Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 17 - Confrontations

A few weeks later, I'm jolted awake by a knock on my door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumble towards the entrance and swing it open, still half in a daze.

"Morning, ma'am," one of the police officers greets me with a sympathetic smile, holding up a slightly crumpled photo of Luka.

"Yeah?" I respond, my voice heavy with exhaustion.

"We were wondering if you've seen this man around here," the officer continues, his tone gentle yet urgent, as if they've been searching for hours.

I squint at the picture, trying to focus my blurry vision. "No, why are you even here?" I blurt out, frustration creeping into my tone.

"We've had multiple reports of people seeing him in this area recently," the other officer interjects, his expression mirroring the weariness evident in my own.

I let out an exasperated sigh, rolling my eyes in disbelief. Another day, another disturbance in the quiet routine of my life.

Oh, but when I was robbed by a damn crack addict over my last 5 dollars, suddenly they were nowhere to be seen.

I mutter curses under my breath as I recall the frustrating memory, the anger still simmering beneath the surface.

"For the last time, no," I say firmly, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly as I slam the door shut, the sound echoing through the empty hallway.

Later in the day, the persistent ringing of the doorbell interrupts the quiet of my home. With a heavy sigh, I trudge to the door, irritation evident in every step.

"For the last time, NO!" I yell, my patience wearing thin, only to freeze in disbelief as I see Luka on the other side, his expression a mix of confusion and shock. "Sorry about that, come in."

As he steps inside, I notice the fatigue etched into the lines of his face, mirroring my own exhaustion. Despite my frustration, a pang of sympathy tugs at my heartstrings.

"By the way, the cops were looking for you," I say casually, a hint of curiosity dancing in my tired eyes, before stifling a yawn. His head snaps towards mine, his curiosity piqued, and he moves closer.

"About?" he grumbles out, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

"I told him something about you being around here and asking me if I ever saw you. I said no and slammed the door," I recounted, while he stared at me intently, as if trying to discern whether I was lying.

He unexpectedly pulled me into a hug, which felt a bit strange. "Date," he said, attempting to force a smile.

"Uh, sure," I replied hesitantly. He texted me the time, and I quickly messaged Sarah for advice on what to wear. She showed up to my house out of breath, clutching a few dresses.

"Why are you out of breath?" I asked, puzzled.

"Don't worry about that, try these on," she said, thrusting the dresses towards me.

After trying on several options, we eventually settled on the perfect dress.

"Did he ever say where he was taking you?" Sarah inquired curiously.

"No, I'll text him," I replied, pulling out my phone to send a message.

"Where are we going?" I texted him.

"Somewhere nice," he responded.

"Wow, amazing details that'll definitely help," I muttered sarcastically to Sarah, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Girl, just send him some pictures and let him choose which one matches wherever he's taking you," Sarah suggested, her voice laced with excitement and a hint of mischief.

Nodding in agreement, I quickly snapped a few photos of myself in the dresses Sarah had brought over. After selecting the best ones, I sent them to Luka, eager to see his choice.

After a few minutes of animated conversation with Sarah, my phone buzzed with a new message.

"Woman, we are at work. Stop making my brother stare at his phone and smile like an idiot," read Volcov's playful scolding.

Later, as the time for our date approached, I stood nervously outside, waiting for Luka. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, flanked by two imposing bodyguards, making his way towards me.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his warm embrace momentarily easing my nerves before guiding me to his waiting car.

As we drove to the restaurant, I couldn't help but admire the city lights twinkling in the night sky. We arrived at a charming, candlelit eatery, and Luka pulled out my chair with a gentlemanly gesture.

Throughout the evening, as we enjoyed our meal and engaged in conversation, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around discreetly, I caught the waiter's lingering gaze, sparking a faint sense of unease within me.

"What would you like?" the waiter inquired, his demeanor professional but his eyes avoiding Luka's piercing gaze.

"I'm not entirely sure. Can you give me a moment?" I responded politely, feeling Luka's intense stare fixated on the waiter.

"What do you recommend?" Luka interjected with a low, controlled tone, his voice carrying an undercurrent of restrained frustration.

"I don't know. Everything here is quite good. Do you have any favorites?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Wait a moment," Luka commanded suddenly, rising from his seat and striding purposefully back towards the restaurant's entrance. Left alone momentarily, I took the opportunity to peruse the menu.

Upon Luka's return, his demeanor seemed to have softened, though a hint of intensity still lingered in his eyes. "Order, sweet" he asked, his voice now tinged with a warmth that contrasted with his earlier demeanor.

As I turned my attention to the dessert menu, the tantalizing options seemed to beckon, promising a sweet end to our meal.

A new waiter approached our table, her demeanor exuding warmth and hospitality. Her smile was infectious as she recommended the chocolate cake, describing it as one of their most popular choices.

"Oh, the chocolate cake, easily one of our most recommended. Would you like some wine to accompany that?" she asked, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

"That sounds lovely," I replied, grateful for her suggestion.

With a nod, she collected our menus and left us to enjoy our evening. As I glanced at Luka, I couldn't help but wonder why we were ordering dessert.

"So sweet, like you," Luka remarked, his hand reaching out to tenderly brush my cheek, a gesture that filled me with a mix of emotions.

After indulging in dessert, we decided to head back to my house. The night air was crisp as we made our way home, the quiet streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. As we arrived at my doorstep, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. 

"Lovely," He whispered, savoring the moment before stepping inside.