Him.

She laid right there, infront of me, on my bed, sleeping peacefully. Her brown lustrous hair spread on the pillow and her lean and tall legs wrapped around the blanket, she slept like she owned the place, because she looked at peace.

lei era mia.

Being a mafia, I had seen people beg, cry and plead. But I had never seen someone get broken from inside,
She reminded me of myself from 10 years ago.
How I pretended to be a stone on the outside, that only magma could bother.
But on the inside I was like a broken shard of glass. How did I feel when I had to put a bullet to my birth giver's head, just because she dared to make a mistake known as love.

But I had to kill her for her sake. She was already like a capsized boat waiting to sink.

'Just because of her, my sister, I had to save her in anyway.'

Mother died, I killed her. No regrets because they raised me like my father.
This girl infront of me? I could hold her hand tightly and she would suffer a broken wrist, I'd kiss her hard? I'd leave a busted lip. But she had something in her eyes, something that made my blood boil everytime I thought about someone else having her.

True, I didn't want anyone to have her but I also couldn't let go of those eyes that would look at me with fire, to disobey me, to defy me. She had it, her eyes were like a secret to me but anger and pain were written in them. Defiance,  I hated it. With her eyes, I knew she wouldn't give up really easily, she wouldn't obey me. But there was something to her that made her different, someone who's not like everybody else, someone who lives up to thier passion: may it be people or hopes. And her voice, had a music to saintly.

While she stirred in her sleep. Evocation of yesterday was still crisp in my eyes and in my mind. Céline, had crossed a limit, a line. She had dared to disarray with my decision. A few months ago, she had been my paramour. She was fiesty, disobedient, not ready to give in to whatever I commanded. She was somewhat like a women I wanted by my side, but I could tell by looking at her, she disobeyed me only so that I could penalize her into my sexual frustration.
She was scared, she would easily get scared whenever I'd glare at her or even look at her for more than minute. She would demand Me money for her personal needs but she became my well-wisher when she helped me through my illness, once during a raid mission at one of my bases that had been occupied by some other mafia, I had been stabbed and had acquired a severe fever. She had been the one to treat me , to take care of me for several days, that's why she slowly started residing inside my mind, not my heart.

No one could, they weren't someone whom I could capture, but it felt like a first time when I looked at neffré, I didn't love her nor did she click to me in any personal way just that fact that she had a beautiful body and her long legs that lured me. She was the first women to make me feel like having her for me and only me. She wasn't scared of me, I could see that, she was the real fire I'd ever seen in a girl. The first time I saw her, she looked so unimpressed when she looked at me, i was almost shocked because I always had women with wide eyes following me. She fazed me somehow...somehow.

Getting up from the chair that laid beside the bed against the full sized window,  I picked up the liquor bottle and poured some in the glass and walked towards the window.
She moved and in a minute she sat straight up while holding her head.
"Hafta please get a bucket of coffee."
Her eyes were still closed while she mumbled little nonsense.

"I see you've gained your energy back."

In a second, she sat up straight while looking at me , wide eyed , flushed face and a pillow in her arm as if she was about to attack Me.

I could see her reflection from the glass as her flustered face turned to stoic and in an emotionless one. As she got up while saying ,
"You guessed correct, il genio."

A scoff from me as her brazeness had adversely affected me but somehow giving my temper an ice bath due to the Italian she spoke , I proceeded to talk as I turned around facing her .

"Last night you said that you gave in to me, doesn't seem like that this morning."

She turned around and walked right into me, Chest to chest. Her eyes had fire that she tried to bore in mine, while she spoke, 
"I don't give up. Whatever happened last night was my recklessness and my impulse, and that's never going to happen again."
The way she was, so nonchalant and so fearless, but I was enjoying this side of her for the first time. I found it amusing how she would get to angry, just like me.

I moved in closer , breathe to breathe.
While my hand moved on its own to gently lay back her hair behind her ear,
"I'd like that, I was already pissed at Céline for crying out like bitch ."
I said while grinding my teeth in annoyance.

"Oh well guess who bred them?"
Just like that she started walking towards the door.
She finally broke the chain to my patience when she said that. Heck her voice was laced in venom and sarcasm and I didn't like a bit.

Grabbing her arm and pulling her back , as I pushed her on the bed and got on top of her while trying to pin her hands , she was strugglesome, trying to get her in control while she wriggled and threw her hands and finally-
I kissed her roughly.

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