Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

28. What matters

Marco

"I came for the only reason that ever really mattered. You."

She walks towards me, as gracious as she does everything. As she always did everything. Hitomi is either a moving work of art or a calamity, depending on her whims.

"And what do you want from me? After five years of very stoic silent treatment, you just show up here. Last time I checked you were happily married. Where is Yasu?"

"Dead."

"I am... Sorry." I didn't expect that. Yasu is, was, a very powerful Yakuza leader. As decent as a gang leader gets but powerful enough so that the rather hot-headed and strong-willed daughter of Yoshi Yoshida considered marrying him and decent enough that her father would bless the union.

"Why are you sorry?"

"For you. Because you loved him."

"Not as much as I love you."

She is now close enough to touch me. The back of her palm slides over my cheek. The first impulse is to flinch away. There are lots of memories crashing down on me with this touch.

I place my hand over hers and look into her doe eyes. She looks so terribly innocent just as she is lethal. Yamato is Yoshi Yoshida heir but Hitomi is his favourite child.

Her wrist spins and she grabs my palms and brings it to her lip.

"I cannot watch you marrying somebody else."

"Hitomi, it was you who didn't want to be with me."

She moved my hand to her neck and then down to her chest. The beats of her heart are strong and steady.

"Look me in the eyes and say you feel nothing for me."

"You know that would be a lie."

She smiles with an edge of triumph and draws even closer, so close that touching her is unavoidable.

The familiarity draws me in. Her perfume, the touch of her skin, the way she smiles, as if she always has a second thought in the back of her head, because she likely does, remind me of a time I was naive and a tiny bit more hopeful.

"Then marry me. Not some cunt you never even met."

She smudges her lips over mine slowly and dips her tongue inside my mouth. I give in to the kiss. It was a kiss I missed and desired for many years but didn't feel worthy of.

Her hands unbuckle expertly all the weapons I have strapped on and tugs the hem of my shirt over my head. For silent moments we look at each other. She didn't change much in the five years we didn't see each other. Her features are maybe a bit sharper but that makes her even more beautiful.

"You are magnificent and we were always meant to be," she says, so very self-secure, so much in contrast with what she said when we saw each other last time.

Her manicured finger moves along the shot wound scar on my chest giving it a long ambiguous look.

"And now, now things are going to be how they were always meant to be," she whispers.

Then she slides her own pants and T-shirt off, with utmost elegant moves, and looks up at me again. Her dark eyes are devouring. But as beautiful as she is, I am hesitant. As much as I used to love her, I am not sure this is the right thing to do, though there isn't anything or anybody stopping me. Anybody...

"You know I am still a gaijin; that didn't change and never will. You are not honoring your family by sleeping with me."

"Yes, but now you are powerful, important, and have so much potential. Together we can rule the whole Western world."