Few More Reasons To Live

Chapter 40

Mateo's POV

Beast was meant to hide in woods, to find solace in the darkness, to be a resident of loneliness  I am a beast. A monster. I conceal my demons, bury it far away for my beauty…But I think the world wants the devil back.

The demon in me was lurking behind, buried in the love of his beauty. My monstrous self was not coming out, that doesn't mean it was dead. They hurt my piccola, my girl. She cried, the water forming in her eyes running down her soft , silky cheeks and dying at the corner of her lips or something they survive enough to travel all the way to her neck and vanish inside her clothes. Fuck. And I have a strong, strong, very strong, desire to become on of her tears just to experience a whole damn life where I can be formed by her , travel through on her and die at her. A smirk came on the corner of my lips by the sinister idea of being a tear and die on the heaven of her lips. My demons are happy with this idea.

She finally revealed her past, and I feel like a loose, a failure. How the fuck I was unable to get this crucial information about her. I know No matter what we had done this information would have never get to is if my baby doesn't dicided to reveal it. Here no one gives a shit about what is happening with you. 

James.

My mens are finding him, we are very close to get that shit of a hellhound disguised as a human. The moment he will be in front of me , I'll show him the hell I very much personally crafted on earth for him. And him alone. He will pay with his blood for every drop of tears my girl shed. A devil's smile formed on my lips by the thought of the ways I'll make him beg for mercy, he will impetus for death and I'll make him live. I can't even imagine how she survived that, the death of her parents, the torture, the miserable life, the emotional and physical trauma. She fights it all and never let her brightness dim. She shines brightly then the sun, the fucking moon. My girl is the light of my life. 

After hearing her story and consoling her and making her sleep. I called John to find that bastard. It's been three days since she opened up to me and I started searching for James. 

And finally we found him drunken, unconscious in a bar. My men are on there way to bring him to me.

I'm the deadly silence of night. The sound of my phone startled the stillness of quietness. It's her. 

My heart.

“Yes love” my voice softens to another level for my women. 

“Mr. Mateo it's half past nine. Where the hell are you, why ain't you home?” her soft yet stern voice travelled through my eardrum, feeling like music to my brain. Calming my demons before they tear the world apart.

She is so precious, that even my demons, which never fail to scare others and make them bow in front of me, are afraid of hurting her, so they respectfully back away. 

“I have some really important work, piccola. But I promise I'll make it quick and return to you till morning” I can hear some noise from the background , maybe she is cooking, Tanishka in the kitchen is a sight to never miss. So carefree , without the tension of the world she enjoys her company with some music, I never understood the lyrics, it's in hindi I think. Every now and then she will swag her body a little, the movement of her shoulder, the left and right of her hips, the little dance she does with her hands. 

I am so fucking drowing in the water of her love and the fun fact is I don't want to be saved. 

“You will not come home?” Her voice laces with disappointment, yearning. Wish I could just leave all this and bury my body in the embrace of her arms, listening to her heartbeat, the rhythm of her chest rising and falling. I want nothing but to engrave her in my skin more than she already is. I want to mix my skin in her so she feels me with every fabric, every cell of her body.  When She breathes, she breathes me. When She feels so she feels me. And when She loves, she loves me.