Mines Forever: A Vallea Mafia Romance Story

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"Eryx will you please stop I can manage to take off my damn helmet", Verena rolls her eyes at me as she crosses her arms against her chest as I remove the helmet from her head. I then plant a kiss against her forehead causing her to tense up a bit as my lips are pressed against her skin.

I can feel her heart beating rapidly and her hands feel a bit clammy as if I am making her nervous. I glance down at her and then down to our cuffed wrists and frown, noticing a red mark has begun to appear against the side of her wrist. "Shit", I then lean my body over the car console, as my right hand makes contact with the glove compartment, reaching for the handle and pulling it down.

"What are you doing", Verena watches me as I focus my attention on trying to find something to help unlock the handcuffs from our wrists.

"Something you don't need to worry your pretty little head about, Cherie".

My hands come across a sharp switchblade as I sigh in relief. Verena takes notice of the sharp blade and immediately becomes concerned. I immediately place my hand around her back, "I am not going to hurt you", I whisper back. Her cinnamon-colored eyes are trained on me as I manage to move the blade out of her peripheral so she cannot see what I am about to do. Before she realizes what is happening I swipe the blade down on the chain holding our wrists together.

The chain breaks and crumbles to the floor of the car as Verena glares at me. "You fucking tricked me. You make me sick!!!, Uhh", she yells out as pushes herself off of my lap before she pulls the door handle as it slides open. The heat of the sun beams down on my face as I watch Verena march up the steps of the large beach house before going inside.

Zyran looks over in my direction as he sits on the hood of the McLaren Speedtail and watches the exchange between me and Verena. I then point my finger at my brother, "Not right now. Whatever you are about to say, don't".

Zyran holds up his hands like he has no idea what I am talking about. "I wasn't going to say anything". I then hear him mumbling something to himself as I walk past, I don't even bother to try to figure out what he just said. I need to find where my wife ran off to.

Just as I run to the top of the steps I hear two people talking as I place my hand on the doorknob, before walking inside the home, the aroma of lavender hits my nostrils, the same scent I could remember my mother oftentimes wearing. I glance around the home taking in how clean and tidy it looks, I walk past the living room has a beautiful beachfront of the clear blue ocean. I hear a familiar voice and stop in my tracks when I see my father, Mason, whispering something to Verena.

Verena must have heard me as soon as I walked in because whatever she was whispering to my father, she stopped talking, and looked over at me in pure disgust before she walked up the steps disappearing from me once more. My father then cleans his throat, before he walks over to me, patting me on the back.

"I see that you have managed to bring our girl back home". I hadn't laid eyes on my father in several months being I had been so busy trying to find my estranged wife and placed all my attention on bringing her back home. I then embrace my father, patting him on the back.

"Sorry pops, I've been so busy trying to find my wife. I guess I can relax now". Mason has a stern look on his face, an expression indicating to me he is anything but pleased, "I am not sure about all that seems as though Verena is not happy. One thing I have learned about having a wife is that if she is not happy, you won't be either.".

I throw my hands up in the air in frustration. "What more does everybody want from me. I've been searching for that woman for five years. Five years. I do not need you anyone or anyone else in this coming down back about my wife".