Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

35. The shapes of love

Marco

"Choke me harder!"

Harder means crushing your windpipe.

"Oh, Hitomi..." The amount of pressure is rather calculated, so you can feel it but it does not bruise. 

She looks like an exquisite painting with her long, dark hair scattered all over her face and torso; like a modern work of art with all the ink hidden under the collarline, but as breathtaking as something created by Michelangelo himself.

"Harder," she moans.

I oblige. I want to please her and my fingers clench a careful bit more till a smile bursts on her face, while she breathes away her orgasm.

It feels good and I smile too, because she looks blissful.

"There will be bruises," I say, caressing the red marks on her neck when she lays down at my side.

"I don't care."

"People will think I hurt you."

"People will think you assert dominance which helps with the reputation of someone who strives to become il capo dei tuti capi."

"You are the last person I want to hurt to assert dominance. I don't want to hurt anybody for the matter, it's just sometimes unavoidable sometimes."

"You didn't hurt me, you fucked me. Perfectly, just the way I like it. All these years I was looking forward to this moment."

"I missed you too, Hitomi."

I did, for many years, but I was aware I wasn't good enough for her or what she wanted. At least not at that point, not after she said it herself more than once.

"And what did you do while you missed me?"

"Work for Stefano, kill people occasionally... You know the drill."

She smiles knowingly.

"What did you want to talk to me last week so badly about?"

I sigh. It's still hard to talk about it but I have to.

"I saw someone... and it affected me."

"Well, I hope that someone is dead now and the problem is out of this world."

"No, it's not that. I met my ex, of sorts."

Her eyebrows shoot up.

"Hitomi, I love you and it doesn't concern our relationship in any way but I just think telling you is the right thing to do."

"So, who is this girl? Because the only girl I heard you were ever dating was Alessandra Buonavotta and... yeah, she was clearly only a..."

"Don't be mean. I cared about Alessandra very much."

"Like you care about a wounded puppy or whatever but you didn't actually love her."

"That's is true. Expressed a bit superficially and simplistically, but true."

She gives me half an eye roll and a smile.

"This girl was working for Stefano and she had quite some issues with the eastern mob."

"What was she doing? Is she a mercenary?"

"No. She is an engineer."

"Ah..." She releases a small laugh. "So another charity case."

I want to answer something but I swallow the words.

"What's your schedule for next week? I need to be in Japan on Thursday and Friday but after that, I have two free days. I was thinking we could have our engagement party."