The Devil Wants Me - 18+ Mafia Romance

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BASIL

"Where are you going?" I sigh, letting my helmet drop down to my side. It's Monday afternoon, he knows exactly where I'm going. I don't answer him, there's no point he knows exactly what I would say.

"Fine, don't be too long. We have a meeting with Petrov at six." I nod acknowledging him then swing my leg over my bike before putting my helmet on. The loud purr of the engine coming to life under me before I shoot off down the driveway, wind warm against my skin. Usually I find  myself on the back of my bike as a way to clear my head, to get myself in the right mindespice for whatever the day could bring. But all it is serving me is alone time with my thoughts, and I know damn well I shouldn't be having those thoughts. Especially after finding the cause of my infatuation snooping around on Saturday night. I still haven't decided what to do about that, but she didn't see or hear anything she shouldn't have, at least not yet.

The last two nights have been near impossible to sleep with the constant image of her in that damn blue dress. I know my brother bought it for her, he's a blue man. Whereas i would have put her in blood red, so thats what i pictired her in as i fist my cock to the thougn of her, those long tones legs wrapped around my waste as i fuck her againts the wall of that hallway. It's teenage level shit, don't get me wrong. But there is something so sweet in craving someone you can't have, it's a game with no winner, the chase that keeps me going. Only to end in bittersweet disappointment when she says her I dos at the end of the isle.

I pull off to the right at a local florist on my way, picking up the usual bouquet of Lilies. I leave my bike outside taking my helmet with me.

"The white ones?" It doesn't matter how many times I come here, the little old lady who I have come to know as Dora always asks which colour. I think she's hoping I ask for something different. That'll never happen. Or she's slowly losing her mind, for her age I wouldn't be surprised.

"Thank you Dora." She waves as I leave the small shop. The cemetery isn't far from the florist and hopefully I suppress the dirty thoughts long enough to get the next half an hour over with. Once I'm there I park up and make my way over to the same grave I visit every Monday. I stare down at the freshly cleaned white marble headstone and read over the name oven and over again in hopes that if I say it so many times she might actually answer me back. She never does.

I place the flowers against the headstone with a sigh. A shuffling sound from behind me catches my attention and I freeze, forcing my ears to listen closely. My skin prickles with unease. There the sound is again, shuffling feet against grass.

I stand up straight and turn towards the shuffling only to have my legs kicked out from under me. I land with a thud, hitting my head on the corner of the headstone. Groaning, I shake away the blurring vision and array of colourful dots, I blink a few times before searching for the culprit. Who dose this fuck thinks he is attacking me in a fucking cemetery. I growl in anger as I lift myself up off the ground, Lev and one of his lackies stand a few feet in front of me with a baseball bat in hand.

"Stickler for punishment aren't you Basil. Still coming here after all this time, pathetic."

"Is this some feeble attempt at payback Lev?" I taunt dusting myself off, ignoring his pathetic attempt at baiting me.