The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

45. Trashing It out.

★LUCIANO★

Trapping Janie between the wall and my body, I kissed her. My fingers glided around her neck as I pulled her tighter to me, wanting all of her.

In response, She hesitated for a moment, but then her lips began to move in sync with mine. Her heavy breaths fanned against my face, making the urge to take her to bed and make love to her until sundown, overwhelmed me. However, I held myself back.

Janie was going to be my woman till eternity. So I understood that there was no need to rush. I'd rather take one step at a time.

Her soft plushy lips against mine felt so divine. She tasted like the sauce we just had for breakfast and I wanted to claim every inch of her.

But then, she broke the kiss and her desirable eyes met mine.

Our breathing was labored and loud. Despite the silence, I could hear her heavy breaths and the rapid thumps of her heartbeat.

Damn!

I'd admit Janie does things to me that I couldn't describe. Just the way she looks at me, always stirred up some feelings from my guts and before I met her, I thought I couldn't feel. I thought I would never be fazed by someone until the very day I set my eyes on her picture and saw her in person.

She was a beautiful piece of art.

Still staring into each other's eyes, consumed by the deafening silence in the room, a part of me began to wonder when I developed feelings for her. Was it the moment I watched her sleep after she passed out from her Father's betrayal? Was it when she comforted me on the plane after learning about the death of my mom? Or was it the period she offered to treat me after I suffered a knife wound on my arm?

I just hoped this tiny human wouldn't be my weakness.

I, Luciano shouldn't have anything holding me back, because I have an empire to protect. But then, each time I came to terms with wanting to let her go, I found myself crawling back.

Most times, I'd think of something just to see the smile on her pretty face. However, she wore a scowl right now.

"You are such a good liar, Luciano." She said, eventually breaking the silence between us.

"I don't take pride in lying though. But I just wanted to show you that I can pull off anything, Janie." I responded with a smirk.

"Like me?" She fired back.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I narrowed my gaze at her face.

Janie huffed. "So you feel you can pull off anything, including me. That's why you are making me choose between my dream and you? That's why you believe giving me back the most important thing you took from me will make me yours?" She queried distastefully. Scrambling away from me to the side of her bed.

My heart clenched.

Was this what she had in mind?

"No, Janie. Of course not." I replied. "Hell, I know you have many sentiments towards me. But you have to know that I'm only trying to make up for everything. That's why I pulled the admission back for you. That's why I'm doing everything within my capacity to make you happy!"

"And who said I wanted you to make me happy?" She threw sharply at me and I squinted my eyes at her in disbelief. "I never asked for any of this, Luciano. I don't remember asking for what you and my so-called father did in the first place. I never asked to see how you gutted a man out.." I heard her voice crack with tears and my heart shattered. But still, she continued. "I never asked to go to Italy where I almost got killed. I never asked for a lot of things. Yet, you keep trying to shove them down my throat and you think that's fine?"

Hardening my jaw at her words, I surprisingly didn't get mad with anything she just said. Instead, I walked over to her and pulled her to me and she crashed against my chest.

This time, she didn't make any effort to pull away. Rather her teary eyes laced on mine, and I demanded. "What can I do to gain your forgiveness, Janie? If you want me to bring down all the stars in the night sky to brighten up your world, I will. But I need you to tell me what you want."

Silence ensued after my voice.

Her eyes held mine in what seemed like forever before she responded in a whisper. "I want the admission, but I don't want to be your girlfriend."

At this moment, it felt like my heart was being shredded to bits. However, I managed to pull myself together and smirk.

"I'm sorry, Dove. But that's not an option. You are mine. You belong to me."

Janie immediately tore herself away from my grasp and then yelled. "I am not yours! I'm not some object that you can own. I'm a person, Luciano. I have my own life to live, my own dreams and desires."

Biting down on my lower lip to conceal the intrusive angst about to consume me, I brought myself to say again. "True, you are not an object, Janie but you are my possession. I want you. I need you in my life and like you've been seeing, I can go through anything just for you."

And I meant, anything.

Janie stomped her right foot on the ground. "I don't want a man like you in my life, Luciano."

My stomach tightened into a knot. "What man?" I queried.

She inhaled deeply and then exhaled afterward. "I just don't need a man like you in my life." She reiterated before looking away from me.

And I felt hurt, rejected, broken for the first time.

"I asked what kind of man am I to you?" I inquired, taking a few steps towards her.

"You are nothing but a cold-blooded killing machine! Someone who —"

At once, I raised my hand in the air to stop her.

The developing knot in my stomach tightened another notch as it finally dawned on me that she thought of me as nothing but a despicable cold-blooded killing machine.

"What?" I scoffed, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. "So that's what you think of me? A cold-blooded killing machine?"

Janie lowered her head, saying nothing.

And at that second, her silence was louder than her words. It revealed I would never be anyone significant in her life no matter how hard I tried.

Well I don't blame her, I blamed myself.

For the first time, I thought of giving someone a chance. All this was still new to me and I wanted to pull some strings for her, but then what would I be proving when she couldn't see beyond my flaws?

With my pride hurt and my ego bruised, I looked at her one last time. "Goodbye, Janie. Have a nice life."

And with that, I turned towards the door.

Not that I didn't have the power to forcefully make her mine, but like my mother would always say– you can't force someone to love you.

Hitherto, I never understood her words but now, it was as clear as day.

Pressing down on the doorknob, I walked out of her room. And out of her life forever.