Chapter 81 : We Are Yours
Chapter 81: We Are Yours
Sophie
When Angelo was done, he gently ordered me to wear my gown back and he showed me the drawings. It was rough, a little too rough but he had done quite a good job. He had used only black color, defining my curves with many lines and my hair was shown to he curling around my shoulders. There was a solid circle of just white around me but beyond that circle was intense darkness which he had shown with multiple lines crossing each other. Maybe, perhaps, the darkness could just be a frame to the drawings but it didn't seem like it.
“You hold it back.” He said quietly.
“Hold what back?” I asked, looking up at him and I somehow knew the answer. I saw it in this twenty minute drawing.
“The darkness.” He shrugged.
“Every fucked up shit which has happened, you told it all back and I don't know how or why but you just do.” He took my hands on him, pressing kisses to my knuckles.
“I..” he shook his head.
“I don't deserve you.” He said with so much clarity that it broke my heart. He deserves me. If there was someone who didn't deserve the other, it was me. I didn't deserve them. He let go of my hand and pulled me on his lap, I looked up at him unable to look away. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I love you,” he whispered and I froze.
“And I have loved you for a while now and I know that I will forever love you because you leave me no choice.” He placed his forehead against mine.
“No choice but to love you every day and I can't think of a better thing to do. Loving you is so fucking good, Sophie.” He smashed his lips against mine.
“And I don't plan on stopping ever.”
“I am going to cry.” I whispered and he chuckled.
“Don't cry, baby.” He brushed the small tears which escaped away.
“You are too precious to cry.” He kissed my forehead and I hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me, breathing me in as I was breathing him in.
“Don't ever leave, please. Don't ever leave us.” he said.
“I promise, I won't leave you three.” The words were natural as if I had just confirmed a fact.
“Promise?” He asked and I nodded my head.
“Yes, I promise.”
We stayed like that for a while, Luciano and Adriano were out to talk to the men who were guarding us.
“Angelo?” I called.
“Hmm?”
“I want to ask something.” I looked up to him.
“What is it, baby?” He asked softly, tanning his hand through my hair.
“Before me…” I cut myself off.
“How many girls did you three share?” His hand froze at my question. I looked down at my hands which held his hand.
“Look at me, princess.” I looked up at him, preparing myself for the answer.
“None,” he replied.
“We have never shared a girl before, it was not something we wanted to do till we met you.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“We had submissives, yes, many of them but none of them called us daddy.” He kissed my forehead.
“None of them were you, okay?” I bit my lip.
“None of them called daddy?” I asked and he shook his head.
“No, none of them called me or my brother's daddy.”
“So…”
“We are yours.” He placed his forehead against mine again.
“We are your daddies, your dominants and your boyfriends or whenever the fuck you want to call us.” He said.
“And you are ours, our little princess. Our little submissive and our filthy little whore.” My breath hitched.
“Now, sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow.” He smirked at my expression and I knew I looked desperate for a release.
And I knew they wouldn't give it to me a second before they wanted to.
They had separate rooms, I didn't know that. I thought we were going to sleep all together. I was curled up in my bed, listening to the soft patter of rain outside. I couldn't sleep without at least one of them holding me, they had become a necessity, though I didn't know them and I wasn't going to deceive myself into thinking that I do. I felt for them and what I felt was too intense to be just liking them. I love them. The realization stole my sleep and then in the middle of the night, there was a heavy knock at my door. I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
“Come out!” A familiar voice.
“Come out, sweetheart!”
Sweetheart? I couldn't breathe. The knob turned and I was frozen. I had locked it but it was he who had taught me to pick locks. Of course, he could come inside. I felt a shadow fall over me, I was under the covers and I felt the weight of his hand on my face.
“Don't you want to hear a story, Sophy?” He said and I was petrified.
“Come on, sit on my lap.” He slowly took the covers off me. My eyes were closed, how did he get out of prison? How was he here?
“Open your eyes, I have a gift for you, sweetheart.”
I let out a breath, opening my eyes and I looked up at him. His form was blackened by the light coming through the door but it was him.
“Father?” I whispered.
“Sit up.” His voice was so gentle like it used to be when he taught me everything I knew about art, the passion we both shared.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don't you want to know what I have for you?” I sat up.
“W..what are you doing here?” A small chuckle left his mouth and then he moved, switching on the lamp on the nightstand.
I gasped, he was covered in tattoos for head to toe, his hair was long gone. Tall and broad, he was my father but covered in tattoos and scars which could be hidden by the tattoos, he wasn't my father and his eyes were the same as before but they held nothing as they looked at me. There were so many scars on his face, so many of them. They dipped down from his neck into the t-shirt he was wearing as well as his tattoos. I spotted the vergina sun tattoo on the side of his temple. He was in Taghi.
“Father?” I whispered.
“F…father…” I couldn't form words. He no longer looked like my father.
“I brought you something.” He smiled, and dug his hand into the pocket of his pants and took something out. With scarred fingers, he unrolled the leather.
‘It isn't what we say or think that defines us but what we do.’ I muttered to myself.
It looked to have cut out of the jacket, the jacket that I had made.
“Your calligraphy has improved.” He said softly, putting the piece of leather on my lap.
“S..Sarah.” he chuckled.
“Yes, sweetheart, Sarah.” He looked at me.