✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 42 | 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

This escape from the world full of responsibilities has been going on for four days now, and as much as I'd like to steal Leonardo from his world forever, hide him, and devour his personality, I can't stop gnawing at myself.

He doesn't belong to me; I can only rejoice with the possibility I've been having.

I got the privilege of reaching the depths of his heart that he hides from everybody.

I should be happy (and I am), but something keeps gnawing at the back of my head.

Maybe it's the consciousness.

Maybe it's the jealousy.

Or maybe it's the logic of the situation that it's only a fairytale...

I can't pinpoint exactly when I started to worry that every day we spent together, we were alone. I know I shouldn't indulge this, I shouldn't worry, and I should be happy, but it's been a few days since I've seen any of D'Angelo's men or Dante, and it worries me.

I adored our nightly life, full of passionate caresses and cozy conversations by the quarry. In the mornings, I woke up next to the man's wide-open eyes. He always woke up first; he said he wanted to see me open my eyes.

But this fairytale had to end sometime, and both of us knew that.

As the hours passed and I felt his fingers massaging my feet, I began to worry seriously.

Hadn't anyone missed Leonardo at headquarters?

Hadn't any member of the Red Lions wanted to know the boss's opinion on every matter?

And even though Leonardo kept reassuring me that he had everything under control these last few days and it was just me and him, I couldn't believe his words. Both of us knew what was inevitable; we belonged to his world.

It's his game of chess, and I'm only a pawn that has the reassurance to go only in the direction directed by the master of the game; Leonardo D'Angelo.

He belongs to this universe, and I'm content to occupy the deepest part of its core because he lets it.

As the evening dawned on the D'Angelo villa's surroundings, I nervously bit my nails, watching Leonardo in the pool. His wet body trembled from the whirlpool's bubbles all around him. My anxiety about the responsibility we both tried to avoid kept growing, but at least a glass of wine in my hand revived me a little.

Although I tried to ignore the gnawing feeling and contribute to it by slowly sipping my drink, Leonardo gulped down the contents of his glass in a second. I could hear the ice clinking against the glass he was holding. A cigarette clamped between his teeth lit the furrowed forehead wrinkles.

"Leonardo?" I felt my tongue form his name.

He clears his throat and turns to me. His charming eyes sparkle with the evening glow as his body magnificently strides through chlorine-filled water.