The Sinners

chp 3 ~ Mom

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jesus , it's diablo I'm diablo Alcamo" he said "well it's nice to meet you diablo , I'm Melanie Ragon" I replied with a smile on my face as he took another sip from his drink . His name , he isn't American neither I figured out the accent the first time he spoke but now I'm sure .

God he's sinful , the way he is just sitting on my couch like that I could literally fuck him for it . "Diablo , you're not American are you ? " I said in a questioning tone as I leaned in "I'm Mexican perra , I thought you would figure that " fuck the attitude , the sassy tone and the way the wine is making his cheeks turn red , I can't.

" I had a hint but didn't know exactly" I took another sip from my drink , "you ... you're also not American" a smile appeared on my face , "you're right , I'll let you guess" I said with a smirk on my face as I leaned on the couch again .

"well your name is Melanie Ragon , you have a good taste in wine , kind of tanned, nice tits and brown hair , I'll say Italian" I chuckled at his guess , at least he has good eyes . "close a bit , I'm french" I watced as he put his glass on the table and leaned on the couch while looking up, "tired ?" I asked but he didn't answer.

"come on , follow me" I said standing up . He looked at me with confusion , his eyes looked tired and got little tears them , he's cheeks and ears are red from the wine , messy hair . how fucking cute "I'll take you to the gest's room , you can rest there" he stood up staggering, aww he's already drunk .

"you know french people are supposed to be mean , you're not" he said following me "that hurt you know" I said in a mocking tone . We stood in front of the room " people like you are supposed to be carrying a gun" he smiled and slipped his hand behind his back "I do have one-" he started checking nervously when he didn't find it .

"give it to me" he said in an angry tone ,his cheeks puffing , god I wanna kiss them so bad . "you're in my house , so don't play it cool around" I opened the door of the room "now get some rest , I'll give it to you tomorrow" . He looked at me one last angry look then he closed the door "the closet is yours suit your self" I said leaving to my room.

I got in the shower thinking it might help , but I can't remove his image from my head , his hair , his name , his attitude but mostly they way he just chopped that man's fingers , with a knife only he didn't even brake the bones , just nice and clean . I wish he could teach me , he's good at his job a professional I'll say . He seems to be really young , I wonder where he got those skills...

I got out of the shower to jump in my bad , today was fun , I've done my first Ankle Fusion surgery and it went smoothly but meeting diablo was much more interesting . there is so much on my mind and I can't quite think ..... I started drifting away until I fell asleep

Something woke me up , someone is walking to my room , I quickly grabbed the knife that was under my bad and pretended to be asleep . Someone opened the door, when I looked it was Diablo ..... he's wearing the most adorable short I've ever seen with a black oversized shirt , hi is so fucking cute but wait his hand are pulling on his shorts as He ... sobs ? is he crying?

"Mom , I had a nightmare" he said while crying, does he thinks I'm his mother ? "what is it diablo" I said as I started feeling worried, "mom , I thought you wouldn't leave me" he said crying louder and sobbing . Shit I don't know what to do "Diablo , what's wrong it's me" he kept crying "Mom you're leaving me right"

fuck fuck fuck I'm screwed, shit I opened my arms "come to mommy" he thinks I'm his mother so I'll pretend to be I guess. He jumped in my arms hugging me "mom promise you won't leave me" he said burying his face in my chest crying . I hugged him back "I promise" .

I kept patting his back trying to make him comfortable, and it worked he started to calm down little by little until he stopped crying completely . "mom I really love you , you love me too right" he said while he's face was still buried in my chest , I don't know what's wrong with him but I'm not leaving him like this .

"I love you too Diablo , no matter what Mom will always love you" a relaxed sight escaped his mouth as he started to drift to sleep , he was still clinging on my shirt . I'm not a psychologist but he must have some issues, serious mother issues . I bet he'll rather die than see a psychologist .
As I felt him sleeping quitly , I started to drift away in my sleep to . What a day ........