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Justin Bieber ~ Come Around Me.

Her green eyes sparkle with a glint of amusement as she stares at me. The numbing pain in my arm has completely vanished and I'm able to move it again. She pulls her robe over to her shoulder properly before strutting over to where I stood. My eyes follow her every move. So feline, the way she strides like the world stops just for her to walk. Maybe it's my mind or she's walking in slow motion but when she gets to my side she bends to pick a few pebbles off the ground and starts skipping them over the lake. She eyes me from the side. "What do you think, Mr. Dimitri?"

A daunting smirk plays on my lips. Her voice is soft and tender despite the way she tries to make it sound all tough and gruff. Her body shivers as the wind blows once again. Reflexively I take my coat from my shoulder and drape it over her shoulders. She looks down, her hair falls over her shoulder. One would think her body won't be able to turn any more pink than it is already but it does, reaching up to her face. She tries to hide it with her auburn hair but it only makes it more visible and glaring.

"Thanks" She mumbles and I nod, dipping my hands into my pockets. I stare down at her. It dawned on me that the heels were the reason for her impressive height. She is tall but not as tall as I am. I normally don't love tall women, short women are cute and sweet. Like Katarina.

They are so fragile and delicate and it makes you wanna protect them forever but looking at Davinia up close...... She doesn't look like she needs protecting with her head held up high and her crescent-edged eyes twinkling with mischief and adventure with a bit of torture.

"I say you'd make a perfect bride for me, Miss Lucchesse" I muse. She sends me a quick glance before returning to her lake skipping. "What about you, Mr. Dimitri?."

I arched an eyebrow. "What about me?"

She throws the last stone which skips the surface of the mirror-clear lake before sinking. Her attention sets fully on me now. Forest green eyes peer up at me with curiosity. "Do you want to get married to me? And why?" her face sets in a cool expression like she's having a casual business proposal talk with me.

I leaned down at her. Our foreheads almost touching. She didn't flinch from the contact, she didn't even blink, just stared ahead, waiting for my response. I smirk at her.

"I'm growing old and the Odessa needs an heir" I whisper my answer like it's a sacred secret no one else must hear about. Her expression didn't change nor did it falter. "What's in it for me then?" She throws back immediately.

My shoulders rise and drop in a lazy shrug. "You're getting married to the Boss of the most powerful Mafia in history, what else could you ask for?"

She snorts. Another weird habit that I totally thought I would not find cute but here I am trying to hide the smile on my face at how cute her snort is. Instead, my head tilts to the side, coaxing her. Her eyes slid back to the lake before sliding back to me.

She pulls my coat tighter to her body. "In case you've forgotten, Mr. Dimitri" She begins. "The Italian mafia is doing well and if you're not careful we'll be taking the most powerful mafia rank away from you" she shoots back but her voice sounded anything but pissed or angry.

"I see that you run the organization really nice but what do you do when your subs start to pull out?" I sent her a smug look.
"And by the looks of it, they've started planning to pull out. No matter what you do, the world isn't fair. Pride won't let them work under your control" my gaze softens as I explain to her.

"I'll provide that power and the vengeance you seek"

Her ears perk up at the mention of the word "Vengeance". I can see the burning fire of it in her eyes. The memory of how Katarina died will forever scar my mind. All my head could think of was revenge, totally Vengeance. "Your father's death was planned and he already knew about it even before he died. That was why he arranged this marriage with my father" I moved away from her personal space and let out a breath.

There's turmoil in her eyes. Her green eyes hood over, dimming like they went out of battery. "I'll do well by you, Davinia, and I will certainly help you get your vengeance" I reassured.

She looked up at me and smiled bitterly. "I'd really appreciate that" we stared long and hard at each other. Trying to read each other's emotions through our eyes but failing miserably. With a slow nod towards me, she backs up a little and bends to pick more stones. The stones crackled as she rubs them against each other. Her fingers skim over a smooth surfaced pebble before picking it.

She tosses it up for a few seconds before firing it across the lake. It skips along the surface at a heated speed before sinking. The game continues and I watch in silence. The speed intensifies as she throws stone after stone. Her eyebrows furrow in anger and pain, it oozes off her being.

The moon appears bigger and brighter making the place brighter, the wind gets colder. I glanced back at the fuming female and moved to interfere.

She aimed to throw another stone but I held her hand, stopping her movement. "Save it for when you get your hands on the bastards"
She shoots me a glare which I return with an unfazed expression, my hold on her hand becoming tighter in case she tries to punch me or something. She doesn't, her hands fall and I let it. Her chest rises as she takes in a huge breath before letting it out.

"I better get back inside, it's getting cold" She mutters slowly, moving to get my coat off her shoulders. I stop her, settling it back on her shoulders.

"Return it later, I'll walk you to your room" she nods slowly and starts to walk in the direction of the mansion.

We leave the elevator and watch her walk to her door. She gets to her and holds the knob, "Have a goodnight Mr. Dimitri" she turns to me with a small smile gracing her lips.

My eyes are hooded. Turns out I won't be needing my cognac for tonight. I manage a little smile at her. "Call me Rolan"

"Goodnight, Rolan" my breath hitched in my throat, she called my name with the softness she'd been trying to hide all along and it sounds like an angel whisper. The click of the door alerts me of her absence.

"Goodnight, Davinia"