Letters To The Mafia Don

XVII

It was beautiful, the most beautiful view I had ever seen. The hill was more of a mountain, filled with greenery and trees planted with a twenty foot gap between each tree, stones had started to fill my shoes the closer we were to the top of the mountain but that didn't make it any less beautiful. "Wow. Just wow." I muttered in awe. 

"Do you like it?" Julian asked. 

"I love it. It's so beautiful."

"Yes it is." He breathed next to me. I lifted my head towards him and met his eyes that hadn't looked away from me since we made it to the top. "It is so very beautiful." His voice lowered an octave and his eyes darkened as I began to blush. I cleared my throat and turned away. 

"What are we doing now?" I asked, stepping away from him so I could breath without inhaling his delicious scent. 

"We are going to sit here and just listen to the wind rustle through the trees." There were only two trees on top of the mountain and they were stood only a few feet away from each other. My feet moved on their own and didn't stop until I was under the tree, I sat down on the grass to save myself from getting stones in my underwear. 

"It really is a gorgeous view." I spoke in amazement. "I've never seen anything like it before." 

"It's overwhelming the first time but once you come here regularly it just becomes peaceful, you feel like you can finally breathe." He explained when he sat down under the tree next to mine.

"A mafia man with a soft side." I say with a soft laugh. "I never thought I would meet one of those." 

"It's only for you." I felt my insides blush but I stopped it before it showed on my outside. 

"What do you like about this place?"

"My papà used to bring me up here when I was piccolo ragazzo. He used to tell me, 'Figlio, quando incontri la donna dei tuoi sogni, portala in questo posto e guarda la cosa più bella che vedi', which just translates to when I meet the right woman to bring her up here and look at the most beautiful thing I see. That's what I did." [Dad... Little boy... Son, when you meet the woman of your dreams, bring her to this place and look at the most beautiful thing you see.]  

"Who did you bring up here?"

"You. I brought you up here and I looked at the most beautiful thing I saw and I'm still doing it now." His voice lowered with a hint of huskiness, our eyes met and the whole world stopped. It was cliché but it was like we were the only two people in the world, the cars on the road below were no longer audible, the only sound around us were the trees rustling in the wind and the sound of my heavy, anticipating breath. 

"Just me?" My voice was filled with desire, I could hear the change.

"Just you. Only you, Charlotte." The way my name rolled off his tongue with a trill made a pool of desire fill my underwear. He pushed himself off from the floor and stalked over to my side, his strides grew longer and more determined. His hand was held out in front of me, asking for my permission to grant his wish. I happily took his hand and shakily stood in front of him, my hands wandering away not know what to do with them until my knees gave out from the adrenaline in my body. My hands reached out and grabbed onto his cotton white t-shirt, I could feel every bump and ripple on his torso through his shirt. "Mio Dio, you're beautiful." [My God]  

His gaze was mixing with mine, a slight burn was travelling through my body making my toes curl at the zap between us. "You know, I was thinking, maybe we could-" A raindrop. Just one raindrop before a million other raindrops began to fall from the clouds. "Shit!" I yell. 

Julian strips from his jacket and holds it out for me to take. "Here, take this!" He shouted over the loud patter of the rain drops. I shook my head and stood up against the tree. "Charlotte just take the jacket!" 

"No! You'll catch a cold if you don't wear it!" He pulls the jacket back on and steps closer towards me, so close that he was towering over me and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. 

"You're so difficult." 

"I know. But I would be boring if I wasn't." And that was when the rain become silent, I could still feel it just not hear it. Julian's body moved closer towards mine, I could almost feel the racing of his heart against mine. "Julian, maybe we should-"

"Yeah, maybe we should." His face inched closer to mine, the tip of his nose brushed mine. 

"Jul-" I harshly inhaled just before his lips claimed mine. The rain fell over us and dripped from the tree leaves, water filled my mouth with each move of our mouths. His lips covered mine with heat, they wouldn't let go and I didn't want them to either. I didn't know it until now, but I had been waiting for this ever since I met him. 

Screw the kidnapping, screw the fact that he was a Mafia boss, screw that I work as a psychologist for criminals and that he was a criminal. This is what should have happened ever since I met him. The zing had always been there, it would always be there and there was nothing either of us could do about it. But I knew it had to end. 

"Julian," I breathed as I pushed at his chest, I only realised that it had stopped raining when Julians body was encased against mine, "we can't- we can't do this." 

"Why not?" His words were as breathless as mine. His brows furrowed tightly together creating a 'v' in the middle of his eyes making him look sexy as water dripped from the tip of his nose. 

"Because we can't. Julian we're polar opposites, it will never work. You have to let me go home."

"But our deal-"

"I know." I interrupted. "But, I have my own life, I can't be around a criminal when I work for the police."

"But not for long, it's a few more months-"

"They might offer me a position after I graduate." 

"But-"

"Julian, no. This," I motion between us, "this will never happen. Ever." His features grew hard and cold, his face was no longer confused or filled with lust, it was rage. 

"Fine. You'll be out by morning."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. After today, I never want to hear from you again, not even if you're in trouble. I won't reach out for you and you won't reach out for me, polar opposites can't communicate very well." 

"Julian-" He held his hand in front of my face and the words clogged up behind the lump in my throat. 

"Save it, Charlotte." He stepped away from me and the cold air hit my body at full force. "I hope you can find your own way home, try not to bump into any Russian Mafia men." 

And that was when I realised I had just made a huge mistake. 

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