Lost in Lust

5: Show me the Scary Parts.

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Chapter 5:

Show me the Scary Parts.

"I'm part of the Italian mafia."

I didn't know how to react. I couldn't even move my eyes from the ground. I was standing next to a mafia member. An Italian one at that. What was I supposed to say? 

Oh my gosh, I slept with a gang member, great. 

He was tense, it was very obvious that he was. He wasn't comfortable with telling me, yet he still did anyway. And it made me wonder, why did he? But I don't get it. What does this have to do with anything? 

I had so many questions running through my head. None of this made sense to me.

"You're Italian?" Those were the words that came out of my mouth. The heck? What was wrong with me?
I always knew he wasn't completely american. His voice was laced with a very faint accent that, at the time, was unknown to me.

"That's all you have to say? After what I just told you?" He was amused and shocked by what I just said. Honestly, I was too. Why didn't I react like any other human being could've? 

"Well what do you want me to say?" I asked with my voice being louder than I expected. Did he expect me to run away like a little girl? 

"Anything but that!" He was nervous.

"Fine. What does what happened between us have to do with you being in a mafia?" I asked out of both curiosity and impatience. I just couldn't seem to connect the dots. I had confusion written all over my face. 

"It has everything to do with it." He murmured lowly, but it was loud enough for me to hear. What was he on about? What happened that night?

"Follow me." He went deeper  into the alley and I followed him. I didn't have a good feeling about this. But then again, I mostly never got any good feeling from anything around me. I was completely consumed by fear, emptiness, and heartache. The things that used to make me happy , don't anymore. 

I remember once, how passionate I was when it came to playing the guitar. I loved it. What made me love it even more was that Shawn loved it too. Which is why I couldn't play it anymore. I always ended up remembering him. I ended up remembering that night.

!!!Flashback:-

"You like it?" My eyes widened as I heard those three words come out his mouth. His voice was a perfect mixture of deep yet soft. It was music to my ears.

"Like what?" I asked as I tilted my head. I let my eyes roam around his face, studying his features. He was truly beautiful.

"The song I was playing." He smiled at me. He looked at me so intensely but not to the point where I was bothered by it. He was studying my features too.

"Yea it was beautiful. But maybe it'd be a little better if u used the E minor string and not the B one during the bridge." I said teasingly and I winked. He chuckled a bit making my heart fall down to my ass.

"You play the guitar?" His smile was so big that it made me smile. He was so amused by me for some reason.

"Yeah I do. I love music."