Mafia Bloodlines

Chapter 24

Mikhail's pov

" Mikhail! You've been very scarce these days. What's your deal? One would even think you are avoiding me. The last time I saw you  and we actually spoke was when you were interrogating me. You don't  even dine with us anymore." Faina said as I bumped into her near the lake. The bottle of gin she had been drinking was almost empty in her hand. She didn't look drunk so I doubt she will get into trouble.

. "I've just been busy with work. You know how it is." My voice was laced with forced casualness. I had hoped that her keen intuition  would not detect the subtle tension beneath my words.

"Busy with work?" She  repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism.

"What work, Mikhail? Because I'm your work am I not? And you've been neglecting your duties." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

"Please don't put it like that and don't look at me like how you are looking at me right now. It is not  very appropriate, Mam."  I had witnessed the full spectrum of emotions on her face  before. The fiery blaze of rage, the radiant glow of happiness which she doesn't show often and even the haunting shadow of horror. But in this moment, her expression was unlike any I had ever seen. Her eyes looked at me deeply, her gaze transfixed and mesmerized.  She looked calm, yet consumed, her face a mask of serene desire.

"I can't, I just can't not look at you like this. I can't hide behind the rage or bitterness anymore. I've been treating you very badly but I don't see you like that, I've never seen you like that.". She says and burps loudly

"It was all a facade I needed to put up in order to contain my feelings. You make me feel things, things I didn't particularly want to feel for you. It's the truth, I thought I could control it and be in control of myself when you are near me but I can't, I've tried to put you down to make you hate me and I realised that's not what I want. I don't want your hatred, I want your heart." She spoke with a quiet intensity, her words dripping with emotion.

" Don't say that. Please Faina. You have had too much to drink, that's why you're not in your senses."  I said as I took the bottle away from her.Then, without warning, Faina's lips crashed onto mine. It was like a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up passion. Our lips moved in perfect sync, tongues tangling as we devoured each other.

I groaned, my hands sliding down Faina's back to cup her ass. She was wearing a tight dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn't resist the urge to touch her.Faina's hands were just as busy, her fingers digging into my hair as she deepened the kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

" Faina, no, we can't." I said after regaining my senses as I put her down.

"This cannot be happening. I have clearly lost my mind, how could I kiss you like that. I'm losing it, that's it, I'm losing it....." I kept repeating these words while I hit my head.

" It's not your fault. I came onto you and you acted just in time, you put a stop to all of it." She said. What was she even talking about, I kissed her back. I should have stopped it the moment her lips had touched mine. What's worse is I enjoyed every second of it.

" This cannot happen again and you cannot repeat the words you have said to me today. It is impossible, a love between you and I would be insanity at its best." I express, hoping that this will not repeat itself and we can understand each other.

" Why is it so impossible. I agree it is not right but impossible, no." She stated, she sounded a little bit sober but still out of her mind.

"Even if there  wasn't a 19 year age difference between us, would it still be impossible?" Faina asked, still maintaining eye contact.

"Yes. It's not just the age difference. I am your bodyguard, your father's best friend, your father is like a brother to me. This would be betrayal and he would never forgive me. Understand that he trusts me with you. I cannot do as I please." I explained it to her. She remains quiet, she looks deep in thought.

Faina's face twisted in a scowl, but before she could respond, she stumbled forward, her body swaying precariously. I caught her by the elbow, steadying her.

" Let's go, I'm taking you to your bedroom. I don't trust that you will be safe out here, you are drunk and too close to the lake, since you do not know how to swim it's not a good idea to leave you here while you're this intoxicated." I suggested and she was quick to shake her head in disagreement.

" Don't worry yourself. Sure it's the first time I've ever been rejected by a man but trust me I won't  drown myself because of that." She said and then crouched to pick up her bottle which was now on the ground. Before it reached her mouth I snatched it away and threw it inside the lake.

"I hate you." She said as she pouted.

" The feeling is mutual." I meant it, I knew she wouldn't understand. She would think I was talking about how I hated her. I picked her up, bridal style as we headed back inside of the house. I don't even know why she was drinking because she was on medication. If anyone sees her like this there will be problems.

"Sleep it off, you have earned yourself a killer hangover." I said after tucking her in.