What Belongs To Me
1074 Words
ANTONIO
I pulled the trigger again and again until my gun went silent.
I stared at the bloodied mess, which was once the man who thought he could take away my Fiore’s innocence.
My lips crept into a smile as I looked at the walls, which were now covered with his blood.
I reached over and unclasped the chain, which was on his neck.
Proof that no one touches what's mine.
The door creaked open, and Lucas walked in looking dishevelled. His clothes were stained with an unholy amount of blood.
He handed me a bloodstained scarf, a smile playing on his lips.
I nodded in silent approval and gestured towards the door.
He opened it and led me to the courtyard, there I saw the body.
"Clean it up, thoroughly," I said, and with that, I spun on my heels.
I planned to go to Fiore’s room to give her the gifts I had in hand.
I slowed when I passed the mirror at the end of the corridor.
Blood streaked my jaw. Dried on my hands. My shirt was ruined, clinging to me, heavy and dark.
I stared for a second longer than necessary.
This was what I looked like after doing what needed to be done.
I wiped at my face with the back of my hand, smearing it instead of cleaning it.
Good enough.
If I went to her like this, she would smell it before she saw it.
The thought settled low in my chest.
I turned away from the mirror, my eyes cast on her bedroom door.
I would wash the blood off now.
Fiore did not need to see this. violence was mine, fear was hers.
I walked back to my room, stepping out of my clothes. I took a shower to scrub the blood off.
Everything always came back to her.
I stepped out of the bathroom after being sure I was clean.
My maid had already laid my new set of freshly cleaned clothes on the bed.
The sun had already begun to creep out of the horizon, I looked at the courtyard through the window.
My men had already moved the bodies to dispose of them. I looked at the clock it was just 5am.
While I dressed up, my brushed over the marks Fiore had made while digging her fingers into my shoulders last night.
Her scent came to memory, so did her frantic gasps and moans.
She was mine alone, even if she resisted it.
I left my room and headed toward hers, the gifts I got her were in my pocket.
I cracked the door open and there she was, still fast asleep.
The way her hair fell on her pillow... it belonged to my hands, not anyone else's.
Her scent filled the room hitting my nostrils as I took a deep breath.
I knew she wouldn't wake for hours, but when she did. She was going to find me waiting.
I closed the door and headed towards my study to kill time and handle some urgent matters.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Come in", I said.
It was Lucas, he walked into my office with his hands behind him.
I lifted my eyebrow.
"Sir, we've disposed of the body as you asked by placing them at their loved one's homes..", he paused.
I nodded calmly, urging him to continue.
"But sir... I looked into those spies who infiltrated our base as you asked. They're from La Mano Nera sent by Don Paolo himself", he finished.
My fist landed on the desk harshly sending splinters flying everywhere.
"Anything else?", I asked, my jaw clenched.
He nodded.
"Our Intel tells us the Don...", he hesitated.
"Speak!"
"The Don wants her sir! Apparently he had been tailing her back in New York and now he has his eyes set on her. He might make a move soon... Should we wage war?", he asked.
I shook my head.
"No. It's better to let the fool himself walk into my den, then when I destroy him the other families will kill whatever plans they may have had to obtain what's mine"
"Keep me updated", I added.
He nodded and left the room.
I was alone again, some rays of the sun shone through the window.
Fiore should be up by now.
I listened out for the faint chatter and footsteps coming from the hallway, the maids were awake as well.
I stood from my seat, opened the door and stood in the hallway.
When the maids caught sight of me as they scurried away from Fiore’s room, they bowed deeply.
"S–Sir, the lady is not in a good mood", she muttered.
I smirked, waving a hand to dismiss them.
They left.
I went towards her room and opened the door, her expression was sour.
She turned her head towards my direction, she looked at me like she hated me.
I smiled at that.
Hate meant she still belonged to me.
"What do you want?", she asked her tone clipped, sharp enough to wound.
I walked towards her slowly, she tucked her hair behind her ear refusing to meet my gaze but her heart betrayed her.
Her breath caught as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress.
Fiore hated me, but her body broke for me in ways she would never admit.
I had closed the gap between us, leaning lazily over her as my arms were on either side of her as she sat on to bed.
"To see what's mine", I murmured against her ear, her fingers gripped the sheets slightly. She drew in a quick, shallow breath. I could hear it.
"N–No", she stammered unable to form words.
Her eyes snapped to mine for a fleeting second– anger... and something else. Something raw and unwilling. Desire.
I leaned just a fraction closer, she flinched but didn't back away. She was waiting for me to make a move.
And I never planned to.
Not yet.
Ah. Fiore, the more she resisted, the more she belonged to me
She was going to have to break and beg for it before I fulfilled her dark desires.
A knock sounded on the door.
I didn't move
"Speak", I said, my eyes still trained on Fiore.
"Sir... what you asked me to update you on"
I whirled around abruptly.
"He's on his way sir. Don Paolo is coming for her", he swallowed.
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