✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited]
BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING
Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorde...
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ＷＨＥＬＶＥ (v.) to bury something deep; to hide
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His gaze was so cold yet so mysterious. His mesmerizing cyan blue eyes held so many secrets. Secrets that were yet to be unfolded. Ravenna felt herself being stripped under his hunting gaze which left her innocent mind haywired.
"Darle una possibilità fratello." Dante muttered as Rafael's remained on the innocent therapist who was yet to discover his deep secrets. { translation | give her a chance brother }
"Oh credimi, le daró la possibilita di farmi piacere." He evilly told Dante who instantly regretted bringing such an innocent and caring therapist to be played by the devil himself. { translation | oh believe me I will give her a chance to please me }
"Partire." Rafael ordered to Dante who looked at the therapist pitifully. { translation | leave }
"Dante partire." He repeated with more authority as Dante immediately nodded and left the disclosed walls of the office. As Ravenna was about to follow the lead of his brother, she was immediately halted in her place. He instantly wrapped his hand around her delicate wrist and pushed her back to his steel like front before securing his hands on her hips.
"Ms.Romano you were not allowed to leave." He whispered into her ear as she felt a unfamiliar sensation whirl in her womb.
"Mr.Rossi this is highly inappropriate." The therapist muttered in her velvety voice that made something in him light up after so long.
"Is it now?" He mockingly asked as he dug himself a place in the crook of her neck. Her vanilla fragrance made him hungry for more. He refused to touch women the way he had touched her. But, there was something different about her.
There was something different about this therapist as if she knew the dictatorial meaning of pain just as much as he knew it. Her soft skin and vanilla perfume left him feeling at home. A place he never had thought he would have discovered. He pulled away from her as he realized that she could never feel as much pain as he had felt.
"Ms.Romano leave and never come back." He coldly muttered as the the therapist felt disoriented due to his mood swings and bold moves.
"I'm sorry, but Mr.Rossi I'm here to listen." The kind therapist whispered in hopes of not upsetting the authoritative male in front of her.
"Listen to me?" He repeated while chuckling darkly. He shook his head before coming towards the intimidated therapist. Ravenna instantly regretted muttering anything as he leaned right down to her ear. His minty scotch like breathe travelled down her neck, setting goosebumps on her soft surface.
"You really think you could fix something that doesn't even exist?" He whispered into her ear as he was convincing her to give up and leave just like the others.
"What do you mean?" Ravenna asked as she was short of breathe. He smirked pulling away from her tantalizing figured that shot the vibe of rainbows and heavens.
"Ms.Romano you are a heart carpenter and I just happened to not have one for you to mend." Rafael informed her as he shrug his shoulders before turning around to retrieve to his desk.
As he turned around, he was stopped as the soft hand of the therapist wrapped around his huge wrist. He instantly turned around with a stern face as she bit her bottom lip nervously.
She quietly moved in front of him before raising his hand over his pumping organ. She smiled as she heard his soft heartbeats rubbing against his steel like chest.
"You do. Feel it for yourself." She whispered like honey was dripping out of her serene lips. Her azure blue orbs that were just as calm as the ocean met his cyan blue that held so much hate and pain. He had never let anyone this close to him and she was trying to heal him with her loving aurora without any hassle. He felt himself grow frustrated at how calm and loving she could be when all he was doing was provoking her to give up on him, just how others had done.
"It's there just to keep my dead soul alive." He barked as she bit on her plump bottom lip once again.
"Well then why don't you let me make your dead soul alive again." Ravenna questioned nervous to know the answer.
"Because you can't bring those who are gone back from the dead." He muttered back expressionless. She took a deep breathe as she thought through his intricate response.
"Well maybe not, but we can keep them alive through our moments with them." The kindness dripped out of her as if it was free for anyone to feed on as they willed.
"Well not if those moments bring back nothing, but pain." He growled, pulling his hand away from her soft one.
"Leave right now." He barked as Ravenna felt herself grow intimidated under his presence.
"We can work on those moments together." She whispered in hopes of crumbling his walls.
"No, we would not." He growled as he felt him grow frustrated at her effortless attempts at entering his world of memories.
As she didn't move from her place, he decided to take the matter in his hands. Grabbing her harshly by her arm, he pulled her towards the exit. She winced in pain as he opened the heavy doors of the office. Pushing her out of his office, he closed the doors behind with a sudden bang. Ravenna stood there startled facing the now closed doors of the room.
"Ravenna." Dante called out as he approached her shocked figure.
"Are you okay?" He questioned before examining her head to toe for any disorientations. He knew his brother had blood of many people on his hands, but he also knew he wouldn't harm someone as innocent as her.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you how intimidating he could be." He muttered as she finally pulled her gaze away from the closed doors.
"It's fine Dante. He is definitely a lot broken than I thought." She muttered as Dante smiled at her sadly.
"I'll try my best though." She added as Dante admired her pure intentions.
"I know you will." He whispered as she looked back at the closed doors that she had to tackle down before mending his broken heart with her delicate love.
