dragon
Belonging
It's the only thing I can think of in the last few hours, the dark eyes devoid of brightness, but full of coldness, Diana would kill anyone, it was the first certainty I had and as much as a newly discovered part screamed to run another one was delighted with each scream as he cauterized his fingers with the cigarette.
It was as if they understood what was going through my mind, each of the little one's three brothers targeting nonjudgmental understanding glances each hour.
I felt the moment like a final hammer blow as she demonstrates in every look and touch, being part of the family. I was never a saint, in the war we did a lot of shit but nothing like this, I would like to say that I feel disgusted with the feeling of belonging to something of the mafia, the family as it is called, however there is no resentment no doubt of belonging to this smiling woman for having spent the last three hours in total.
I walked all the way back to the club in deep silence, trying to understand when I lost the principles that guided my decisions for a man happy to see his woman happy to torture.
In none of my dreams did I imagine meeting a woman, I still thought that when I slowed down I would adopt a boy to raise as a son. And now that I'm sure I can't live without this Italian, I'm afraid of the risks she takes at the same time that a part of me screams vibrantly for her bloodthirsty side.
The car pulled up in front of the club, and I waved at the youngest of the men getting out of the car, not caring if he was with me or not.
Needing to get my head on straight screaming urgency, the day totally uncharacteristic, I took advantage of the morning meeting to clear out the club by sending the bastards to help transport the recovered girls in the afternoon.
Even though Jackson has given his word that the girls will be protected, doubt still hangs around my back like an invisible weight. I crossed the room up the stairs towards the loft, wanting to quiet the confusion.
The smile of happiness running through my mind, I opened the loft door sitting on the couch resting my elbows on my knees and tucking my head in my hands. She's Italian so change her mind can it be quick? They are treacherous, look what that bastard did to them.
Anyone can cheat, Lucy cheated on the club
The voice accused.
Hence the mere idea that that little woman might betray the club, my brothers was like a ball of destruction crushing my chest. She would bear it all and stand by her side for anything, but I wouldn't be able to bear losing one of my brothers to betrayal.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the steps shortly after closing the door didn't attract attention, his words flashing back to my mind.
“You should have fallen in love with a whole person, not struggled to glue the pieces together—” His eyes vacant.
His hands shoved my shoulders back, his body taking all the attention with the blood splatters on the shirt I didn't want to change, like a trophy. The expressionless face, charged with an accusing look.
“You are mine, you can't run away anymore. - The cold voice sounding like an order making my heart twist a little more.
“That wasn't it. – I replied imagining that I may not have accepted what I saw there very well.
He sat on my thighs, tugging at my hands, drawing all my attention to him.
- What's it? - She turned her face, leaning on her shoulder, showing her curiosity.
I don't even know what it was, how can I explain it all in my head as his scent reverberated through my body.
- My love will not tolerate any kind of betrayal from you, me, the club or my brothers. - I dropped it at once. “Then if you intend to discard us, you'd better leave now.
I left all my frustration in the voice cutting through the silence exposing my insecurities, his hand made a slow caress through my beard, his eyes as fierce as a few hours ago looking at that cretin, putting my body on alert for danger.
— I warned you that being mine is a martyrdom, now it's too late to try to go back.
The cold words digging like a blunt knife into feelings I never imagined I had, making an entirely different pain hit my body.
“You will never love me. - I said.
His nose brushed my forehead, pulling his chin to hold our gaze.
"Ask what you want, my love." – The affectionate nickname filling my heart with false hope.
That's her way of manipulating me and as strange as it is I'm a masochistic son of a bitch in this woman's hands.
“I will not tolerate a betrayal Diana.
— I thought in a club it was common to divide the women.
I growled like a wild animal angry at his cynical rhetoric, grabbed him by the thin neck feeling the soft skin between my fingers getting angrier at his short smile, like a prize won.
— I won't share you and you understand what I said.
Her laughter filled the apartment, making the knife dig a little deeper as I realized the need I have for her, the feelings I have for this woman full of mysteries with an evil rooted in her heart shaping every detail of her strong personality, my old lady. lady .
“That's an easy thing to do. - He grabbed her wrist opening a devilish smile, gracing his face with a dark air, making the animal want to take her. – I want your thoughts, your feelings, your smiles, I want your body, your mind, the animal you keep and the rest of the soul you have.
Her eyes finally gleamed with contained madness, I felt a weakness letting go of her neck, because the fucking love I feel for her wants to heal every wound and the animal wants to lick every scar from her, just for being perfect the way she is.
His hands cupped my face, drawing my gaze.
“I want everything from you, Brian Johnson. - I arch my eyebrow. “You're not the only one doing investigations. He smiled with his fingers tracing my jaw. - Say what you want.
She brought our bodies closer with her nails raking the back of my neck making my chest writhe with the knife she has control over. And the only certainty of loving every part of her much more than I can imagine pricking my eyes.
“I could tell you not to waste your tears on me, but I want even them, my love. - Small fingers tracing the tears I never imagined having.
“You can't give me your love, and now I feel like an idiot. -I said trying to release her hands from my face, trying to get rid of the tentacles that the small woman was able to hold so tightly in such a short time around my chest.
I felt the strength of her thin arms as I was hugged tightly by her.
“What would make you feel loved? - Raise your head
- What kind of question is that?
“I want to give you everything, my man. The calm voice caressed my skin.
Her eyes shining with something indecipherable at the same time her face reflecting the monster created on the edge of the surface, so beautiful, so crazy, so cruel and in my eyes only Diana, owner of the deepest feelings I was able to feel and taste.
I got lost in that darkness, all the feelings it arouses from the first moment.
The certainty of the love I feel for her coursing through my veins, intoxicated by the addictive drug holding her in my arms, and here I realize the primal desire hidden by the years in the war, by the pain of loss.
“I want to have a house next to the club in Texas. - I paused watching the small smile open with the illusion that I want something simple. – I want to take care of your children as if they were mine, I want to have our children.
Her eyes widened at the growing refusal in iris, the indecision expressed in every part of her body.
“I want to have you in our bed every night. I continued to cut through the silence. - I want you to be my wife, my old lady, my wife, I want your fidelity more than that I want to be by your side Diana, without being left behind, trusting that my wife would never betray me. I grabbed the back of his head bringing our faces closer. – This is my price, this is how I will feel loved, without negotiation.
“I have revenge for doing Dragon. - Justified.
- I will be. BY YOUR SIDE. - I scored calmly. “Even using my cigarettes to cauterize severed fingers.
Laughter filled the entire space, throwing her head back.
“You're going to have to get a ring if you want to be my fiancé. I grinned at the sarcastic reply.
Feeling the pain soften with your caresses.
- He is sure? – I ask, afraid of her going back while I need confirmation.
“Remember that even your tears are mine. – The look turned fierce, I groaned with her hand pulling the hair by the back of her neck, rising to her knees. “There is no turning back, my love.
I brushed my nose against hers intoxicated by the scent, feeling the animal growl in my mind with the insane desire to have her.
I got up from the couch taking her to the bathroom wanting to touch every part of her skin under the shower.
Diana is my downfall and the certainty that hell is finally pleasant.