Call Me Yours

Chapter 12 - Mafia Boss Beds

Mia
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I'd managed to convince Nico that I was deprived of oxygen and I might die if I have to spend another minute up in my room alone so he should take me outside. I'm pretty sure he only agreed because I was giving him a headache and he could tell I wouldn't shut up.
He was taking phone calls as he walked but I didn't care. I was majorly lacking vitamin D and I needed fresh air.

I led Nico around the back of the house where Dante had taken me, but he got distracted on the phone and before I knew it I turned around and he was gone. This was my first time being fully alone in forever. I almost felt like a bit of a rebel. I shrugged, it was Nico's fault for losing me. I continued following the path up to the bench on the hill.

As I approached I could see the back of someone already sat on the bench, I could tell instantly who that was. Nico hadn't mentioned that Dante was back.

"Dante?"

He didn't turn and I walked up to him, sitting beside him.

"Hey."

He turned to look at me but said nothing. He looked rough, he seemed as if he hadn't slept in forever and he looked heartbroken. I involuntarily wrapped my arm around him, trying to offer him some comfort. I completely let go off our slightly fucked up circumstances in the moment and my heart broke a little as he rested his head on my shoulder as if he was defeated.

This wasn't Dante at all. He didn't show weakness like this, he was tough and emotionless, yet right now that wasn't evident as he let me run my hand through his soft dark hair as he leaned on me for support.

He didn't mention the fact that I'd come out here alone, he seemed to be drowning in far bigger problems as he stared out across the hills behind the house, a view you'd never become bored of. I stayed quiet, letting him think while I tried my best to console him.

"Why are you still here?" He asked.
"Shh."
He lifted his head from my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

"Would you like to go home?" He asked, his voice sounded soft and broken and I wanted him to go back to his normal bitchy self, I couldn't deal with him looking so vulnerable, it didn't feel right.
"Tell me yes and I'll have Nico take you right now."

I couldn't tell you why I didn't say yes right there, maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome, maybe I was feeling something more than I should have for my kidnapper. But all I know is that I didn't speak. I returned his head to my shoulder and sat there with him for the longest time. I didn't care about anything right there. It felt like I was feeling his pain with him.

I glanced up at the sky as the clouds begun turning grey. It looked like there was about to be a huge storm that I did not want to get caught in in just my t shirt.

"Hey, come on, let's go inside it looks like it's about to rain."

He seemed as if he wasn't registering what I was saying.

I moved his head from my shoulder gently,
"Dante, hey, come on, come inside."

He looked at me blankly and followed me as I stood up, I led him inside and once I got upstairs I realised I'd never actually been in his room. He led me inside and the first thing I noticed was how it smelled just like him. I glanced over at the bed, which he had not made, maybe since he'd last been here, before all the stuff with his father. He walked over and sat on the side of bed before glancing over at me.

I stayed where I was, waiting for him to tell me to leave. He didn't say anything as he laid back, closing his eyes and resting his hand on his head as if he had a headache.

I could've left right there, and you could argue that I should've, but I wandered over to his bed, sitting beside him. I wasn't sure what I was doing but it was as if I was no longer in control, Stockholm Mia had taken over. Stockholm Mia caressed his face and watched his dark grey eyes flutter open before closing slowly and letting her continue. He seemed to have relaxed a little.

""Hey," I whispered "Do you want me to leave?"
I thought he'd say yes, he seemed to like his space, I'd never seen him here with a woman, nobody at all came in this room by the looks of it. And Dante was Dante, he wasn't soft like this in front of anyone.

He shook his head gently.

I must've had some effect on mafia bosses that made them soft in front of me. Dante relaxed as I laid beside him and played with his soft black locks, I wondered what kind of fancy Italian conditioner he used for his hair to feel like this. Before I knew it his breathing had become steady and I realised he was asleep. I laid beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. The light was still on in the room so I could see him perfectly. I'd never looked this closely at him but he really did seem flawless.

He had eyebrows that were shaped so beautifully that any girl would be jealous, I myself was envious of his thick dark lashes, I had about 2 eyelashes on each eyelid.
And his lips, I knew I should stop right there but my mind couldn't help but focus on his perfect lips. What was I doing? Somehow I didn't even want to tell myself to stop as I watched him sleep peacefully. He moved a little in his sleep and his head snuggled further into my arms. Wow, so he really did have a sweet side.

I tried not to think about any of the fucked up things going on in my life, or one in particular named Alessandro, as I laid with Dante in his silent room, listening only to the sound of his steady breathing. I glanced down at his face and watched his frown relaxing as I ran my thumb across his cheek.

I felt myself giving in to the comfort of his cosy bed and the warmth of his body against mine, and before I knew it I was joining him in a deep sleep.