Cadence

10. Lavender

Nicolas:

Six hours. Six hours she has been asleep in the passenger seat of my car. She fell asleep after she devoured her kebab like a starved woman. So instead of waking her up to go home, I've been driving around New York City.

I'm knackered, but I won't stop driving. Not until she wakes up. Turning left with my right hand on the steering wheel I go onto Caple Road. This is where her uncle lives. Number 443. A very large house, completely modern. Floor to ceiling windows, grey bricks and a flat roof.

Purple flowers line the bushes. Lavender. She always did love lavender. Cadences mother was close with Finn, after her and Alec married they were just like brother and sister. I have a sneaking suspicion that Finn and Allison were having an affair. But alas she's gone now, so uncovering that secret would be close to impossible.

Continuing down the road I take a right and turn onto Clover Close. Jamie lives down here, number 362. We don't live far away from each other, my house being the one right at the bottom.

Being the mafia boss means that I have to keep my right hand close to me. And seeing as he's also my best bud I thought why not. So I bought him the second largest house on the estate and helped him move in.

Looking beside me I see a very sleepy Cadence. A few strands of chocolate brown hair scattering her pretty face. She looks peaceful. Her lips are parted slightly allowing small breaths to escape her mouth. She shivers slightly. Noticing that she might be cold I turn the heating on, despite being boiling myself.

If she's cold then I can sacrifice over heating for her, I'll sacrifice anything for her. Not that she needs to know that. Yet. I know she wants me. I can tell by the sweet sounds that she makes whilst my fingers are deep in the pretty cunt of hers.

I can tell by how her irises expand when she sees me, by the small flush of her cheeks when I call her malyshka. She acts as though she hates the nickname. But I know she loves it. I won't tell her what it means though, she will have to figure that out for herself.

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Cadence:

Groaning, I turn over keeping my eyes closed shut.

The smell of spice and musk fills my nostrils, comforting me as I lay still in my spot. Moving my legs, I realise that I'm not in a bed.

Opening my eyes I see a gear stick, with a large tatted hand wrapped firmly around it. This must be a dream. Rubbing my eyes I look again. Nope. Not a dream. I'm sitting- well not sitting laying. I'm laying in Nicolas Volkovs car.

Judging by the dry saliva on my cheek I'm guessing I fell asleep. Why am I in his car?

"Good morning malyshka." He looks over with tired eyes. He's been driving all night. He's been driving around all night. Just so I wouldn't wake up.

"What am I doing in your car?" I ask with my eyebrows furrowed.

"And why am I wearing your shoes?"

"Well, last night you went out with your friends and I saw you leaving the club. When I found you outside, you were struggling with your heels hence why your wearing my shoes. You wanted food so I drove you there and then you ate and fell asleep." He responds whilst still driving, eyes on the road. He looks devilishly handsome.

"Yes but why am I still in your car, you could've taken me home." I state matter of factly. Because he could've. It would've meant he could sleep and I could sleep more comfortably.

"My car seat not a good enough bed for you?" He glances over his blue eyes even brighter in the morning sun.

"No."