AUTHOR'S POV
Rick was seated in his bed, his phone in hand as he replayed the video of Rosaline and Russo kissing and having their hands all over each other.
His anger increased by the second as the video replayed. He had captured the video quite perfectly. Their faces were very obvious and there was no way anyone could deny that that it was the both of them.
Rick was contemplating sending it straight to Dark Caster. All night, he had been thinking about Ur. He had barely been able to sleep and he had had to take several walks throughout the night to deal with the ache in his heart.
Rick sighed and ran both hands through his hair before picking up the phone and exiting the video player app. He went to his gallery and opened up a picture of Rosaline.
"Rosa, why did you do this to me?" He asked the pictures his finger gently grazing over her face in the screen.
As much as he wanted to send the video, Rick also knew that whatever he did would affect Rosa so he was hesitating a bit. Just a bit.
"Fine" he pressed his lips into a thin line with a new determination.
Last night could have been some sort of mistake, a back sliding on Rosa's part because of whatever shit Russo El Massimo could have done to her. So Rick was willing to give Rosa one last chance. He was going to talk to her about lady night and that talk was what was going to determine what exactly he was going to do.
"You'd better have something reasonable... Something very reasonable to say."
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RUSSO EL MASSIMO
I watched Rosaline sleeping peacefully in my bed, her breathing even and her eyelids unmoving. I moved a hand to her face, gently caressing her face.
Pretty. Pretty and naughty.
Last night (which had eventually extended into the early hours of today) was so fucking good. I almost could not believe how much had changed in 24 hours.
Rosaline was back to being mine and this time not just her body was mine, but her heart was.
"Ah fuck" I cursed lowly, running by other hand through my hair as I felt my heart pound.
Rosaline was driving me crazy in all ways known to man. She evidently was the only human who could invoke any goddamn emotion in me based on her actions.
I reached my hand from her face to her hand and lifted it gently to kiss the back of her hands. I needed no one to tell me that now... Maybe even for a while before I accepted it last night, my life now revolved about Rosaline.
Her actions, her words, her smiles, her tears, her laughter. Every bit of her was what my life now revolved around.
I gave her hand a small squeeze and her eyelids moved. A second later, she grumbled sleepily.
"Good morning, Sunshine" I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good morning" she grumbled back with a pout of her lips.
I chuckled and kissed her pouted lips before rising from the bed.
"I can't move" she said as I picked up the tray of croissants and creamy coffee.
"You don't have to move yet. Breakfast first, Cara."
I sat in front of her as she pulled herself to sit up.
"And also, I made croissants this time so you'd realise who you should have learnt from"
She smiled widely and giggled.
"Fine, I should have learnt it from you. I know that." She took the cup of coffee first and raised it to her lips, taking a sip before gently dropping it back to the tray.
"Thank you for the breakfast" she whispered.
"I could take my thank you in some other way" I replied to her in the same low and almost hushed tone.
"Oh my! At that point, I would be bedridden for days" a bright blush appeared on her cheeks as she picked up the plates of croissants.
"I won't complain about carrying you around in my arms or in a wheelchair" I shrugged lightly and she laughed softly.
"Hmhmmm. This is really good! It tastes really good." She admitted.
"The only thing that tastes better than my meals to you has to be my cum" I whispered and saw her blush become brighter.
"Well, you are quite right" she mumbled the words, dropping the plate and tucking her hair behind her ears.
"And the only thing that tastes better than my meals to me, is you." I reached a hand to her face and cupped her face in mine gently.
Our gaze met and locked.
"I love you, Cara"
"I love you too but..." The expression on her face changed from the soft expression to a worried one.
"But how are we going to do this, Russo?" She asked and I let my thumb caress her cheek.
"Me and you... Yes, you were adopted and we aren't blood related but you are still my uncle. If it ever gets out that we are together, it would be a scandal and I... I might have checked the law of this country and it doesn't allow this relationship, Russo. What... What are we going to do?" I whispered.
"Leave that to me, Cara" I assured her with a small smile.
"Don't worry your pretty head about any of those. I will take care of everything and you just have to be by my side."
"Are you sure? How are you going to go about it? And, Russo, please... About Rick, please don't kill him. Don't ever kill him" she begged and I gritted my teeth.
"Please promise me you won't kill him no matter what happens" she reached her hand towards my arm and pulled gently.
"Please?" Her eyes pleaded with me.
"Fine. I will try not to as long as he stays out of things."
"Russo, don't try not to. Just promise me you will never do it. Rick... I really don't want Rick dead."
"Fine. I promise." I agreed with her, simply because I could not resist whatever she asked of me.
But this promise was I just made wasn't true and I knew it.
This promise was one I was sure I would be unable to keep for long.