The Midnight Mafioso [#2]

23|the Intense pleasure

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I scurried downstairs as I zipped my trousers. I could not explain what I was feeling. At some point, I thought Dmitri was joking, but the urge to confirm his words got me running to the guest's restroom.

I could heed Akim's footsteps behind me. He was calling me but I did not stop.

What I felt as I opened the door was unbearable. There was part of me that was scared. I was unsure how to face my father. It felt like I was supposed to be ready before seeing him. But there he was, sleeping on a bed with his body bandaged.

My heart left me. The energy to make a step inside faded. I was rooted at the door as my blurry eyes examined my father.

Akim also joined me.

Dad was sleeping with some blood pipes connected to him. I always had a feeling that wherever Dad was, he was not okay, but seeing him felt so painful. He looked in so much pain, so hurt.

Tears I had been holding for months ever since he left, welled up. Within a second, they began seeping down my cheeks. I let out silent sobs while swallowing every pain.

"So you do cry, wow." Akim's deep voice echoed behind me. I furiously turned to him and planted a slap on his chest. I did not stop, I poured my rage on his chest until he had to grab my hands. "That's enough."

"Don't ever talk to me." I gritted while glaring up at him. Then I saw a fading smile on his lips. "Are you smiling?"

"Why would I?" The smile suddenly disappeared.

I chuckled while sniffling. It took me a few seconds to sink into him for a hug. He was unaware of it but he sure stepped on it not to stumble away.

"I hate you. You are so mean to me." I spat while crying on his shoulder.

"You are weird as fuck." A silent chuckle followed right after and within a second, he wrapped his hands around me. He hugged me back. "Okay, If you don't wish me dead, just break this hug."

"Shut up." I pulled him closer and buried myself in him. I really needed it. I was even surprised he offered to let me cry on him.

"What nonsense is this?"

I swiftly pulled from the hug and stepped away. Dmitri was behind us looking all alpha. His cold gaze was on Akim who bowed his head then strolled out.

My teary eyes met his and he was so damn stiff. I wiped my eyes and glared back at him.

"Don't give me that look." I spat.

"Just get the fuck inside." He declared, leaving no room for me to argue or even try to understand why he was cold.

Gathering all the courage, I turned back to the room I was avoiding. Honestly, I was scared to see my father in much pain.