The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter ten - Eva

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🎶 Losing him was blue like I'd never known 🎶
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
Forgetting him was like tryin' know
somebody you never met
🎶 But loving him was red 🎶
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"Sir! You can't just go in th-"

The door to my warehouse office slams open and all at once there are eight guns pointed at the intruder with two guards planting themselves in front of me, preventing me from seeing the person.

I hear a surprised squeak from the mystery person. "Shoot! I-It's me! Sebastian. Eva's wife! I m-mean, Eva is my wife. I'm the husband?" The last part comes out in a question and a shocked chuckle escapes me at his cute rambling before I shove the two guards away.

He's standing just inside the door, with his arms up in surrender and his eyes wide with fear. I drink him in, wanting to kiss his soft lips and run my hands through his hair, but I know I can't and it's killing me.

Aside from the short and stilted conversation we had about my split lip and black eye, and the usual awkward greetings in the mornings, we haven't talked. And I miss him. I got used to him talking constantly about everything that came to his mind.

But now, I have been forced back into my old life before him and I wonder how I didn't notice how lacking it was.

I haven't been myself for two weeks. The worst two weeks of my life. It's been torture, seeing him smile and talk with the helpers and the guards in his carefree way, and yet he gets nervous and withdrawn whenever I enter the room. I know he needs space, he's not ready to trust me again and I am willing to give him as much time as he needs. I just want him back.

So basically, I have been stalking him. I watch him from afar, even while he is doing nothing but reading a book. I love the expressions he makes when he reads. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing them but you can tell what he is reading just by looking at his face. He smiles and giggles when he reads something cute and wholesome, he pouts and his eyes fill with tears when it's sad, and he blushes and squirms when he reads sex scenes.

"Boss, I'm s-so sorry! I tried to stop him." Ana is saying, but I pay her no mind.

"Sebastian, what are you doing here?" I look at my stupid men that still haven't put their guns away. "If I ever see any of you point even a finger at him again, I will cut you up in pieces and feed you to stray dogs. Put the fucking guns away and get out!" I snap, my nostrils flaring with anger.

They all scramble to put away their guns, their eyes downcast and terrified. In two seconds, the room is cleared out and Sebastian blows out a breath, looking embarrassed but relieved.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" I can't stop myself from walking closer to him.

"Everything is fine." He nods repeatedly as if he's trying to convince himself then he starts walking around in a circle, his face set in a frown. "I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have j-just barged in like that, but I have to tell you something and I have to do it now before I lose my courage."

He stops his frantic pacing and looks directly into my eyes, still a few feet of space between us. "I know I was the one who wanted space, and I know you said you wouldn't l-let me go - if it is still true—"

"It is."

He swallows and nods. "Okay."

He steps closer to me hesitantly and I hold my breath without moving an inch. The old me would have probably closed the remaining space between us but I don't do that. I want this to be his decision. I want to show him that he's safe with me. I want to show him that, although I am the dominant in our relationship, he is the one that holds all the power. I also want to give him a little bit of the control I so desperately crave, to show him how much he means to me. Only he gets this. No one else.