Under The Assassin's Protection

23

Like every beautiful moment in our lives this one was also interrupted by a phone's ringtone, but Kane being kane ignored the caller and muted the call. And our eyes met, perhaps for the first time in the past twenty minutes making me smile. Shaking his head he tried suppressing his half surfaced smile as he pressed a kiss against my lips.

Usually our kisses have deeper meanings but on occasions you see, this guy acts like a boy stuck in his teenage years making me want to smack him across his face.

And this was one such instance..

"KANE! What the hell!" I screeched as I clutch my towel that almost fell on the floor.

Yes i did screech shut up.

"What?" he asks looking unbothered knowing how amazingly he has triggered me. I glare into his soul, and pushing him away I start looking for my clothes again.

"Everette"

Ignored also you are not supposed to call me that you bitch-

"Irene" and back hug.

Ignored again as I shrug off his arms.

Then a hand comes and spins me around making my back collide with wall as he places a hand beside me, the other gripping my waist.

Damn this bastard..

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Okay fine yes the towel is on the floor and yes I am so fucking hot right now I shall melt.

"Gioiello mio.. ti amo non per il tuo corpo ma per la tua anima. Ma Dio, quante cose vorrei farti quando ti vedo dimenarti in quel modo, mia piccola moglie"
("My gem.. I love you not for your body but for your soul. Is that clear? But God the things I wish to do to you when I see you squirm like that little wife.")

And there he goes yet again understanding things and saying things and I-

Also,
Did he just call me little?!

Okay deep breath everyone deep breath.

I am a badass.

"I hate you-"

"Perché menti amoré ? I am sure all guards of our mafia can confirm you love me very much when they hear you scream tonight.."
(Why do you lie love)

His hand on my waist now caresses my stomach and I am watering from places I am not supposed to and-

Deep breaths again.

WHAT THE FU-

Deep breaths.

"Oh mio Dio, Kane, zitto e lasciami cambiarmi!" ("Oh my god Kane shush and let me get changed!")

I say as I push him away again, gently. And with my cheeks completely red I turn around this time determined to wear at least one pair of garment on me. I pick up the first t-shirt I see and wear it as I head a smooth fucking deep chuckle behind me.

I swear this guy..

And then I feel a hand giving my waist a squeeze as he whispers slowly in my ear.

"Tonight gemma.. tonight."

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I am dead.

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