The dawning realization of last night hit me as I sat up on the bed.
I wasn't in Monte Carlo anymore….
How long was I asleep…?
A clean white oversized shirt draped on my shoulders. I brought my legs to my chest and winced softly.
Can two fingers do this damage, or did he fuck me mercilessly while I was unconscious?
...I highly doubt he'd do me that... Otherwise, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore, he had PLENTY of opportunities to do so if he wanted.
The door swung open, and my body jolted when I saw Satan.
He was so fucking attractive, the uncertain rage I felt before seemed to have melted away when I saw him.
His lips formed into an awkward line, his hands behind his back. His eyes refused to look at me, his white hair wet from the shower, he wore his usual white turtleneck and black pants and boots.
"Morning." He said softly.
I bit down on my lip.
"Hi." I mumbled, my eyes grazing the floor.
"Listen, Papillon, about last night…"
My head shot up and my eyes wide-eyed.
"What did you call me?"
"I-I... just figured you like butterflies… you said it in your sleep, a lot." He chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh… well yeah. I guess I do." I whispered…
''So about last night-''
*Flashback to last night*
After our- make out x fingering session, I threw on an oversized shirt and walked out the bedroom. I peeped my head out from behind the wall making sure the coast was clear before proceeding.
As much as I loved how Satan made me feel... I wasn't too happy about the aftermath.
''Suka, come here.''
Fucking hell...
I dragged my feet against the cold tiles and stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa.
''You're blocking the fucking TV.'' He scolded.
''O-Oh, s-sorry.'' I stepped aside, my eyes grazing the floor.
''Suka...'' he trailed off pausing the show.
Oh no.
''What's your preference on Ice cream? You look like blueberry type...'' he piped up.
''Oh, uhm... yea blueberry.'' I replied watching him head over to the larger freezer and grabbing two pints of ice cream and two silver spoons.
''Here.''
''Thanks.'' I said as he handed one over to me and I bowed- like... actually... fucking bowed, just great.
''Why are you being so weird?'' He questioned with a cocked brow and a mouth full of ice cream.
I shrugged, unsure of what to say.
''So... are you going to stand there till your ice cream melts or are you going to sit the fuck down?''
I sat beside him, and he turned away, putting his white socks on the sofa, he stared at me while slowly eating his ice cream.
I was TERRIFIED! I had no idea what he was thinking...
''I think I'll just... go to my room and get some sleep.'' I was quick to get up, but he grabbed me. And pulled me back to him. ''No. Sit down.'' his demanding voice immediately had me on my ass right back next to him.
I gripped the ice cream, trying to hide my trembling hands.
I could feel his eyes on me, probably thinking of a way to let me down slowly... hopefully... Slowly.
''Mar-'' he stopped and pulled me close to him.
I crunched between his legs, he practically wrapped them around me, folding them on my lap.
''Relax, I'm not gonna bite you... unless you ask of course.''
My cheeks flushed pink as I felt his warm breathing along the back of my neck.
He chuckled and leaned back, pulling me closer so that my back laid on his chest.
I tilted my head looking up at him.
His face was focused on the TV, the light illuminating his eyes.
He quickly leaned forward and sat a kiss on my nose.
I sat up in shock, my heart racing in my chest as I stared at him. He looked calm... Peaceful... ANGELIC?! White hair... light grey sweatpants and white t-shirt... white socks... soft pink lips... his skin, defining perfection!
''What?'' he had a spoon in his mouth, and he slanted his head looking at me.
I could scream right now... WHY IS HE SO FUCKING GORGEOUS?!
I puffed my cheeks, keeping my mouth shut.
He paused the show once more. ''Now. About last night-''
''I won't mention it ever. In fact. I already forgot about it, what happened last night?'' I feel like one of those stupid teens from in the movies, who later on commits suicide or some dumb shit.
''Oh.''
Oh?! What the fuck does 'Oh' mean?!
He looked down for a moment... he almost looked... sad?
''...What is it?'' I asked.
''I know I fucked up the first time, I am sorry for that. But I don't want you to think I'm only doing this for your body, suka. It's you and I did it with every intention, and I do not regret it. So, you better remember last night or else I'll have to recreate the moment, which wouldn't be a problem but-
Why are you staring at me like that...'' he trailed off, dressing back.
I wasn't sure what to do or say...
''...Are you okay?'' he asked with a worried tone.
I nodded, with a reassuring smile. ''I'm great.''
And that I was. His response melted my heart!-
-Wait... melted... Ice-cream!
I shook my head, snapping myself out of my gaze.
I returned to my comfy position between his legs, this time eating my ice-cream.
Such a blissful moment...
He had set his ice cream down and his hands draped around my, resting on my stomach. Pretty soon I heard soft snores coming from him.
I smiled, and for the first time in a while I felt safe…
*End of flashback*
"What about last night?" I questioned, sliding my feet off the side of the bed.
