I WANT TO BE INSIDE YOUR DARKEST EVERYTHING.

Frida Kahlo.

Somebody was knocking at the door of Milano Veneziani's room insistently, while he was in the arms of Morpheus. Although the knocking still continued, the Italian was in the bed, just turning over with reluctance. Slowly waking up, he started to stretch in the bed, enjoying warmth of the evening sunset, which was getting in the room and enveloping his body pleasantly. Milano reached his hand in the hope to feel human warmth, but he found nobody. Was it really just a dream? Everything what happened to him since then? Is it true that Veronica left him? Is he really alone now?

But reaching his hand farther across his big double bed, Milano soon stretched to a soft, woman's erotic buttock, which was covered with a white sheet. He smiled at his find opening his emerald-green eyes. He exhaled hard. What a relief! Everything what happened wasn't just a dream! His Angel was really lying with him. A beautiful, pure Angel, who was sleeping and slowly breathing into her small pillow. Milano reached his hand to the Angel, touched her silky hair and whispered indistinctly. 'You have so silky hair.... like fur. Only real Angels can have such amazing hair! Only Angels...' He slowly began to unravel her dark gold curls and massage her head carefully. Veronica really looked relaxed: there was not a hint of sadness on her face, and she worried about nothing. She was happy.

'But how could I make anybody happy? I'm just like the Demon! And it's better not to have dealings with him!' Milano's thoughts haunted him and they got to his mind, giving him moral sorrow. Milano again felt lost, being with his goddess. But he didn't want to say it even to her.

Feeling tender scratching of her Demon's hand Veronica woke up immediately. She tried not to feel an extremely exhausting languor after sex, and she yawned without keeping her physical impulses; she didn't cover her mouth with the hand. She felt so good and decided to keep the manner until better times.

Veronica turned her head to Milano and saw his smile.  It was so radiant and bright, as if he wasn't the Demon, he was just a human with a kind heart and opened soul only for her.

"Did you sleep well, Angel?" Milano said, stroking the temple of Veronica and then her cheek with his thumb.

"Very good. How about you, my joy?" Veronica asked him with a smile, slowly passing her first finger over his wide nose and slightly pressing the end of his nose.

"You call me like this again! Why?" Milano wondered stiffly, because in his heart he knew that he wasn't perfect. And it would be better, if Veronica never touched on this subject. It would be better to keep it just as it was.

But Veronica didn't attach importance to the bad mood of Milano and pronounced what seemed to her opened in her during those days. But how could Veronica get so attached to Milano in a week? Did she really love him or was it just an attraction? The attraction that made her head swims?

"Because I love." It was her answer to the sudden question of Milano, and he immediately spat an oath, jumping out of bed and wrinkling his broad forehead.

"That is all boloney! Love doesn't exist in our world. You could think out something more interesting." He raged at Veronica, without looking at her body and slowly going to the window. He looked at the sunset, which showed him that colour of emotions for which the Italian was dead. He immediately turned his face towards the city, as the city resembled him. It was also stony and dark.

"Soon you will believe in love. The main thing, that it won't be late," Veronica confessed frankly, bending her head to her cold knees and being absorbed in her world of fantasy about a happy life with Milano.

"It is not happening!" Milano was going on to have his will. He didn't want to yield to Veronica any points on account of his feelings. He hadn't strong feelings, after all. There were only desire and passion. Did he probably deceive himself? Veronica? Or both of them? It was for him like to go through a purgatory or go through all circles of hell. It was too sore a trial.

"Then I'll die..." Veronica whispered suddenly, without any reaction to his tense tone, just continuing to hide her face under thick, chestnut hair. After this statement of Veronica, the Italian turned his head to her at once. He came to that bed's side, where the girl was sitting, and he caught her shoulders roughly. Veronica almost began to groan with pain.

"Add another word about a death, cara, and I swear, at this time I'll hit you. It will be my final decision." Milano was growling in a rage.

"Hit me! Hit! You already decided to try with me everything a long time ago, didn't you!? Is it anything new for you, yes?" Veronica raised her chin proudly, trying to show she was still angry with him, though her eyes were filled with tears.

"Do you expressly incite me to cruelty?" he raised his voice again, trying not to let his goddess go, while he was looking straight in the eyes of her sensitive nature.

"Yes!" Veronica answered him with vehemently, pursing her lips with indignation. She didn't want to show him her weakness again. However Milano saw her face, turned red from tears, and he immediately revised his behaviour concerning the girl. He loosened his grip with a painful sigh after her words.

"And you incite me to empathy," he ironically went on speaking with a smile at her so volatile temper.

"Yes..." Veronica answered him in a whisper, when the Italian bent his head to her crown and gave her a light-brushed kiss.

"My sweet witch!" He burst out laughing and clasped his goddess in his arms, shedding warm and caress. It was what Veronica missed, when Milano was rough with her. That's why Veronica came to the Italian and hugged him gently in retaliation for it.

"And you're a wizard." Veronica characterized him, looking at his naked muscles and stroking it with her palms up and down.

"Never tell me about death." Milano asked her, squeezing her palm in his hand. "Never...."

"Why? We're all dependent on it." Veronica uttered wisely, without realizing why had she touched upon this subject? Maybe because of her bad mood?

"Just don't speak about it. I already had the death in my life, and I don't want to experience it anymore..." Milano stopped talking, swallowing the tears in his soul. Veronica understood at once, that it would be better not to touch this subject again. Something gnaws at the Italian and he constantly fights with it. He can't tell her the truth yet. As yet...

'Give Milano time...' the inner voice quietly uttered to Veronica. 'Then you can help him... you can...'

