"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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The aftermath of Mateo's cryptic departure lingered in the air like an unsettling fog.
I think I have found myself standing at the precipice of a dangerous game.
Demetrius, his jaw clenched with anger, stood in stark contrast to my usual sunny disposition. His eyes were dark, hands teasing the gun between his fingers
"Hanzo take a day off." Though his words seemed to be sweet his tone bled with annoyance.
I look back at Hanzo realizing how badly I messed up. None of this would have happened if I just stayed quiet but as usual I opened my mouth wanting answers I did not deserve.
Demetrius gathered in the dimly lit room of his mansion, Demetrius did not need to tell me to follow him I just knew that if I did not I would end up drowning in worse issues.
I have finally at least had some confidence that Demetrius would not kill me but the fire in his eyes made me second guess myself.
"Valentina," Demetrius began, his gaze unwavering, "Mateo and I were once close allies, brothers bound by blood and loyalty. But when I turned eighteen I wanted nothing to do with the Capo name and decided to run away."
"Ironically my business was jewellery based like my father and now Mateo but regarding the mafia world me and my brother were completely different."
He went on to unravel the complex web of deceit, exposing Mateo's insidious motives and the history of vendettas that had led them to this point.
I listened intently, my eyes narrowing with every detail.
"You and I both know that I am not a good person. I was willing to kill you for some easy money when I simply had plenty," Demetrius confessed.
"Yet when I saw you, everything changed. I can't promise I'll be an angel, but I can promise that I will be simply yours." His admission hung in the air, a pledge that seemed both out of character and oddly sincere from the gruff man before me.
"Look at you, Demetrius, leaving me speechless," I laugh awkwardly, trying to ease the tension that lingered in the room.
"Valentina, my brother and I are actually quite close, but for you, I am willing to cut off everyone in order to keep you safe," Demetrius declares, his words hanging in the air with a surprising sincerity.
"It's funny, really, how I'm the one holding you captive but declaring to keep you safe," he adds, a wry smile playing on his lips.
"The weird thing is, being with you has made me feel the safest I have been in ages," I chuckle, acknowledging the irony of our situation. The complexity of emotions swirls around us—confusion, mistrust, and an odd sense of connection.
I want to hate him for the chaos he has brought into my life, and yet, I can't.
It was him who was willing to sacrifice everything for me to visit my mother's grave.
