The Bond of SIN (#YourStoryIndia)

Chapter 9

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Remember the time when people say - 'I'm trapped in it or it's a mind trap' I could just punch them in their faces. Being trapped in a toilet, or a stupid fight, if that is scary; then I'm in a freaking trap that's petrifying.

'I ran away from one mafia trap to fall into the arms of other. It's like I fucking run senseless from a road of ruins into the arms of the Satan. Life gotta better be joking with me.'

'This arrogant chauvinist tempter who I love and who claims to love me is a mafia boss. Duh! He just said that out loud... I'm so dead.'

'But how can he be? It was Salvator's who were in this.'

His words came rushing to me, 'There will be no merger of Visconti's and the Salvator's' 'I was, I am and I will be carte blanch for the Visconti empire. I hope I have made myself crystal clear.'

'So he's the boss.... Shit he is the Boss. What have I landed myself in? Or rather landed myself with - Denizen of Hell?'

I shut my eyes envisaging my sentences, my each word said; and those I want to say. I squeeze my eyes open and find him staring at me with amusement flickering in his eyes and lips curled at one end.

"So you're like the Boss.... Umm... I .. I mean like the..." I was cut by him.

"Let me explain this calmly and clearly." I nodded with eyes wide open, still trying to take in the information slapped onto my face.

"I am not like the Boss or an underboss. I am the Boss. I was, am; and will be the Boss. I am the Boss of the Boss' Am I clear?" He said with such intimidating power and a smirk.

I simply nodded.

"Clear?" he questioned again waiting for my reply.

"Crystal." I managed to reply.

"So now I'm sure you are itching to know about me...right?" he pulled me nearby grabbing my top. I walked towards him inches apart. I could feel his heart drumming fast; his breath rapid and deep in a room of deafening silence. His eyes locked at mine. Our eyes as though communicating, conveying thoughts; thoughts of need; carnal desire; fear; safety; but most of all the thought of trust. Questions lingering of whether I'd trust him knowing he was one of them, knowing he has the power to destroy me. I need him to show me that I can trust him that he wouldn't hurt me or alter me to a point where I turn to a stone.

I glare downwards breaking the contact and see him gulp a bulge down. He licks his upper lip and slides down the lower and bites the edge of his lip. He places his index finger below my chin and tilts it up once again looking at me.

"May I?" he pleads in a whisper but with authority of ownership.

I simply part my lips and close my eyes in response. I feel his soft lips skim over mine. His hands slowly travelling to my nape pushing me deep into him. My hands traveled towards his back under his embrace to hold his shoulders. His tongue moving along the edge of my lower lip, making its way in, he slightly nibbled my lip between his teeth making me sigh. I felt his tongue thrust in and we were locked as a brazed joint. There was no escape. There was no fear. There was no time as it seemed to have stopped. There was only He and I, bared to one another in the essences of our trust.