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[11.] Falling

{{VITTORIO MARIANO}}

She started to fall but before she hit the floor I slid and grabbed her pulling her to my lap.

"What the fuck happened, princess." I mumbled.

She fell limp. Fuck she passed out. I picked her up and realized how small she was compared to me. She's not a short woman, she's at least 5'8 and I'm just really tall 6'5 to be exact.

I placed the goddess on the bathroom counter and grabbed a first-aid kit from under the sink. I lifted her shirt off her, and heard her whimper. Was she having a nightmare? Damn does this girl ever get a break? I stared down at the giant bruise forming on her abdomen. What has she gotten herself into. I realized blood on my hand and looked down at her leg. Big ass fucking slash going down her thigh.

That means I have to take her pants off... and this is not how I imagined doing so for the first time. I lifted her and took down her sweats. I stared at all the blood and tossed her clothes into the bathtub. I walked out to grab some vodka and when I came back she was staring blankly at the cut on her thigh.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" I mumbled cleaning the blood from around her wound. I dabbed the open gash with the alcohol and she didn't even flinch.

"I have a lot of enemies, Vittorio." She sighed. "Some are cops. FBI to be exact. And one of them came back to haunt me." She mumbled.

"A cop? An actual fed came and kidnapped you? Why?" I asked concentrating on her wound.

"I gave him faulty hope a few years ago. I may or may not have killed him and shot down half of his men but that's not the point of the story." She pointed her finger around.

My eyes went a little wide at that. So small yet so deadly. She sounds really woozy. Like she's high or something but it's probably but the loss of blood. I stitched her wound and moved to her face. She had a small cut on her forehead and chin. She still looked gorgeous. Nothing could changed her beauty. She placed her head against the mirror and I started cleaning the blood off her chin and forehead.

I'm falling for her. I've never fallen for anyone. Never. I'm a 'Fuckboy' I sleep with people I don't fall in love with them. Damn. Love. Do I love her? I don't know. I feel like it's to early to love her. It's been what? Three, maybe four months? We've already been though a lot together. I wonder what it could be like... feel like if we were more than... whatever the fuck we are. I placed small bandages on her face cuts and smiled at her. She's so pretty.

Who the fuck am I? Calling a girl pretty? Jesus. I know how to respect a woman and pleasure her before myself. I was taught always to be a gentleman and that's what I've tried to do. I ask for consent and never take a girl home if she's had to much to drink. I ask for permission to choke, tie, degrade. But I've never. Ever. Called or referred to her girl as pretty.

"Penso che mi sto innamorando di te, principessa." I mumbled.

I wish she could speak Italian. That would make this a hell of a lot easier. Talking in English is draining when it's not you're first language. She smiled lightly as if she knew what I had said. But no. She's from the Mexican mafia, she knows Español not Italiano. She has her maiden language and I have mine. Though it would be a miracle if we spoke the same.

"You know what you and I are like Vi?" She asked, I hummed picking her off the counter. "Fire & Ice." She smiled.

I walked upstairs with her light body in my hands and placed her on the bed. I tried my best to not hurt her when I put a shirt over her body. When I was about to leave she grabbed my wrist.

"Please, stay." She pleaded.

I nodded and kicked off my shoes. I walked around her bed and laid on the edge. She scooted next to me and placed her head on my chest.

"You know, you're the first person I've ever let touch me? Yes I've had sex, but that touch is different. You've danced with me, you've helped me, you've touched my heart in ways no one ever has, you've burned down some of the ice walls I've built up with you're fire. Thank you for that." She said quietly.

I didn't know what to say. I think this is one of the times where I don't need to say anything. She's my savior. If I weren't an atheist I would say she was a gift from god.

I love her.