Few More Reasons To Live

Chapter 41

Mateo's POV

It's been three months since I started torturing james and his son...

Yes his son too because he tried to harm my bacha ~ [ I learnt this word for tanishka, she likes when the character in her books call their lover this - ohh I "accidentally" eavesdrop her conversation with her friend and from that day I started practicing this hindi word which means baby, and it sounds sexy] ~ he tried to assault her, maybe he was not in his sense that time or he was a kid but we can't use these silly nonsense excuses now, are we??

He tried and he is going to die.

Anyway is he a burden to his earth after all, he bead his wife to death every single day and is in debt because he lost money in gambling so I am gonna do the honour of killing this DAD-SON duo..

Like fathers like sons, both are disgusting creatures.

My life has been mesmerizing after my love's entry. I start my day with her in my arms and then handle the mafia stuff while she rules my thoughts, then making those son and father duos experience hell that I deliberately sculptured on earth...

And finally my most favourite thing is spending time with my heart, my bacha...my piccola

We are going slow in our relationship as per her liking and it's taking every Puch of my self-control to stop my hand from touching her every nanoseconds... But her comfort and consent is my priority, the rest of my desire and discomfort can go to hell fire for all I care.

As I parked my car and entered, walking towards my room I noticed the kitchen lights were on, I walked with silent steps standing near the door frame and I leaned on it while folding my hands over my chest. The scene in front instantly brings a soft and genuine smile on my face.

My muscles relaxed, my mind calm, eyes softened as I looked at my little innocent minx, she didn't even know how much she affect's me.

She is comfortabley sitting on the top of the kitchen counter as she eats her most  favourite thing - Icecream, I get jealous of this thing, I envy this icecream that thing gets all her attention and I am here standing, staring at her without even her knowing.

I wanna be your setting lotion
(wanna be)
Hold your hair in deep devotion
(How deep?)
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
Now I wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart,,,
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

"You are already mine, bacha" I rasped in my intimidating yet soft voice which I had developed exclusively for her. I pushed myself away from the door frame as I walked towards her, the song still playing in her phone which is kept beside her, as for her - she is shocked; looking at me with  her big almond eyes, mouth open slightly in surprise, hair messy making her mesmerizing, ear empty of any earrings, an half eaten icecream tub in her hand, her other hand is frozen in mid air with the spoon.

Mine all mine, my love, mine all mine.

I just can't stop my self it's like my body parts work on their own when I'm around her, I don't know when and how but my hand on her cheeks, stroking her skin with utmost love, care and gentleness. She skin is soft like bitter and mine rough like stone still we melt in each other's company.

"I can't help but be obsessed with you. My obsession knows no boundary piccola, I can do anything for you, ANYTHING. My escalating obsession  increases day by day, it's becoming  mania now, I can't help it nor I can stop it. I am-" I took a deep breath, pausing to control my emotions. I looked in her eyes and it has surprise, understanding and love.