Marco

This one is with some smut, be aware.

The beat of the song makes me shiver. It's deep, loud, and slightly obnoxious; like most of the people gathered here tonight. I had too much to drink. Colourful neon lights are reflecting in the silver tray with the cocaine in front of me.

I look at the white powder, then at the men around the table eying me strangely, at Rosangela, and in the end at the girl holding the apple and bouncing her big breasts impatiently.

Rosangela smirks.

"Avanti, cowboy/ Go ahead, cowboy," she says, laughing.

"Non essere una puttana, non stai aiutando./ Don't be a bitch; you are not helping," I answer.

"Neanch'io intendo, questo è semplicemente troppo divertente da guardare./ Neither am I intending. This is just too fun to watch."

She sees how uncomfortable I am and just laughs in genuine amusement.

I sigh and remove as tactfully as possible the hands of the girl that is sitting on my lap from my crotch. I would roll my eyes if that would not be so contra-productive.

"Puoi per favore allontanarti? Grazie/ Can you please step away? Thank you," I tell her. She just pouts but doesn't move.

"Ora./ Now," I insist using a harsher tone and she finally stands up and walks away.

Lorenzo wants me to get this deal to prove my worth. This is a challenge and he knows it because he seemingly studied what I like and what I don't, most of all. It's probably all in that folder beginning with how I like my coffee and ending with how, why, and in what way I am damaged. That must be a long chapter, I guess.

These are mostly lower-ranking criminals that need to be kept in check. I bet Lorenzo is pretty disgusted and finds it tedious to deal with them too. Ok, let's get this over with; it makes me nervous to leave Roxi there alone for too long after what happened this morning.

I have to channel my inner Stefano. Stefano is so good at these things: being social with people who are really not pleasant, sniffing stuff, drinking heavily, banging one or two strippers, and making people like him. It's his element, while I feel terribly uncomfortable and misplaced, not that it matters... 

I have always avoided doing drugs. I hate it when I am not in control, but this time, I have to be likeable and relatable so that these people trust me. They have to view me as one of their own.

Faking a smile, I bow down to sniff one line and push the silver tablet further.

God damn it, the shit is strong. It is going to be a... complicated night.

"Non muoverti!/ Don't move," I tell the girl holding the apple. I close my eyes, take the pistol out and shoot.

Some shrieks, a few gasps and screams, and then cheering. Homerun. Even the girl smiles and cheers. Idiot. She should be frightened.

A few glasses of whiskey and annoying chats about drugs and money later I can leave this place, and they are pleased. I can see it on their faces. I successfully pulled a Stefano tonight but I feel a headache building up, and my gaze is cloudy. It was for the greater good, so just suffer through it, Marco.

You are also high and should not act on any impulses. The effect will surely last at least another hour and it feels quite bad. 

The driver has to remind me that we arrived because I was so engulfed in strange memories that I didn't acknowledge that the motor was turned off.

In my quite vivid daydreams, I kept seeing Anabella and Stefano. She was frightened and he was screaming. I need to talk to Yamato. My fingers are clenching on the necklace that I appended the needle to, to not lose it. I need to find whoever did that. Why did you have to be so horrible, Stefano? Roxi had nothing to do with it.

I really wanted to make my peace with him after I found the criminal but now it feels so difficult. It feels difficult to accept that he is so terrible sometimes. Not that I am a saint but I don't find joy in these things, it's just a duty I got used to. And Anabella, even among the mob families, it's a major dishonour to murder children.

It's past midnight. On the way to my suite, I get distracted by the sounds of the night, the colours of the veins in the marble, and several other things. I am high as a fucking kite.

A familiar song is playing in my room, and seeps through the door. How weird. Is it real?

I open the door carefully not knowing what Roxi is doing. Yes, Roxi should be here. Hopefully. What if not? Fuck.

There is still this song resonating in the room and in my head.

It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?

A few small lights are on in the room and it gives it a pleasant allure. A nice but faint smell is in the air and this song is everywhere. Am I imagining it?

Do you want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?

Roxi is lying in bed on top of the covers dressed only in underwear and a shirt of mine. Oh shit...

She is here but, oh shit...

I forgot to buy her a damn pyjama and this seems to be my last rational thought because my gaze wanders shamelessly on her. It's a beautiful image that I would like to remember, the way the light colours her skin and her hair draws shadows on her shoulders and face and then the way she looks at me and... smiles.

Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.

"Hey, you are back," she says, stands up and walks over while I can't say anything. I am just looking at her smile, at the way her lips curve. They have such a pleasant colour and shape. The smile is beautiful and somehow odd. It's not the same may she smiled when we were at the beach, when you could read all the emotions in her so clearly. This time it's murky and confusing like deep waters. 

