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Feelings
Everyday was the same boring day. They lock me up in my room when there is "trouble". Fearing the day that an enemy may see me as leverage to the familia. I was no porcelain china doll, I don't break that easily. Apparently my father and cousin, Damocles, are cooking up another suicide mission.
Suicide, because they risk their lives for the utmost idiotic problems. Suicide Kings. That was what they are. One being my dull-witted cousin, whilst the latter being none other than his individualistic friend. It had become a norm for me to spot a lifeless soul on the very floor I step on. The amount of dedication they take into torturing a man is beyond me. Truly, they lived up to being nonoí tis nýchtas.
Shivers run down my spine.
Never had I understood as to why crime syndicates resort to eradication. The same silver bullet frequently punctures into my slow-witted head; Mafia men are far too prideful to handle things the civilised and mature way. They thirst for blood. More blood that's been shed the increase of your mafia's power shall be.
Every family has a leverage one could use against them. Such as mine, they have me. The Philedelphia's, none that I know of. That is one of the reasons why they're sitting like royalty at the top of the food chain.
"Hey," I call out to my cousin. "Who's that body?"
A question I had often asked. After witnessing them murder the person who had wrong my father in such a way that it had greatly offended him. I knew better than to get involved with "private matters" of the syndicate.
"Uh," a pregnant pause erupts. "...I think his name was Bob." To which I nod my head in response. "Your individualistic friend?" I asked as a mannerism whenever they commit another crime.
"Liebe, you've got to stop talking about me as though I am not here. It pains my heart."
Speak of the devil and he shall come.
Preventing myself from rolling my eyes at him, I swiftly turn to head to the refrigerator. I remain blind sighted of his presence as he converses with my cousin. Every second of the day, he is always here. As though he is not the heir to the top crime family. My eye unintentionally caught a glimpse of his shirtless figure.
The prominent muscles showcased for the whole greek land to see; on our kitchen island he leaned back. My hello kitty mug firmly snug in his gigantic hand. Handsome bastard. An italian family if he were only. But alas, not everything can we have. His status with my cousin being no excuse for me to reduce the great amount of dislike I have for him.
"I shall see you in the morrow my sweet cousin," he got up and swiftly slid his metal weapon off the counter table. "Make haste will you Stav?"
He dismissed my cousin with a wave of a hand as he stood straight, staring into the depths of my soul. "I thought I could babysit the brat for today?"
His choice of word sent anger rushing through my veins. Glaring at him with all my might as I felt my hand grasp my cup of tea harder. Placing the cup on the counter with great force, catching their attention.
"Well the brat, doesn't need you to babysit her because she can do finely well on her own." Turning my foot so I could walk away with pride on my shoulders.
A sigh came from my parted lips as I turned to my side with a book tightly held from my hand. Hour by hour has it passed since I walked away from the egotistical bloke. My mind often wondered if he stayed here, rather than going on a suicidal mission with my cousin.
There are times I tend to forget he is meant to be don from the amount of time he has to roam around my home. But one shall not underestimate the amount of power the Philedelphia heir can hold. For he is branded as the most horrific don in all time.
"Elixir." A knock came, once or twice. "Open up."
Rolling my eyes with a huff as I stood from my comfortable position. I roughly opened the door. Seeing him in a suit made me feel anxious.
"What happened?" I ask immediately, "Nothing had happened. I just was gonna ask you if you would fancy going to dinner with me. Your father and cousin are not home 'til the sun rises."
I averted my gaze from his eyes, staring at his polished leather shoes. Before deciding on an okay, not bothering to change from my current clothing. People won't give a single shit if I were to wear pyjamas. Taking my book with me as he guides me down the stairs where the chauffeur patiently awaited us.
Dinner was divine. After we the excruciating ride with Mr. Koenig, I could finally satisfy my famished state. Ordering a shit ton of food to somehow agitate my partner here. Only to flop as I remember how this guy spends money like it's the air he breathes. Feeling a bit sozzled from all the wine I drank,
"Ciasphar" I slurred.
He replied with a simple hum, as he carried me on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "Do you,"
"Do you like to eat shampoo?" In a questionable voice, I ask.
An amused chuckle erupted from him. Gently, he placed me on top of my bed. Doing so, he tucked me in my covers. Before he could take his leave, I firmly grasped his wrist in my hand.
"Please stay," I begged. A delightful sigh came from him, along with the rustling sound of clothes being removed. Heavy weight put pressure on the open space of my matress. "Ciasphar, do- do you have a crush?" Like a giddy school girl, I ask.
His arm engulfs me as he places my head to rest on his naked chest. A comforting warmth surrounding me. "I do, but..."
"I don't think she likes me." I could almost picture his smile from my tipsy state. "I like her very much, Elixir." My heart seemed to increased it's rate of pumping up blood. His next words almost gave me a heart attack that just about composed me sober.
"Will you ever feel the same as I, Vernamina Elixir?"