Don't try to change me

Part 16

My steps halted near a bench fixed in the bright green grass. My heart was beating abnormally, my lungs short of breath. My eyes were burning at the sight of a poor man killed brutally by the love of my life.

I wanted to scream out my anger... anger for loving Him. My heart became my own enemy. It was like stabbing in my own back making my own tears shed and my own body bleed.
I slouched down on the bench under the shade of big oak tree and cried out my feebleness.

I didn't know when but I felt two strong arms embraced me and I submissively hugged back.
I rested my head on his bare chest and inhaled his distinct aroma that penetrated my body.
His heart was beating like mine.....
Abnormally!!
He was just like me ... broken, ruined and messed up!!

I remained in that position soothing my heart, pacifying my body. My arms clasp around his waist my face buried into his sweaty chest. He wore a robe with front opened.The rise and fall of his chest was like my anti anxiety therapy.

I felt his heart beat back in rhythm .I didn't comprehend whether it was he who calmed me or me who calmed him. I only knew that we both needed each other.

After a good fifteen minutes his grip on me loosened and I retracted back from him facing him closely. The vicious Brand who was in the warehouse was gone. He had certain tranquility in his facial expressions. His serene eyes locked with my still eyes. He intertwined his fingers with mine.

"What were you doing in the warehouse babe?"
His voice was benign that echoed in my ears.
I wanted to respond back but words didn't get out of my mouth.

"I ..... I roamed around and happened to reach there" I mumbled uncertain of what I said.

He tucked my hair at the back of my ear and cupped my face. His harmonious face made the turbulent tides of my heart calm down. He smelled of weed, sweat and blood but I felt it celestial.
His dark brows showed his inner peace...the peace that I provided him.

"Yaya!!"
He called my name with so much love that I never heard it like that before.

"Hmm" I nodded him carelessly.

"Antonio and his mafia is very mad by his defeat and he retaliated more than I expected. He burnt one of my port, killed my several men and all the girls in my trafficking shipment from Middle East. And all this information was provided to Antonio by Steve"

He sighed and his face turned unreadable.

"I don't owe any explanation to anyone for what I do but I don't know why I m explaining this to you....perhaps I think you should know this"

Probably he didn't know why he explained me but I knew that. I knew he was concerned about me, about what I felt, about me being terrified by him.
Fuck!!!
That beautifully imperfect mobster was caring someone and that was me.

I nodded again and his dark brown eyes softened. He kissed my forehead gently that was the least gesture I expected from him. It was a kiss of sincerity and genuineness.

But one thing still rambled in my crazy mind. And my mouth just spat it out impulsively.

"Brand would you fuck Steve's daughter?"

He snickered slightly with his irresistible dimples that could heal all my wounds.

"No!! I won't"

He answered straight stroking his thumb making circles on my cheek. His answer made me feel more composed and collected. I held his hand and fondled it softly. My eyes interlocked with his.

"Then leave her...she is harmless"

I knew I was nobody to interfere with his business but I tried. I tried to protect that innocent girl who was guiltless. She wouldn't suffer of his father's commitments.