"Roxi, I..." but the words die on my lips because she does not stop where I thought she would, where she is supposed to. Unlike before, she comes close, too close, and gets on her tiptoes to put her elbows on my shoulder and caress my face.

Close, too close. I can feel her scent. I think it's magnolia and roses under something sunny and incredibly tempting.

"I am happy that you are back," she says and presses her lips lightly on my cheek. It raises goosebumps on my skin. 

Too close. Strange. Wrong but so good.

"Roxi, I am drunk and high and I really don't want to do anything to you that might be traumatizing or unpleasant. So..."

"So?"

Something is wrong here because she looks me in the eyes and I am not sure what I see there but it's frightening me a bit, like the fact that her lips are only centimetres apart from mine and her fingers draw lines on my skin.

"So, please stay away from me. Far, far away till tomorrow."

Her fingernails on my skin make it difficult to concentrate. Is that on purpose? Is that even real?

"What if I don't want to? You said I always have a choice with you. And I chose this," she says moving her lips slowly over mine. I bite my teeth together and inhale sharply to not reciprocate but then she tugs with her teeth at my lower lip and... oh shit.

If I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,

"Ah cazzo..." I mutter while I can't help giving in to the kiss, not slow as I should but deep and wild, while I move my hands below the shirt on her exposed abdomen and along her spine in long needy caresses and push my tongue into her mouth quite rudely.

"That... is a swear word, as far as I know."

"Aha. And that happens to be a song I really like."

"Me too..." she says and something flickers in her gaze.

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

She smiles in the kiss and moves her palms on my chest to unbutton my shirt. I am so fascinated by the way she feels, smells, and most of all tastes that I let everything happen. And I am high, so so high. And this is wrong, so, so wrong.

I. Have. To. Stop.

With the last spark of willpower, I push my eyes shut, clench my fist, and back off.

"Please. I can't do this right now. It's not right," I say walking away and sitting down on the carpet a few meters away leaning against the bed headboard. The texture of the carpet feels interesting under my fingertips.

Oh, Marco, you are so, so high.

She just keeps smiling and sits down by my side propping her chin on my knee.

The light in the room suits her. She looks so pretty, with slightly rosy cheeks and dishevelled hair.

"I thought you liked me."

Oh, Marco, you are so, so fucked.

"I do, that's why I don't... want this to be now. Now is a bad, bad moment."

"Why would it be? What do you feel?"

"Sensorial overload," I sigh. 

"That does not sound so bad," she answers, smirking. "Lean back." She continues pushing me down on the carpet. I am slightly disturbed and don't resist. I should have but now it's too late because I feel the heat and weight of her body over mine and it's too pleasant to do something about it.

It's hard to breathe when I feel her undoing my belt and continuing the long lazy kiss down my neck and my chest.

Shit.

"Stop it. Why do you do this?" I pant and the tone of these very words is proof of how much I like it. 

"Because I want to please you." Her tongue traces my jay line and she bites slightly onto my chin. I hiss, out of control. 

"That... Shouldn't ...be the reason."

"It's okay, relax. I am fully aware of what I am doing and you seem to enjoy it," she says smirking devilishly and pressing a kiss over my erection that I can feel deeply even if the fabric of the underwear is between me and her lips.

"Gesù Cristo in cielo! Please.../ Jesus Christ in heaven! Please..."

My head is pounding and so are other parts of my body, the music is swirling in my ears and my brain and it feels like time stretches and my will is deemed weak and completely useless and submitted to her touch on my skin.

C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

"Please what, Don Marco?"

"Please ..." And I forget what I wanted to say when she lifts the band of the underwear and licks on me in one long stroke.

I can feel my own too-loud heartbeats in my head and the chords of the song in my blood, C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling, let me steal this moment for you...

The heat is unbearable, the strokes of her tongue are burning and maddening and the stretching time, the sounds, the context and the contact feel so brain-melting good.

"P..." This little futile effort to say something is blocked by her fingers on my lips and her thumb in my mouth. I can't help tracing it with my tongue and biting slightly on it while I feel myself pulsating and cumming into her mouth. It feels like a shockwave reverberating through my body.

She kisses her way back up and nests her head in the crook of my neck. It's probably the best feeling in the world would it not be so controversial to enjoy and would I not feel so lost and somehow tired, so, so tired...

"Why did you do this?" I whisper.

"Because I want to ask you a favour."

"What favour?" My eyelids are heavy, so heavy.

"I want you to kill The White Russian for me," she says in a calm steady voice.

"Who is that?" My whole body is lead-heavy.

"The guy that destroyed my life and my family".

"Okay, I am yours to command," I say weakly before everything turns dark.

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Roxi was a naughty, naughty girl. 😂
Thoughts?

And the song, for people much younger than me that don't know it. :D

https://youtu.be/x5GuBa4Bbnw