"Are you… okay?" he asks, his eyes still not locking with mine.
I got off the bed and walked towards him. I turned his gaze to me and giggled. "What?" he slanted his head.
"You're cute." I felt somewhat confident, and with that, I tip toed and kisses him on his lips.
His cheeks puffed up, he stuttered, searching for words…
****
Later on, that day Satan graced me with lunch.
I couldn't help but stare at him as he ate his fries, one by one…
"I you keep staring at me I'll throw you outside." Satan growled back. "But I'm hungry." I pouted.
"You're hungry? It hasn't even been 12 hours! Where does all that food you ate and made me pay for even fit? You are so fucking tiny!" He rolled his eyes.
"Wait. You paid for all of that?" I shot up from his lap, oh no…
"Who else would pay for it? You?" he scoffed.
"Oh... if I had known I wouldn't have ordered that much." I chuckled nervously rubbing the back of my neck.
"So, you only ordered that because of him?! Damn suka." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
" Heh…" I trailed off...
Satan's P.O.V
My Phone began to vibrate in my pocket, I slid off the bed and walked over to the window. "Yes?" I answered.
"Where's Marinette." Vasily asked with an annoyed tone.
"She's upstairs, in the bedroom, I just gave her yeda." (food)
"Why, she's not supposed to get special treatment."
"Need I remind you, that you were the one that started with all the special treatment-"
"Just get your ass down her at 7. Vijay has requested an audience. He specifically asked for you to be there, is something going on that I should know about, tell me now."
"No. I don't know anything." Fuck. This stupid asshole.
"Alright." He hung up and I went back to the bed. "Is something wrong?" Marinette asked with a worried face. "Just a meeting with the boss, stay here. Don't leave, alright suka?" she nodded, and I left a small kiss on her head before leaving.
Knowing exactly what was about to happen. I drove over to Vijay's house. It was a 20-minute drive, and with Vasily's supercar and clear roads I got there in less.
****
Vijay was chilling, in his bedroom, shirtless and savoring a glass of liquor till he heard the bell ring of his door.
He placed his glass on the table and went to open the door, but his eyes widen when the first thing he had was a cold gun connected to his forehead..
Vijay: l-look, I ….
V: do svidaniya (goodbye)
The trigger was pulled and the lifeless body of Vijay fell on the floor, blood dripping off of the hole in his head. V blow on his gun and put it in his holster then he closed the door and left.
****
I returned to Vasily and joined him for the meeting as if the last hour hadn't happened.
"V." He nodded as I approached. "Where's Vijay, I'm on a schedule." I pulled a chair and sat down around the round table.
"What schedule?" Vasily cocked his brow.
"The one that's calling me to a warm bed with two perfect breasts to lay on." He rolled his eyes at my response and started again.
"I thought you were fasting from women?" I gave a sarcastic laugh, and he got up. "he's 13 minutes late. I'm leaving."
Impatient bastard. Well, it works in my favor so I'm not arguing with him.
"I'm sure Vijay is following his schedule right now." I joked.
"Get lost you disgusting perv." He rolled his eyes and left.
Me? The pervert?! Seriously? This fuc-
****
Later that night Vasily would come to find out that Vijay was murdered and would call a meeting to discuss how, when, where, and how do we deal with it.
Everyone jumped to the conclusion that he was murdered by the Italian scums after all, If I had to pin it on someone it would be them.
That night I returned to the room to find Marinette asleep on the sofa. I sighed.
In all my time in the Mafia I've never killed someone over a girl. But that has changed, for someone I'm not even fucking! What is wrong with me?! I can't even have her, and I just murdered someone for her-
Well for me too since we'd both die. BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!
I KILLED A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA!-
I composed myself before gently picking her up. "Satan…" she whispered softly.
I guess she waited up…
"Suka."
"Where'd you go?" she rubbed her eyes sleepily as I sat her on the bed.
"I went to take care of something." I simply responded, pulling the blanket over her.
"Oh… you mean Vijay? I heard your boss say his name, and something about a meeting while you were on the phone, I'm guessing that's the man who was gonna snitch..." She replied with a worried tone.
"Ah-"
"Don't lie to me." She snapped.
"Alright… yes I did handle the Vijay situation. He's not gonna be a problem anymore. So you don't have to worry." I smiled.
"Oh… okay." She frowned, pulling the covers to her chin.
"Won't you get into trouble if-" "Let's not talk about that right now, get some rest, okay?" Marinette nodded and closed her eyes, "Good night Papillon." She smiled at the nickname before I left the room. I shut the door and headed up to Vasily.
"Come in." He responded to my knock. I entered and plopped on the sofa opposite him.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked as he poured himself a glass of scotch.
"Vijay." He replied with a serious tone.
Ah shit I'm screwed. There's no way I can lie to his face like this, he'll see through me and down to my soul...