Wild One

Thirty-Four

Niccoló

I smirk, sliding my thumb out of her hot, warm mouth.

I don't think she knows just how tempting she looks right now. Like a little deer, frightened, but unwilling to run.

“You're insane,” She whispers.

“No, we're insane.”

I examine her face as she looks down. So beautiful, brown skin, plump lips, those gorgeous doe eyes hidden from me. She has freckles spattered on her nose, but you can them unless you're really close.

I love being this close to her, sharing the air she breathes. I think we're alot a like. She's messed up, and she's hidden it so long.

But not around me. It's hard to, because I'm so unapologetically insane, that it does no good, pretending.

Pretending to be normal. I

“Niccoló,” She whispers my name. Trying to excuse it. Explain it.

Why try?

“Shh,” I turn the lamp off, drowning us in darkness.

“I'm scared,” She breathes. “Scared of this. Scared of you. I don't know what I'm doing here anymore.”

“Don't you remember? You're here to burn me. To destroy me.”

“I don't think so, Niccoló. I think...”

I stop her. Because I know. But I don't wanna think about it right now. I want breathe her air, overdose on it, on her.

“I'll take you there.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you wanna go. But right now, I just want you.”

Her hands thread in my hair, and I know she's accepted my offer.

“Then come closer,” She says.

And I do. I get closer, as close as I can.

I know she's my ruin. But I don't mind. Everyone has to go, I'd rather be happy in my own misery.

***

I wake up, reluctantly, with Manon in my arms. I smile, brushing her curls to the side. She stirs, swatting me away, her nose crinkling.

Maybe I should call her bunny instead of kitten.

I kiss her head, sliding out from under her.

“Where are you going," She asks me groggily.

I freeze. “I have some business to take care of. Sleep gorgeous.”

Her face relaxes. She wasn't ever really up. Chuckling lowly, I slip out of the room before she can wake up and distract me.

God knows, I can't afford that this morning.

It's so odd, not being able to afford things.

I walk out the room where Angelo waits for me nervously.

“Capo, is she...?”

“She'll be fine. It's best she gets used to it now.”

The plan in is motion. Do I feel bad about the inevitable stress she will deal with? No. Yes. Maybe.

But even if she's just a woman I'm sleeping with it's better that she... experience this now instead of being caught off guard.

Of course, I'll do what I can to keep her safe. But as history shows that...well, it doesn't usually work out that way.

“Capo he's on the move,”

“Let's go. Control the situation from the outside, and the inside.”

“Yes, Capo.”

I sigh, fixing my tie. Show time.