ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✓

⭒43⭒

Between what is said and not meant,
And what is meant and not said,
Most of love is lost
{Khalil Gibran}
______

Patience and power. These were two of the things an assassin had complete control over. A Mafia leader. A murderer. But in this instance, not Rafael.

His teeth gritted in anger at the minx before him. After having discovered vital information from Itzel, his somewhat happy mood had changed drastically to annoyance. Every little thing ticked him off, especially the girl before him.

She stared at him with petrified eyes, something which ignited the fire within him. He bathed in her fear, almost feeding off of it.

With a sneer to his lips, he growled out the next words.

"Do you really mean that, my love"

His eyes lingered south, almost as if a heavy force was dragging them downwards towards the pink, plump lips before him. The sight stirred an unknown feeling within, as his thumb outlined an action he could only dream of doing with his mouth.

All of her pleas and cries for help went over his head, his sole focus on the burning firecracker before him. After a good couple of uncomfortable seconds, for both of them, he finally broke out from his reverie.

"Shhh, my love. To be honest, I've had a very, very long day" he began, a facade escaping through his lips in the form of a sigh. He looked down at the little demon, seemingly finding the hight difference too amusing. " And your whining makes it no better. So why don't we go to bed and sleep"

A small yet arrogant smirk dominated his features, knowing exactly what must've been going through her head. She must've noticed this too, as she took a step back discreetly.

Of course Roman was aware of this.

Just to add fuel to the fire, to add salt to the wound, he'd figured, why not throw an extra statement out into the open, to try and seek her little demon within. "What do you say, wifey"

And out the little demon came indeed. As within a millisecond, she was right infront of him, her head craned and neck full of determination to not bend before the superior. Like a wild lioness.

"I say for you to stop calling me that!" Came the snap from her heavenly mouth. Rafael was in no mood for this and so he decided enough was enough. The temperature had decreased, causing goosebumps to emerge from Laila's hijab clad figure.

Without another second to waste, he encapsulated the small of her waist and instantly did what he'd do to any women who'd test his patience. But of course, this wasn't any women, he found himself thinking.

Eradicating these thoughts before they drowned him, he looked down at the minx. After all that complaining and bickering about not sleeping in my bed, look at where you ended, Laila Bakhash.

She began moving vigorously under him, seemingly appearing stronger than Rafael's toughest hitmen.

"You're a sick man, Rafael!" Came her yell, successfully releasing one of her knees from under his finesse. But that's what struck the middle, angering Rafael altogether. With a swift movement, the lights shut off with an instant command of his hands, and poor Laila was lying there, restless to get away from him.

But he did not care.

"There's one thing you should know about me, darling and that is I'm not a very patient man. So, for your own good, I'd stop moving about and get to sleep" That seemed to do the trick, as after a couple of seconds, Laila's anger died down.