The Mafia's Maid

Final Chapter

Leah POV

As I walk back hand-in-hand with Vlado, I can't resist looking up at him. He notices, of course, and gazes right back down at me. A contagious grin tugs at his lips.

"What?" He smiles. But I just shrug.

"Nothing." It isn't nothing though, it's everything - he is everything. There's just nothing hidden between us anymore. Everything was out in the open. Everything is piecing itself back together, and I just can't find the words to make sense of it.

His smile grows somehow, and he raises my hand to his lips. "Sei così incredibile." His soft lips brush against the back of my hand, before he holds it back by my side.

You are so incredible.

The words make me blush. Incredible... I could get used to this. I think I am already.

When we reach his room, Vlado suddenly strips off his clothes, revealing every inch of his scarred and tattooed body. My cheeks feel hotter with every piece of clothing that falls to the ground. He never tears his gaze from mine, not even as he unbuttons his shirt, and not even as his pants fall onto the floor, until he is left standing in a pair of dark boxers.

"What are you doing?" I manage to ask when he finally stands still. The moon dances in his forest eyes, and the corner of his lips tug into a sweet smirk.

"I want there to be no barriers between us." He states simply as he stepped closer, backing me against the locked door of his room. "I've seen your body before, but I never had the chance to appreciate every part of you, amore." His hand rests against my head, and suddenly, the room flashes out of the darkness and light seeps into every corner.

There's something in the back of my throat that refuses to be swallowed, and I watch numbly as Vlado takes the lead, drifting his calloused hands down to the bottom of my shirt. There's a question in his stare, a hesitancy in his touch, but there is nothing dragging my thoughts down. There's only an out of body feeling of comfort.

I nod. My silent invitation is all my man needs before he slowly lofts my shirt, letting it fall from his hands to the ground at our feet. 

His eyes refuse to travel down before I nod again, and even then, he's purposeful with his movements. Each touch is carefully considered, each flicker of his eyes is sincere, and it makes my heart swell. His harsh fingers trail over my stomach, admiring every bump of scarred skin with heavy eyes. That's when I felt my insides twist into knots.

It doesn't matter that he had scars, he has earned them, fought for them. They are there because he was strong.

But mine are there because I was weak. And that memory, those feelings are never going to change.

So I am surprised when he steadily falls to his knees, letting his face hover above my naked stomach. His cold lips on my scars make me shiver, but I keep quiet, waiting in a stunned silence for him to say something, anything.

His eyes are drawn back to mine, and my mind fogs at the gentleness in his gaze.

"You're so beautiful..."

My heart stops.

"Beautiful..?" I repeat quietly, and he nods, letting his hands slide up and down my thighs. "Why's that?"

A slight smile graces his lips. "Have you seen yourself?" His hands drift behind my thighs, supporting my weak knees as he spoke. "I shouldn't need to convince you how stunning you are." His lips brush against my hip. "Like you're from the gates of heaven."

His words make me smile, a wide, uncontrollable smile that hurts my cheeks. "Vlado..." His hum vibrates softly against my skin, and I let my hands wander into his hair. "I love you."