Lovey O'Riley
I struggle to keep my hands off the magnetic man as the town car sways it's way through the 616.. Anatoly draws me into his lap and his fingers creep up my thigh to delve beneath the hem of my miniskirt.. Kissing me sweet and dirty, just the was I like it he pulls back just long enough to breath a loving refrain.. "Ne mogu zhit' bez tebya.."
A lovesick smile pulls at my lips as my heart swells and bursts with love.. Intense and overflowing, a river of emotion and devotion courses in currents through the air between us.. "I can'ae live without you either.."
Neither of us notice when the car breaks to a stop outside of his apartment because we are far too caught up in a steamy makeout session but Xi coughs from the driver's seat to remind us that we aren't alone..
"I guess we should take this party upstairs.." I giggle with no shame and Anatoly agrees with a smirk an nod, jumping out of the Mercedes to run around and open my door..
As I step a stilleto out into the sidewalk, my bodyguard makes a move to follow me and I shake my head.. "I'll be fine, go home to your wife, Mr Xi.."
With a dutiful nod he recoils back behind the steering wheel and awaits my exit before turning over the ignition and pulling away into the stream of passing traffic..
"Come on, Baby, let's get you naked.." The Prince reaches for my hand and together we make our way into the apartment complex laughing and chattering
"Only if you behave yourself, Sweet Prince.. Naughty boys don'nae get the goodies!" I tease gently, without any intent to deny him tonight.. After seeing him with my family today, I have half a mind to give him anything he wants.. Hell, I'm halfway inclined to marry the guy and make cute babies..
Everything is just perfect..
So fucking perfect...
Too perfect..When we reach the top floor my idyllic dreams are shattered by a sudden and ear splitting bolt of thunder that cracks through the air, rendering me half deaf with a high pitched whine ringing in my ears in the aftermath..
-BANG-
The ashed horror in My Princes eyes as he turns toward me is pure and palpable fear and my confused gaze falls to see his hand pressed to the bloom of red that expands at the centre of his chest, blood soaking through the crisp white t-shirt he wears..
"L-Lovey" He rasps my name, blood dribbling fromn the downtured corners of his mouth as he collapses to his knees with a heavy thud..
"Tolya? No!" A violent scream tears from my chest as I reach for him, manic and out of my mind.. I am so stricken by panic that I don't even notice the assassin until it's too late..
The figure of a woman emerges from the shadows, an old snub nosed Taurus revolver in her shaking hands aimed at me.. Her eyes are bloodshot from tears and her mascara is running down her flushed cheeks but I recognise her clear as day.. She is the waitress from Na Pont.. Daisy..
"What have you done?!" I howl, unleashing the venomous fury that rages in my breakout heart.. Anatoly lies deathly pale before me, choking and gasping for breath, the concrete satined a sanguine red all around him..
"He was supposed to be with me!" Daiay shrieks, her eyes bugging out with insane intensity as she points her hatred directly at me.. "You did this! You slut! You stole him from me!"
There is nothing left to lose because this bitch has taken everything from me.. I am adrift in a sea of anger and all rationalism is lost..
"I'll fucking kill ye'!" Enraged and seeing red I push up to my feet and lunge, my fingers wrap around her slender wrist just as the jerk of her piece shudders through us both with another resounding crack..-BANG-
Suddenly, everything is eerie and still, the most serene seconds slip by before realisation dawns and the punishing pain of hot lead echoes deep within my core..
"Oh!" Daisy gasps, stumbling back and dropping the gun with a clumsy clatter before she steps over the body of my fallen love and cuts to my right, disappearing down the stairs and off into the night..
"Ugh.. God.. Help.." My ears ring, fuzzy with white noise as the faint swill of a blackened haze paints my vision wobbly and distorted.. My legs buckle out from beneath me and time slows to a tedious drip..
Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
The sound of our pooled blood combined and mingling as it drips down the stairwell echoes off the concrete walls while I lay there dying, unmoving, the flickering fluorescent light above strobing softly as my breath becomes shallow..
"Lovey-" The sound of my name is a distant whisper as I turn my head to see the love of my life, Anatoly, dragging his heavy body over the bloodstained floor, his hand outstretched, seeking me..
With every last ounce of effort I reach out to intertwine my fingers through his with a short breath, bleeding out with darkening peripherals.. Chills and shooting pains travel up and down my body as the cold sets deep into my bones.. "T-Tolya? I- I'm s-so scared.. D-Don't leave me.."
"We will be together, Kroshka.. Alwayz.." He coughs a splutter of blood, using the last of his strength to pull himself to my side.. "Ya-tebya- lyublyu."
"I- love you- too.." I can barely keep my eyes open as a blinding white light grows overhead from a pinprick to a solar flare, consuming me in its heavenly glow.. "I'll never let ye' go.."
- THE END -
?A note from the author..
My darling dears, these shorts are something a little different to my usual novel format, but I am having so much fun playing with their limitless potential and challenging myself to experiment..Please don't hate me! I know you probably wanted wedding bells and babies and the typical HEA I'm known for but this book is called ROMEO for a reason! Sometimes I just need to try different things and these shorts are my outlet.
Once again, I hope you enjoyed taking a peek into the future that some of my favorite characters help to create..
Dedicated to my Romeo, J. I'd die for you.
Please lovelies, do let me know what you think in the comments, I am always so curious to hear your thoughts and opinions!
Much love, sweets.
❤️ Leela. xx
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