Forgetting about the sad and emotional conversation with her Demon, Veronica gathered up his swarthy neck with her fingers to kiss it gently and to fill its smell. Milano hemmed in response to her actions, letting her dominate over him and his body. He was standing without moving for a long time, enjoying her caresses, until he embraced her with fervour in response. He pondered how wouldn't not to enjoy his dear Amazon favour and not to get her into his bed.

But a sudden knock came on the door, interrupting their ideal desires.

"Open the door, Mino. It's six o'clock in the evening. How long could you lie on your backs!?"

"It's Lucenzo," the Italian grinned, recognizing the voice of his brother. "I'll go downstairs, to the kitchen, and you put your clothes on and go downstairs too... It's time for dinner," he added, stroking Veronica's cheek again. He decided it was really necessary to eat.

"I even didn't cook a dinner. Did we sleep so much time?" She was shocked, replaying their rows and a fast sex, and also tiredness after such sex and total relaxation.

"Perhaps two or three hours. It's not much, Veronica."

"Milano, when you're at home do you have a good night's rest?" A sadden idea occurred to her, when Veronica remembered that morning in Pisa. There Milano woke up sweating all over and after waking up his behaviour was very strange and frightening. She didn't know what to think on account of his behaviour. What did her Demon hide? What? Veronica wanted so much to get around to Pandora's Box, which Milano concealed, to get around to his spiritual secrets, even if it could be her fatal mistake.

Veronica didn't think of the consequences. She just had a desire to assist him.

"I often have nightmares," Milano avowed reluctantly. "My brother doesn't hear my clamour, because the walls in my room strangle the sounds. Especially I would feel awkward, if Lucenzo became a witness of it," he said, mentioning about the features of his room. He didn't want to involve Lucenzo in his psychiatric disorders. He has his own problems.

"Now you won't have nightmares, only wonderful dreams. I promise." Veronica gave hope to Milano, looking intently in his green eyes and trying to help him to overcome his own problems.

"I hope for this..." Milano told Veronica with some distrust, when his goddess gave him the ocean of embraces again. But their calm was interrupted by Lucenzo again. He guessed that probably they didn't hear him. That's why he almost screamed.

"I don't want to wait so much time while you open the door, Milano!"

"Don't grumble. I'm coming." Milano snapped at his brother, still hugging Veronica.

"And let Veronica come. I missed her too," Lucenzo smiled, still staying behind the bedroom door of his brother and knowing how Milano would react to his words. Lucenzo wanted to tease him to rouse his feelings for Veronica.

When Veronica heard the words of Lucenzo, she even forced a laugh.

"Stop to cozy up to my girlfriend, or you'll get one in the eye." Milano threatened him, while he was going away from his goddess and starting to put on his dark jeans and black racerback.

"If you don't cozy up to my bribe, I won't cozy up to yours!" Lucenzo laughed, knowing about provocations of his brother and not losing out to him.

"It never happened, Lu." Milano took his hair down. "Don't argue."

"Then go out and get your butt to the kitchen!"

Veronica began to giggle again, listening to the conversation of two brothers.

"Mind your language, Lucenzo." Milano put his brother in his place. "A lady will live in our house."

"Sorry... I did forget myself." Lucenzo uttered, waiting for his brother and Veronica.

Having blown his goddess a kiss, Milano left the room. He followed to his brother, chatting about some personal things. The young men began to laugh, remembering their past funny things in the house of the Lascatti family and how they had disentangled themselves of them.

Thinking about her attachment to Milano, Veronica already knew, that she would live here, in the cottage of the Veneziani family. But the thought of meeting with Milano's parents worried her most of all. Will they approve of his choice? Will they realize in what state he finds himself? Will they recognize their grandchild? But what if Milano's parents will decide that Veronica expressly tempted him to get their money? But Veronica didn't care about money. She only wanted to be with her Demon.

She opened the suitcase and bags, which Pietro finally brought, starting to hang out her clothes in the wardrobe. She was glad that she took prefect clothes in the trip. Whoever would have thought she would have needed so many clothes and soon would have lived in the highest society? Her clothes weren't so chic to go to all social events, but Veronica had a consummate taste. Anyway, she was a modeler. It meant she couldn't worry that she would go out into the world in inappropriate clothes.

Putting on a chiffon dress, which colour was coral and white, Veronica looked in the mirror with a smile to see what she saw.

Yes. It was exactly what she needed. The summer dress, wiggle in the waist and with a flared skirt was ideal in this hot weather.

Going down the wooden stairs Veronica soon heard, how two brothers were loudly discussed something in the kitchen. Lucenzo was cooking supper, arguing with Milano. Milano was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed in front of him, reading the daily newspaper. He was so serious and calm and it amused Veronica a little. She knew Milano wore a mask only for other people. He was a passionate man for her, who didn't feel shy anything. He was almost an ideal man, and this 'almost' depended only on his arrogance.

When Veronica quietly came to Milano from behind his back, she was still watching the behaviour of two men. They were so alike and at the same time not, as if they weren't siblings. Milano was carefully reading news and muttering something, when Lucenzo was reading a lecture to him and trying to steer him onto the right path.

The men, of course, didn't notice how Veronica came on tiptoe to their kitchen; they were completely absorbed in their conversation. Veronica just kissed her Demon on his cheek, put her chin on his shoulder and gently put her arm round his neck.

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Author's Note: 2275 words

Copyright © OlgaGOA

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Guys, that was start of my sequel FIP! It's not the end of first chapter. Just part;)

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FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION 2 OST ♪: Coldplay - Trouble

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Lyrics:

Oh, no, I see
A spider web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I'd said,

Oh, no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
So I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

And I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.

Oh, no, I see
A spider web, and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here am I in my little bubble,
Singing out...

I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm.

They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me,
They spun a web for me.