Alessandro P.O.V
She was beautiful. In my black and white world she represented color. Her innocence and beauty consumed me whole. I was madly in love with a woman that might never feel the same way.
Not after today.
Not after she discovers my secrets. The true meaning behind my name. And all of my darkest sins I bear because of it. They're about to be poured on her and I have to watch her shrivel up and die.
I am her ruin.
"Good morning" Kaliyah smiles descending from the stairs gleefully and walking around the kitchen island. Placing her hand on my shoulder and dragging it across to my left side leaving kisses on my cheek. I stand still for a second letting it linger. Taking in this moment before I wrecked havoc on it as if it were my second nature.
"Good Morning beautiful." I mutter, setting the pan in the sink and leaning over to kiss her dark freckled cheek. I used my clean hand to fix her crooked septum and turned back around.
"Baby this smells delicious." she exclaimed practically moaning over the food. Not that I was complaining.
"waffles and chicken" We said in unison as I watched her grab the plate and slouching down in the seat "This is great, I really like this"
"The food?" I was confused at her hesitant tone. Or maybe it was just my anxiousness talking. I pause to see her silly grin with dimples showing on the right side of her mouth. I could've shot myself. Of course The food, why wouldn't it be the food? I feel dumb
"No." She paused picking at the food before sighing and smiling. "you being here with me" she looks up at me. With those dark brown eyes that I'd get lost in. She wasn't talking about the food.
She wasn't talking about the food
If I were to look in the mirror and see myself the way I felt. I would be left with the thought to ponder who I really was. Why when I saw this woman my heart would begin to flutter at her presence. If you would have told me I'd be in love months ago I would've said mafia leaders don't fall in love under the impression that all epic love stories end in disaster. Yet here I was, madly in love with a woman who made me want to better myself.
I walked and sat beside her. Allowing her to rest her head on mine, with her long curly hair under my chin. As I watched her eat in bliss. As soon as she had finished and washed her plate I slowly spun her around to face me. She gave me a smile and placed a hand on my cheek before moving her hand almost as quickly as she put it there in the first place. I immediately picked her up and sat her on the counter.
I allowed her hands to get tangled in my jet black hair as her lips hovered over mines. She suddenly pulled away and placed both hands on each side of my face.
"Looks like someone is happy today. What's got you in such a good mood" Kaliyah asks teasing me as trail my hand from her thigh. Slowly sliding them under her shirt
"You." I shrugged before she rolled her eyes playfully before kissing me back. Before I could manage to take off her shirt the says "That was so corny" and sucks in her teeth, gripping my shoulder as seize the opportunity to scoot her closer to me.
"As intrigued as I am to see where this would lead. I do have a job to take in consideration" she whispered in my ear, running her hands down my back as I threw my head back in frustration. I watched her step out of my grasp and hop down from the counter. She takes her shirt off in front of me and walks to the room with her breast out. I feel like a dog in heat. I follow her watching her movements as she lotions her body smiling at me from the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
The Mafia Man's Pawn
Romance(Originally: His mafia queen) Kaliyah Waters, there's more than what meets the eye. Like a thief in the night her cunning looks and devious persona draws him in like a hunter watching his prey. That is until he discovers he's been playing her game. ...
