Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

29: Ridiculous

Santino: I want you all to myself.

Santino's POV

I wake up next to the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I can't help but stare, she's perfect... and shit, I just happened to fall for her.

This is ridiculous.

She's sexy, she's talented, she's loyal, she's enchanting and a lot of other things. I'm glad my family met her, they absolutely love her. My dad said I should put a ring on it, I know that's how my family ussually does but... I can't? I guess I'm scared, we already moved pretty fast and I don't wanna scare her away. Gosh, I would die without you my love.

This is ridiculous.

I laugh to myself, this is all so new to me. A new addiction. As someone who grew up involved with the mafia I've had a number of addictions. All so good and difficult to let go of, but this. I want this, all of it. I want her inside and out. I want her abnormaly and want her selfishly. I want her alone, all to me and just me.

This is ridiculous.

All I see is her, all I see is just her. Am I being selfish? Yes. I became selfish the day I saw her and I'm in contentment with that. She makes me feel so good. Everytime she speaks, moves, laughs, damn everytime I see her... my nerves break down and I wanna worship her. She holds a power upon me, she makes me feel all giddy inside. I can't help but want to touch her, feel her, taste her and satisfy my selfish addiction with her.

This is ridiculous.

If someone wants her, I would have to die first. I would abuse my power for her, just for her. Look at her, she's beautiful. Her skin, her curves, every detail and even her eyes. Eyes that lay hidden from me behind those sockets. Come on my love, open up for me. Open those eyes for me love.

This is ridiculous.

I hear wolves have mate bonds. The one they are eternally destined to. The mate that gives them strength, confidence and the power of having the world underneath their feet. Yet they bow to that one other creature. Mate. Mate has them in the palm of their hands, sometimes mate has them wrapped around their fingers. They bow to mate. They worship mate. They bind themselves to mate. For they cannot fathom reality without mate. Mate is food, mate is water, mate is a drug and mate is every breath they take. My mate.

This is ridiculous.

All I think about is her, when I see the sun, when I see the moon. I think about her in my dreams, when I close my eyes, in the shower and I can't help but think about her naked. I think about her naked when I lay down.

This is ridiculous.

"My love, I love the attention but you've been staring for quite some time now." And there it is, that voice. So early in the morning. I can't help but smile from eye to eye, she's beautiful. Do I tell her enough?

"You are beautiful my love." Gosh and she giggles.

"Okay lover boy, that's enough let's go." And she takes my hand, if only she knew I would follow her anywhere. She leads us to the bathroom and fills up the tub. As I'm about to take my clothes off she holds my hands and doesn't say a word, did I mention I'm hypnotized?