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[19.] Haunted

{{VITTORIO MARIANO}}

We talked for hours last night. I've never let any woman play with my hair but something about Damara doing it was remarkable. She was so soft around me. It was nice to feel something other than death and guilt for said death. She's really an amazing woman. I think I love her. No. It's too early to love her. But I can't help it.

We both woke up tangled in one another this morning. It was pure magic. She played with my hands and we didn't say a word to one another. Moments like this? I've never gotten before. After I fuck someone and I clean them up they leave. That's how my system works but with Damara? I want to spend every hour of every day with her.

Today we don't have to do anything at all so I found myself in the living room watching movies all day. Damara was off doing something on her phone all day. Planing something probably. I never realized how much responsibility she has in her mob. I just never realized how much responsibility she has in general.

She plopped on the couch next to me and rolled herself in a blanket. I started laughing and she snapped her head towards me. I shut up almost immediately.

"Whatcha laughing at punk?" She asked.

"You look fucking ridiculous, princess." I chuckled.

The blanket wrapped around her whole body making her look like a deformed caterpillar. A noise left her throat that can only be described as a growl. What the fuck.

She stared at the TV and everything was silent. It was nice sitting with Damara in a comfortable silence. It's even better than the backhanded compliments never thought I would say that.

We both sat there watching the stupid romance movie when I heard soft snoring coming from beside me.

I smiled when I looked over to see her asleep. I should probably go to bed as well. It's quite dark outside. I stood up and kissed her forehead. My god she's gorgeous. I stepped out of the room turning off the light. I walked upstairs to my bedroom and fell onto my bed. Before I knew it I was asleep.

I woke up around an hour later and nearly shit myself when I saw Damara standing at the foot of my bed with a blanket wrapped around her.

"Why did you leave me by myself? You know damn well this house is fucking haunted!" she said with an unamused expression.

"You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?!" I whisper yelled.

"Scaring the shit out of you... duh." She scoffed and crawled next to me. "Leave me in there alone again and I'll chop your dick off." She mumbled into my neck. The scary thing is she would actually do it.

She wrapped her arms around me and sighed.

"What's wrong, lover?" I asked.

"I feel like you know so much about me and I know jack shit about you, or where you came from." She mumbled.

"Would you like to know more about me?" I said looking down at her. She pulled her head away from my neck and nodded.

"Welp. I'm 100% Italian. I was born and raised in Seattle, I'm the middle child. When I was a teenager my parents died and my older brother had as well. I was forced into training even when my dad wanted me out of it. He told me he Wanted me to live a normal life. But you can't ever when your born into a world with pain, then when your expected to cause it, it's a whole different story." I sighed.

"When I was too focused on work my little brother got killed. I still blame myself for it. I know we've talked about my brother before but I miss him so much. He was the light in any room. I mean, his smile was remarkable and he was a soft guy. I promised myself that when I was finished with training I would get him out. But I failed with my promise. I failed my parents and I fail-"

She cut me off by kissing me.

"Stop." She muttered. "You need to stop beating yourself up. I did the exact same thing when my parents died and it killed me inside and out. I mean, you've seen the scars on my thighs. There not from fighting." She explained. "I learned to accept it. Even though it hurt. Now that I've accepted their death I feel so much more whole." She nodded.

"Sometimes I think my life is a twisted painting. Then I look at you and realize what the beautiful meaning behind it is." Her eyes lit up when I said that.

"Your my favorite person, Sweetheart." She smiled and kissed me again.

She laid on my chest and wrapped an arm then a leg around me. I held her waist to me and kissed her head.

I love you Damara Romano.