LOST ROSE

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-Bella's POV-

"T-Tattoo?" I gulped, glancing at him. He looked so hot, driving with a smirk at the thought of forcing me to tattoo something on my body.

But why so sudden? Everything seemed normal about him a while ago, after we said our goodbyes to the others. And now, only both of us inside the car, he seems angry and annoyed. Kind of ...jealous?

No. f*****g. Way.

"Yes. You'll get a tattoo, princess." He said, winking at me then quickly focusing on the road again. I let out a shaky sigh, then took a deep breath, admiring his attractive side profile.

"Where? Why? When?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Only for me to see, but if someone else sees it, then you're probably not my princess anymore. Although I'll kill you if you even dare to look at someone, just the way you're looking at me." He said in a serious tone, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes so dark and his lips so dry.

"You asked why? Because you're mine, dear Bella. I want others to know it too and they'll know it as soon as they see the tattoo."

"And we're heading there now. It's where I got my tattoo." He sighed. He was driving so crazily and dangerously.

His Tattoo. I looked at his arm, but he was wearing a coat and again these leather gloves, hiding his scars. I don't even dare to ask him. I'll break the first rule. His family didn't see his scars and tattoo, today in the morning, he was wearing them again.

And if you're asking me how he fingered me ...oh well, of course, he was wearing his leather gloves, duh.

But with another sort. He had all sorts of gloves. All kind of different ones.

And you see, I love breaking rules.

"Is there a meaning behind that tattoo in your arm? And the scars? What's with the leather gloves?" I asked, not feeling afraid at all.

"Bella. Don't. Don't ask. You're breaking the 1st rule. So please...don't." He said in a shaky, scary tone and I gulped.

"Why? Why can't I ask?" I glanced at him and he took a deep breath.

"Bella!" He gritted his teeth whole I started screaming when he started picking up speed.

I nearly died in that car. But so did Antonio's ears.

He stopped the car and unsettled his seatbelt, attacking my lips suddenly, kissing me hungrily. I pursed my lips when he pulled back, panting. That was a short kiss, but gosh ...what a thirsty short kiss it was.

"The lost rose. You're my lost rose. The scars are from cleaning the thorns with my bare hands, but that lost rose, I cleaned it with leather gloves." He said, showing me his hands with an expression filled with fear.

"But I lost it." He let out helplessly.

"After I lost my rose, I started cleaning the thorns with my bare hands." He looked at me with a sad smile, then caressed my cheek, narrowing his brown eyes, searching for my green ones. He huffed.

"Damn you, Bella. No one knows about my secrets. But look what you're doing to me. I found you in the restaurant, my dear lost rose. Ah, just look at me, answering your questions instead of already killing you for asking them. You ...break rules. I just hope you won't dare to break another one. I won't be able to forgive you." He said, still caressing my cheek softly while looking deeply into my eyes.

But he then stopped caressing my cheek and looked at me with a begging face, yet showing so much sadness. I froze. Not like, froze, I was just focusing on every move he made, on his mysterious dark brown eyes and on his words.

I was trying so hard to understand him. To kind of get what he meant by 'Lost rose'. I broke one rule and now regret it so much, seeing his reaction. I never saw this side of his, looking so weak, but most of all really sad.

"You won't hurt me, right?" He asked me. That...I couldn't answer. I felt like something was stopping me. Like, it was better to keep my mouth shut.

"Please...don't hurt me. Ever. Please. Don't disappoint me." He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, lowering down till he reached the corner of my mouth, biting my lower lip before kissing me.

I couldn't answer his kiss. I had to. I pushed myself to do it. I forced myself to kiss him. But still, I felt so miserable and horrible. So I decided to not kiss him back.

Maybe because I asked? Maybe it was because I was surprised by his answers, I was impressed and really amazed. Maybe because I saw his sad eyes, the look in his eyes, his hands and lips trembling as he spoke.

I couldn't read him. Although it was obvious. He was disappointed a lot. Regretted a lot. He was hurt, but also hurt a lot. He needed someone to show him, love. To give him love.

Maybe I couldn't answer and say something because I was afraid to say something wrong, to look selfish after answering his so lovely and desperate kiss.

Or maybe it was because I started to fall for him.

I met a lot of people in my life. Like, in the restaurant. But he's just someone, who attracts you to him, pulls you to him. He is mysterious.

I still remember the day we first met. When our eyes locked. I was speechless. I felt like I was suffocating when he looked so intensely at me.

Roses. Roses and roses. Red roses. I'll always hate them. But he loves them more than anything. That...I already know it.

I am asking myself if his scars can be healed? He said that he'll stop going on dates since he already found his princess. But will he be able to stop?

He seemed to have a lot of fun, talking and flirting with the girls at that party earlier. I felt jealous. Kinda. Yes. Who wouldn't?

I looked at him, he looked at me but looked so touched when a girl complimented him. His scent. And I never complimented him.

I am curious. Of course, I am. This curiosity is killing me. It'll haunt me. I need to know what he means by the lost rose. I am the lost rose? How even? He's so complicated.

I'll never forget Antonio's soft smile when Ronaldo turned me around, following the music. Antonio had his eyebrow raised, raising his glass with wine when I giggled. Yeah, I was dancing with Ronaldo, but I had my eyes on Ronaldo, wanting to dance with him instead of Ronaldo.

But then Ronaldo told me something.

"Take care of him. He grew up all alone. His parents passed away. No, more like his mother got killed by her own parent's hands. Antonio's father committed suicide after his wife died. Antonio mistakes love. Be careful. He could mistake love, never experienced real love. We are like brothers to him. Like a family. But he needs the love, that kind of love I am sure you know I am talking about."

I'll show him a different love. I'll take care of him. I'll be there for him. I'll never leave him.

I...I'll love him.

I hate him.

He really brought me here! And now he's sitting there, smirking at me amusingly. We were waiting for the guy to come.

"Where am I getting the tattoo?" I asked with crossed arms, glaring at him.

"Under your titties. Maybe above your pussy." He said I rolled my eyes. But then I got startled when he got excited about it.

"Oh, no wait! It'll look really hot if it's tattooed on your back. You know, I kinda could run my hands there and f**k you from behind.-" He wiggled his eyebrows.

What the f**k?

"Ah, no! I mean, it could be tattooed on your collarbone or neck. I could leave sweet kisses and hickeys there. Maybe behind your ear-"

Uff!

"Boy, I won't get my whole body tattooed with something I clearly hate and AM ALLERGIC TO!" I yelled at him.

Now the excited Antonio disappeared. Beside me was a confused one, so deeply in his thoughts.

"I know where." He clicked his tongue and I looked suspiciously at him.

So...between my thighs it was. More like under my pus- uh, forget it. It was roses. Not surprised. Not amazed. Not impressed. Nothing. Just pain. A pain ...in the ass.

"A rose tattoo and my name. That'll be enough for everyone to know that you're mine, princess."