Cause You are Mine

Weakness

Sal and I were watching some documentaries on TV. It had been two  hours since Damien left with his wife. The word left a bitter taste in  my mouth.
I turned my head to Sal who was dozing off. I nudged his lower side with my elbow. "Sal"
"What" he answered groggily
"I think Natalie didn't buy the lies you threw at her." I was thinking about the whole incident for a while.
"Why?" he wiped his drool from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"It  was too easy. Like a snap of fingers she fell for Damien's words. She  acted heartily to make you believe that she trusted you both which I  think was as fake as her lips."
"Don't worry about her. She will never come near you again" he assured me but I was not worried about myself. I told him that.
"What  I am worried about is you. Both of you. I have no idea what your  charade consists of, considering Russians which you likely promised me  to explain later but they are not empty handed, too and that blonde is  the sole indicator that there is more under it."
"You watch too much soap opera lately" he scoffed.
"Whatever. I am telling you okay? I am hundred percent sure that she didn't  believe any of it and she will brag about it to whomever is her boss soon. I may have lost half of my brain but you know what they say,  losing one makes the other parts stronger. So yes. I have my sixth sense  stronger than ever. Like I believe that Damien is stupid enough to give  me a visit tonight just to make it up to me or to himself and it will  cause a lot of problems with his 'wifey'" I air quoted the word  exaggeratedly.
His phone rang. He picked it up before he  got up from the bed and paced around the room speaking in Italian. He  once or twice gave a glance to me thoughtfully.
When he  hung up he looked at me "Get ready we are leaving this place" he  gestured me to move to the closet to gather my belongings which luckily   I haven't unpacked yet. I lifted my suitcase with one hand and grinned  at him. "I am all ready to go." 
"Is that all you got?"he asked.
"Yeah there are books and DVDs as well but I kind of have a feeling that I won't be needing them anymore" I grinned more.
"What are you up to? He asked skeptically 
"Nothing. I am just going with my guts" "The sixth sense" I whispered playfully.
He laughed. "Okay weirdo let's get you out of here before you start some black magic s*it to explode the house"

We  left the house quickly after Sal instructed the bodyguards quietly which made it impossible for me to figure out what was the cause of my  sudden change of place. After three to four hours of driving we stopped in front of a cottage in the woods. I couldn't allocate its whereabouts.

Sal  opened the wooden door to a living room with an open kitchen. There was  a fireplace just across the door in the corner. The colors used in  decoration were cute, mostly cream, green and red. It felt homey.
"There are two bedrooms and a bathroom down the hall" he showed with his head. I nodded.
"I  will be staying with you here for a while and probably change the shift  with Damien later. But for now this is the safest place for you"
"Why,  I told you didn't I? That bitch wouldn't shut up. I thought that mafia men have every right to keep mistresses but what I don't understand is why  was she so angry about me being a mistress to Damien?"
"Well this is not my story to tell" he dismissed my words easily.
"What? You know that you practically kidnapped me here, so I have every right to learn the reason."
"It isn't kidnapping if you are willing to comply" he winked.

"You think this is funny? Dragging along with a guy not knowing what to do  with my life or not having an idea about my identity, living the days  aimlessly, playing dumb and numb most of the time while trying to solve the puzzle which is called my life so far, cleaning the web within my brain? Try  to walk in my shoes dude."

I went into the kitchen to explore in the hope of finding a coffee machine. When I found one I searched the  cupboards for coffee.

"Here" Sal threw me a package of  coffee. He was carrying groceries. I must have fell asleep deeply during  the car drive to miss his visit to grocery. I silently prepared coffee and gave him a mug, too.
We drank for a while without uttering any word. Then he cleared his throat.
"You are right. We are not made of that material you call humanity. I don't  and can't understand you, neither can Damien. But we are good at one thing. To protect the ones we care. And we both care about you a lot.  Russians know it, too. This is why we are here to hide you from them. They want you because they are aware that if they take you we will come  after you for the rescue."
"Why? Why would you come after me? Even if you care about me that doesn't make sense. Why risk your life for some girl  who came into your life a couple of months ago, a girl you hardly knew?" I  asked astonished with his confessions.
"I don't know.  Maybe we are all f*cked up to make sense. For some reason Russian  noticed this, too. The moment Natalie attacked you I realized that, that  was the end for you, your death sentence signed by them. I was killing  time in your room whilst waiting for Damien's call to get you out of  there safely."

"So I was right about my sixth sense then" I grinned.

He poked my cheek playfully. "Don't tire your smartass brain too much gorgeous"

"So how long do we have to wait here?" I asked seriously.

"We'll wait till Damien comes or sends some back up." he shrugged like it was the least important thing to think at that moment.

"What do you think they would do with me if they get me?"

"You wouldn't wanna know" he shook his head.

"That bad huh?"

"You think we are the bad guys, yes? The ones who kept you without your consent, the ones who beat you up. You didn't see anything bad gorgeous and I hope you would never experience anything they would have done to you."

"What was the worst thing they would do?" I scoffed. For me committing to end one's life was the extreme point that a man can dare.

He smirked. "You wanna know?" I nodded challengingly.

"They would take you, tie you down, beat you up, molest you, abuse you, whip you, rape you and throw your damaged body into a dumpster in the end."

I gasped. "No they wouldn't. Why? I never caused them any harm besides sleeping with Damien. I didn't even know that he was married in the first place" God I hated that son of b*tch. He fooled me twice and now I was in deep sh*t because of his jealous wife. If that jerk face didn't cheat on his wife regardless of the marriage being arranged, I would have live happily. But no his obsession to posses me overbear everything and everyone.

"He shouldn't take me to his house. He should take care of his wife instead of f*cking me. Oh my god what am I going to do? They will find me and hunt me like an animal." I was terrified "Like a f*cking animal." I yelled.

"Shh princess. Stop yelling" he hugged me tightly. "I am here, yes? I won't let anything happen to you. Damien will be here soon, too. You can talk to him and share your concerns then. But for now we have to be patient okay?" he calmed me down.

"Why do you care about me this much? I mean you could've both left me in that hospital, I was a lunatic after all. Why did you bother to help me cure? I was just a good f*ck nothing more nothing less, yes? At least this is something everybody repeats to me regularly. Why do they want me? There are dozens of girl in that house whom Damien gladly f*cked I presume. Cheating on a wife cannot be the sole reason to go after somebody?"

I was exhausted because of my blabbering but still I couldn't see the whole picture and my mind was freakishly working.

"You are our weakness" he said after a pause of silence.

I gazed at him questioningly.

"They know that Damien loves you."

"How?" "I even wasn't convinced that he loved me. How could they be so sure that he loved me so that they come after me?"

"Damien is a tough guy. He always has been a cruel one. But he made some mistakes like separating you from other women, treating you differently."

I laughed. "What? He beat me for f*cks sake, how could this be treating differently"

He shook his head smiling.

"He never cares about who he f*cks. And his first rule is to never f*ck the same woman more than once so that he would prevent any ideas of the woman's becoming Capo's wife or a privileged mistress. Somehow you affected him a lot. Not only he f*cked you more than once but he provided you your own room. He spent nearly every night with you. He never sleeps with the woman after sexual encounter but he ended up sleeping in your bed most of the nights."

He paused "And you shouldn't tell him that I told you" he warned me in a serious tone.

"He cried over you when we first found you lying in a pool of blood on the floor that day cause he thought that you were dead."

I was shocked unutterably.

"You became his weakness gorgeous and he has to fight for this or else he will lose you forever"

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