The Lies Of A Mafia

Chapter 4

The smell of slowly burning meat on the stove makes the little kitchen smell good. In the living room a movie is playing, I try to figure out which movie is playing, but it is a little hard because Matt and Aradia are fighting about the movie.

             "Are you stupid Matt! Of course they are going to end up together! Just because you are a rat who has no lovelife does not mean that everyone else is like that!" Aradia says with a huff.

             "A rat?! Really Ara? You are hurting my feelings... I am just trying to say that they are not a good match," he responds as a high pitch leaves the mouth of my lovely best friend.

             "Not a good match! I will literally kill you, how can you not see it! They are perfect, just look at how they are looking at each other!" She yells at him as she angrily points at him with her index finger. A mad sigh comes from the tall man as he rolls his eyes.

            "ARA! It is Lady and The tramp! They are dogs! How! He is just one horny dog!" He utters, not being able to understand the fuss with her. Not even a second later you can hear a huge crash, and a really angry Aradia.

           "YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!" She yells so it almost makes the windows in the house break.

          "Wow wow relax! I am sorry! Please don't throw that at me! I will take everything back!" Matts pleads at her reaction, almost sounding scared of her; I don't judge him though. I would be afraid of an angry Aradia too. She is known to get a little bit... crazy when things don't go her way. Maybe that's why we are such good friends.

         "Good boy, Matt! Sit and don't say a word, I am watching my comfort movie."

I roll my eyes over their fight, it is nothing new. They are always at each other's throats, maybe one that they will see that they like each other. But I know them, they are both bossy, impossible to please, but hopefully one day they will see it. Also so I don't have to keep buying picture frames for our pictures. I start to wash the vegetables. Normally I am not the only one that makes dinner for us, but today is my day to cook. And today I have decided to make a recipe from Russia.

While I listen to them fight, I feel a couple of strong arms sneaking around my waist, and shortly followed by a kiss on my cheek.

          " It smells amazing, moya lyubov." A deep voice comes from behind, and a huge grin forms on my lips.

           "I am glad that it is smelling like it should, I am still trying to learn how to make food from Russia" I reply. I look up at my handsome boyfriend of 3 years. I lean back onto him and my smile grows wider. His strong cologne meets my nostrils and immediately a feeling of peace flows through my veins. He kisses me on my forehead before tracing his lips across my skin on the neck, sending shivers down my spine as he stops at my ear.

          "Do you know how beautiful you look standing here making food for us?" He whispers, making his warm breath tickle the sensitive spot under my ear. Slowly I begin feeling my skin burning and my cheeks flushing as he turns me around, capturing me between his body and the cooking stove behind me. He tilts his head at my response to his touch and lets a finger graze the lines of my face, leaving invisible tracks from it. He then cautiously lifts up my chin to look up at him as I looked down in shyness.

          "Do you know how much I love you? How much I love waking up beside you and being able to kiss you every single day? I can't imagine life without you anymore, because you have become mine," he says with a hoarse voice while leaning towards my lips, before planting a gentle kiss. It is almost like I have forgotten the English vocabulary because all I can do is accept the kiss, forget about answering him and kiss back as I am hypnotized by his words.

          "I heard what happened from Matt and I am so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you, moya lyubov. It kills me knowing that you were put in such a situation let alone the thought of another man touching what is mine makes my skin crawl." His voice suddenly turns serious as his gaze becomes darker. A heavy stone drops in my stomach when I'm reminded of what happened and I scrutinize my eyes at him.

        "Vathek, I'm okay. I can protect myself." I say while crossing my arms. He kisses his front teeth at my response and leans against me as he places his hands on each side of me on the desk behind me; capturing me once more.

        "I know you can. Of course you can, you are one of the most powerful women in this world I have ever encountered. But that doesn't mean you have to. I am your boyfriend and therefore I have to protect you." Every word from his mouth is filled with both the feeling of guilt and love as the dark orbits in his eyes sparkle with a mass of emotions. I sigh deeply before placing a hand on his right cheek.

       "Dear Vathek, you have no reason to feel guilt because of this. We live in this world for a reason and no matter how much we may regret it, we can never get out again. I made a choice back then to come into this world and I don't regret it; not once, not now. But this is my life too as well as it is yours. We know how to navigate in it. We learn how to survive."