A love like ours ✔️

♚14.Pyro21

Rafael

It's one in the afternoon. I'm siting in the livingroom, waiting for Ray to finish getting ready so we can go to my warehouse and obtain the answears we need from the prisoner. Nyx is sleeping with her head on my lap as I'm petting her soft fur. I've got the feeling that we'll get along just well.

After she woke up, Ray removed herself from my embrace. I expected for her to freak out, but it never happened. That's good, isn't it?

My right arm hurts like a son of a bitch. I had to change the slightly bloody bandage by my own, so that she won't get alarmed and luckily my stitches didn't snap. But it was totally worth it.

My thoughts are intrerupted by Star, who's descending the stairs. She's clad in a burgundy silky long sleeved dress that ends just above her knees. Gold jewlry on, natural makeup done to perfection, hair in soft waves , with her high heels in one hand and a clutch in the other... she's a walking breathing goddess. Exqusite. And I bet she's got her thigh holster on. If possible that makes her even more appealing.

I raise to my feet, offering her my arm, but she doesn't take it. "Bellisima!(beautiful). You know I'd never tell you what to wear, but isn't this a little over the top for a torture session, tesoro?" I ask suspiciously.

"For a torture session, yes." She rolls her eyes at me. "For a date in the Upper East Side, with a Russian Vor, no. I don't have time to change before I meet Andrei tonight."

That almost makes me lose my temper. I'm sure she's still sore from our morning fuck session, yet she lets Sokolov court her. That will need to change. She's mine and she'll know it soon enough.

"Just so we clean the air, I'm on the shot, you don't need to worry about me getting pregnant." She offers. I wasn't worried, if anything, the twisted fucked up part of me was hopeful, knowing that a child would tie us together and make my task easier. "I have a piece of advice for you, though. Always wrap it before you tap it. I thought you knew better."

"Are you mad at me? I've never had unprotected sex with anyone but you."

"I can't be mad since it takes two to tango. And I don't care about your other sexual encounters as long as you're clean."

"Squeaky." I try to reassure her while at the same time feeling a little defensive. Does she think so low of me? Does she think I'd put her at risk like that?

"We're settled then."

She passes by me to get to the kitchen and I follow her.

She ignores me.

Heading for Nyx's bowls, she fills one with water and in the other she places a raw steak. The big feline is on it in an instant.

"I'm ready." she says.

"Let's get going." I grit out.

I grab my shoes from the hallway closet as Ray puts her heels on, then we head for the elevator.

In the private garrage two of her men are waiting for us. I look around and see the matte black Lambo Aventador her farher gave her on her 18th birthday. Given the fact that she's an only child, Damiano likes to spoil her rotten, yet she's never bratty and has always been reluctant to accept very expensive gifts. But this is her dream car, and he said it doubles as a congratulations gift, since it was then when she advanced trough the Morelli ranks as a captain. She couldn't say no.

There are also a grey Tesla roadster and Ducati Panigale motorbike. I smile fondly. That one she won at 16, after she beat Yoshiro Tanakas in a car race. The idiot made the mistake of underestimating her for being a young girl. She laughed at his challenge and taught him a lesson. I know she's rather keeping it as a trophy, because bikes aren't really her thing.