Vince..." she winced as she pulled on her arm and I immediately let go. I hadn't realized that I had been holding her so tight and I grabbed her hand and observed her wrist.

"I'm sorry mia cara. Does it hurt?" I asked her and she just rubbed where I had my hand wrapped tightly around her. [translation: my dear]

"No, It's okay." She said rather softly and I lifted her chin up and looked at her neck. There were still bruises in the shape of finger prints on her throat. Furrowing my eyebrows, I grabbed her wrist and I placed a line of kisses on it. I didn't mean to hurt her but she had startled me.