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Milos point of view
I stared up at him. My breathing picking up as his hand came up and reached into my hair, tilting my head back in a uncomfortable way. I felt goosebumps raise over my entire body, a shiver racking down my back as his dark eyes stared into mine. My heart pounded but my stomach flipped at the proximity we were too each other. His eyes told me nothing but I was never any good at reading them, leaning down further his nose brushed mine.
"Where did you go. I thought you died.." he whispered softly. He did seem different like Erik said, softer now? Im not sure.
"I-I think you should leave Dimitri" I forced out. I was trembling beneath him but he had to go. I couldn't be apart of his lifestyle anymore. I nearly died.
"Making me repeat myself? Thats not like you Milo" he hummed. A small smile creeping onto his face. I swallowed hard. He made me so nervous, for obvious reasons. He could literally kill me or do other things..
"Im different now. I-Im not who I was Dimitri, not anymore. Im not scared anymore" i said, slightly firmer as I straightened up, still even standing taller he was still a foot taller than me.
"You should have never feared me. I took care of you Milo" he stated softly. His hand falling from my hair to hold the side of my face. This wasn't like him at all. The soft touches, even his demeanour seemed different.
"Y-You did and Im thankful for that but Ive moved on. I have owen no-" I froze as his hand slipped to my throat, softly squeezing as if daring me to finish what I was saying.
"Who?" He was quick, brows furrowed as he stared angrily at me.
"O-Owen. Hes my friend Dimitri and, and hes helped me move on and get better" his eyes narrowed, wondering probably whether to believe if he really is just my friend.
"I see. Ill send him a card to thank him, but Milo you were mine. Ive missed you" his hand resumes its former position of the side of my face as the other held my hip, thumb rubbing circles under my shirt.
I didn't know how to respond to him. My mind was overwhelmed with memories and feelings and possibilities. He nudged his nose against mine and I focused back onto his eyes. I couldn't let him in again... could I?
"Milo. I didn't know, or I would have stayed. I watched the surgeon shake her head, confirming you had died" he went on. His eyes softening and lips turning in a subtle frown. I had never seen him show so much emotion.
"Dimitri..." i really didn't know what to say to him. His hand slipped under my shirt and he rubbed my skin softly as his grip on my face became slightly firmer.
"Come back with me pup, it'll be different. I will take care of you. You wont need to work or live like this" I opened my mouth, then closed it. Unsure again of how to respond. It has been two years, many of that time I spent crying dependent on Owen because of Dimitri and Derek. The nightmares I still have of Angelo and if Dimitri has found me whats stopping him...
My heart quickened as I thought back to Angelo. I had tried to forget, living with Owen I felt safe, someone always with me but now that Dimitri is back, would he return. I reached up, grabbing Dimitris wrist. I needed to know as I stared at him.
"An-Angelo, he. Is he?-" "No"
He cut me off, answering my question. My chest collapsed from the breath I let out as I moved to wrap my arms around his neck. My breathing hitched as I sniffled. His arms came under me and wrapped around my body, pulling me closer as I lightly cried into his shoulder. I felt relieved, so relieved.
"Hes gone pup. He can't hurt you again. I promise" he reassured me. His hand coming and rubbing through my hair. I pulled away. I pulled my hands from him and laid them flat on his chest. Angelo was gone. I didn't need Dimitri then. I would be safe either way.
"You need to go Dimitri" I tried to sound loud and authoritative but my voice was sheer whisper. He stepped back slightly, letting space come between us.
"Pup, we are meant to be together. I-" i cut him off, sniffing as I straightened myself again, trying to seem confident to the man who I cared about.
"N-No. I, I can't come back" I stated, looking into his dark eyes which were slightly narrowed from my change in attitude, but the smirk that now grew on his lips told me otherwise of his feelings.
"You can come back pup. You belonged to me. You even earned yourself a name. Morozovas pup and it fits you perfectly, no one else is deserving" he came closer as he leaned down once more and that small string of confidence I was clinging to vanished as his cocky eyes met mine.
"Ill have you again Pup and soon it will be. You remember how I made you feel" His mouth by my ear as he kissed it softly before moving to my cheek, shivers raining down my back.
He pulled away, standing up straight as he grinned down at me and stepping back, walking towards my bedroom door he turned, looking over his shoulder before he continued and winked.
"Ill see you very soon Pup" was all he said as he departed and as soon as I heard my front door click shut. I slumped against my wall, sliding down onto by bum, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as my mind whirled and my face heated up.
He was back. Boss was back and more importantly he wanted me back. I rubbed my face, groaning slightly at this new problem. I had no idea of what to do and what was going to happen, more importantly what would I tell Owen.
Hey owen, forgot to mention the time i was actually caught up with a mafia boss and maybe, lowkey loved him but that was probably stockholm syndrome...oh yeah thats also how I got shot not from a random hit and run...
I got up from the ground and stripped my clothes off me, climbing into bed as I turned over. This actually must be a dream and a crazily real one, so if I go to sleep Ill wake up and none of this will have happened.
