❝𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆? 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒕. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.❞
𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓓𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓲𝓼, the mafia leader, know as the manipulator.
𝓘𝓿𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓼, known as the Rose.
When Iv...
"Maybe I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours."
Chapter fifteen
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I SIGH AS I LOOK into the mirror. The reflection shows my silhouette, with the black spaghetti-strap dress hugging my figure like a second skin. It ended mid-thigh, and the thin, slick material hugged my waist perfectly.
The dress was paired with black heels, and I even slicked the upper half of my curls, wearing it half up, half down, before adding a brown and black cheetah print claw clip to the ponytail part.
Nico stood behind me, too, looking into the mirror, and I would be lying if I said he didn't look absolutely mouth-watering in his black suit.
His slacks fit him in the best way possible, and the black button-up he wore under his matching suit jacket had me staring too much for my own good. A couple buttons were undone, and it took everything in me not to reach out and trace his tattoos with my fingertips.
He was watching me, silently. The way his eyes slid over my figure made my blood heat. My breath hitches when he pulls me to him with a gentle hold on my neck. I stumble backward, gasping, and clutching the wrist of his hand around my neck with both of mine.
He stuffs his nose in my hair, deeply inhaling a breath before releasing it with a low hum.
"Beautiful."
My body burns like fire as he says this, causing me to take a timid breath. I never thought of myself as beautiful, but hearing him say it made me feel appreciated and loved.
"T-Thank you."
"No, thank you."
"What d-do you mean?" I ask.
"Thank you for existing." He swipes my curls to my other shoulder, giving himself room to run his nose along the slope of my neck. "Without you, I'd be nothing but a man roaming the earth, soulless and empty. You give me life; without you, I'd be nothing." He repeats.
My eyes sting with unshed tears, and my chest raises and falls quickly as I try to keep it together.
Soon he unlatches his hand from around my neck and drags it downward until it sits gently against my heart, which thumps against his palm with purpose. Purpose to show him how much I care too.
"You feel this? The minute that this stops beating, is when I will no longer exist."
I only realize I'm crying when Nico turns me around and tips my chin up with his finger.
"I didn't want to make you cry, my Rose. I only wanted to show you how much love I have for you. It can move mountains, Ivory, and when the time comes, I will show you my love not just mentally but physically too."
