She's His Mission

Maddness has Come

"You're right, come and nap with me" I grab his hand pulling him towards me more as I lay on the bed. He smirks at me and starts to take his blazer jacket off while I remove my shoes.

I climb into the crisp bed sheets of the hotel room, moving my legs under the sheets for a moment so that it warms up.

Demitri pulls off his shoes and climbs into the bed on the opposite side, instantly pulling my waist towards him allowing me to get that extra heat that I wanted.

"Get some sleep love" he kisses the beck of my head, his strong hands holding me closer and his scent intoxicating my own senses. Giving me peace to sleep soundly.

I close my eyes and listen to his breathing against my own, loving that he's next to me and hating how we can't be like this forever.

Which made me think of what he said in the bar. That if we where to be back together he would give up the mafia and have a quiet life. Did he mean that?

"Demitri?" I question, my eyes opening just a second. He hums back as an answer and I roll over to face him. His blue eyes flutter open for a second.

"What's wrong love" he asks me, a worry look on his face.

"Do you remember the whole night? At the bar?" I ask him, taking a short breath. Demitri asked me to not ask him about the night at the bar. He wants me to forget it happened and that we are together now and that's all that matters.

So by his body tensing by me asking the question, shows me that he does remember the whole night. "Love I asked you to not....." he starts but I finish

"I know! You said to not ask but you said that if we got back together that you would quit the mafia life....." I couldn't help but ask, I have to know, would he really trade this life for a quieter one.

"Yes" he takes a large gulp, he lifts his hands to my face and strokes his thumbs over my cheek bones.

"100 times yes, I'd trade this life, this god forsaken life that we hated for years for a quiet life. Just you and me, in a small town, a normal job and a few kids who doesn't ever have to handle a gun or a knife in their life's" Demitri's warm stare didn't help the butterfly's erupting in my heart and across my skin.

"You mean it" I felt my heart jump around like a happy bunny across the room and back to my soul.

"Only if you want it. We can go away, far away and give this all up. If you want to" Demitri kisses my forehead, my hands reach up and holds his hand while he still holds my cheek.

"I want to, but I don't know how we can. You're the boss in your own mafia Demitri, how can you give up what you've worked for?" I ask him, my eyes searching his face for something that can tell me this could all become true.

"I don't give a shit about the mafia. I only care about us" Demitri holds me closer, his hands reach down and wraps them round my back. My head hurried under his chin and he leans his head against mine.

"When we get back to Russia I can pass it all over to Viktor. He'll do a better job then me and we can leave" Demitri makes the perfect picture in my mind I couldn't help but love it. I want it so badly.

But I couldn't help but think of my father, my sisters, Antonio, Enzo. Can I just leave them all?

"We can still visit, if that's what you're worried about?"   Demitri puts my mind at ease yet again, I couldn't help but smile and the warm butterfly's in my stomach couldn't help me when I whispered back.

"Let's do it"