The Stolen Mafia Princess

I Want You

{Margo’s POV}

“Do you not want me to follow you?” Damon asked it, so simply, so bravely.

I wanted to be brave too, to tell him how I felt, to kiss him again the way I had in my room. “I-I..” I muttered the words nervously, my brave bravado faltering. “Damon..” I whispered his name, like it was a sin to even say it. “D*****!” I hissed.

He looked down at me, studying me, my emotions going between nervousness, fear, anger, and desire. “You’ve got a lot on your mind this morning..” he sighed, moving away from me.

I grabbed his baggy shirt and pulled it hard pulling him onto his knees in front of me. He looked at me, surprise written all over his face. “Damon..” I said, staring into his eyes. “I want you.. I need you!” I whimpered. “But you don’t understand, I’m not good enough for you!” I said, gently touching his face.

“What are you talking about Margo?” He said, shock rocking him to his core, I could see the way it pained him.

“I’m broken Damon.. nothing is going to fix the pieces of me that are shattered.. I’m not even a whole person. You.. you’re kind, and caring.. not just with me, but with all of your friends. For a while, I thought.. I really thought..” I trailed off, a single tear sliding down my cheek.

He reached up, wiping it away and bringing my face closer to his. “I want to be with you Margo.. I know I haven’t said it.. I know I should be running away with the way your brothers treat anyone who comes near you.. but I really want to be with you.” He smiled, that smile it broke something within me.

I sighed, pulling away from him. “Damon.. do you not see me? Do you not see the damage? I can’t drag you into my mess..” I said, turning to walk away from him.

He gripped my wrist and pulled me to his chest holding me tightly with both arms. “I see you, I see what you call broken, and I am amazed at the beautiful, strong, independent woman that you are!” He said, pulling my face closer to his. “Don’t you see?” He asked, throwing my words back in my face.

“It’s not that simple.. I can’t just be with you Damon.. it would change everything.. and Carter..” I sighed. “I care for him too.. but I don’t know.. I don’t know how to feel about anything..” I said softly looking down at the floor.

“So try it!” He said, my eyes shot up to look into his. “Try being with me, hell, try being with Carter!” He said, shocking me.

I shook my head, “No Damon.. that feels weird.. and wrong! I can’t be with both of you!” I said pulling away from him.

“Not like that Margo.. I meant..” he sighed. “Go on some dates with each of us.. see who you’d rather be with!”

“Are you asking me out Damon?” I asked, blushing softly.

{Damon’s POV}

“Are you asking me out Damon?” She asked, her face turning an adorable shade of red.

I remembered Angelo’s words.. “I know that both of you have a thing for my sister.. but you both need to back off. She’s been through enough! She doesn’t need a narcissistic playboy..” he said looking at Carter. “Or someone who often bails to go to god knows where for god knows how long!” He said turning back to me. “She needs a constant in her life, and for now, that’s our family! Do I make myself clear?” He asked, scanning both of us.

I sighed, pushing myself off the ground and turning back towards the house. “No.. I.. I can’t..” I said, walking back into the house. I knew I had upset her but Angelo was right.. I have a trip planned on Tuesday.. one that I’ll be gone on for a month.. I do just leave, and I can’t do that to her.. not in a serious relationship. It’s better I let her down now, and she be able to find someone else, someone to make her happy.

I passed Carter on the way in, and he grabbed my shoulder. “You made her cry!” I said through gritted teeth.

I turned to face him, my voice cold. “If you care about her, and I mean really care about her, you’ll leave her alone!” I said, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. “She’s fragile, and we’re not ones to handle things delicately! Both of us need to stay away from her, no matter how much it hurts, it’s for the best!”

He turned to face me, anger, resentment, and even hatred flared in his eyes. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I know..” he let out gruffly. “I know you’re right.. but I’ve never wanted anyone more than her..” he looked out, I turned and saw Margo running laps once again.

“Me either..” I said softly. “But you and I aren’t good for her.. she needs someone to make her feel special, and to not let their bulls*** into the relationship! She needs someone who can have their whole world revolve around her, with no outside pressure, or problems! She needs someone better than us!” I grunted out.

“I know.. I know you’re right.. but I fu***** hate seeing her cry..” he said, clenching his stomach. “She deserves to be happy.. more than any of us..” He turned to face me, his eyes still holding on to their anger. “I’ll stay away, as long as you do!” He said, holding his hand out.

I took his hand and shook it firmly. “Deal..” I said, turning and making my way back up to the guest room they gave me. I showered quickly and got dressed in a t-shirt, and black jeans. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it’s what’s best for her!