(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
I'm tired

Rome, Italy

The woman who wears a cream-colored sweater and wants her long hair with a hairpin is smiling with a piece of cake in front of her as well as a cup of warm cappuccino at her side, he now feels free and no longer needs to be restrained by others

"What am I doing now?" his murmurs were thinking of his desires and what he could do freely at this moment.

Thinking about what he wants drains his head until he starts feeling thirsty.

"Hm, not too man-" said her who was cut because she remembered someone.

His smile faded, he threw out his breath in a soft manner. Now he is free but why do some small things make him keep remembering the past?

....

Apartment which is quite good is now his residence, even the apartment he has today is better than the apartment he lived in first.

Put down his bag and open the sweater he was wearing so that now only wear a light blue shirt.

He opened the contents of his refrigerator and took cold milk, he sat down and looked at the apartment that looked silent, although he felt relieved but somehow he felt empty.

"What do I usually do at this hour?" his murmur was smirking.

No one waits for his return or scolds him when he comes home late, not even a single message notification and call that is always full on his phone.

This was what he wanted before, but when his wish materialized why did he still feel unhappy?

"Too silent.." his murmur withered.

......................

One Week later

Dachinko Mansion.

Like the plate behind, the girl turned 180 degrees, not a change that never happened but changed like when nothing happened.

"Miss? If you're lacking in the dress you have an-"

"No, I want to wear her. Anyway why do you guys just give me a dress, I want a t-shirt, okay?" replied the girl while rounding her fingers as she pulled one of James' dark blue t-shirts.

Nick, perplexed at the reaction of the girl who had an attitude like nothing had happened, had millions of expressions like before.

"You wanna stay here? I want to take off my clothes, or do you want to see?" louise asked as she pulled the edge of the clothes she was wearing.

Nick's eyes immediately rounded, "Sorry for my sassiness."

He turned around and left and left the girl in his master's dressing room.

The face that was originally full of expression was now changed, looking unhappy, not angry, and also not hateful.

It was more precise that there was no expression on that beautiful face when she was alone.

"Had he moved her." murmured her who was looking for something in the man's locker room.

He had seen, some phone backup collected in the locker room when he still had a relationship with the man before. But he did not know what cell phone and in use and who the phones belong to because he was sure it did not belong to James.

"Nothing," murmured her who felt the man had already moved her.

He went out, because he had been in the room long enough.

Down the stairs and look towards the black car that has returned from the large windows of the mansion.

James, who had just entered the mansion, gasped. His steps stopped until it made him unable to flip his body for a moment.

The hug that instantly came at her as soon as she came, almost just her hand returned the hug.

"You should've hugged me too, you forgot? Part of treating me well?" said the girl as she drowned her face in the chest of the newly returned man's field.

Blood smell...

James did not reply or reply, but he slowly pushed the girl's body to release her embrace.

"What did you just do?" louise asked as she stared behind the black suit of the man in front of her.

"You're wearing my shirt?" ask James who chose to avoid the girl's question.

"Good right?" ask with a thin smile the seminary shows if he is suitable to wear anything.

"What clothes do you have less?" asked the man while throwing his gaze to the side.

Not his dislike, but he felt that the girl always made something that caught his attention even further and he knew that he could not like the girl too deeply.

"You don't like it? Or are you ugly wearing it?" louise asked closer to the man who was increasingly emitting the scent of blood.

"No, you're beautiful" she said with a flat face but it was clear that she wasn't lying at all.

"Oh yeah? But I guess you have a woman prettier than me? Aye right?" asked the girl with a small laugh like a joke.

James did not answer anything, he himself felt confused about what the girl thought until he could act as if nothing had happened to him and return to acting like before.

"I want to take a shower first, we'll talk later" said the speaker who felt Louise had also smelled the scent of blood from her.

Not his blood but the blood of others.

"James? You know what not? Nick scolded me earlier" said Louise, who did not care about the man trying to get him to go and find another activity.

There was no answer, James just kept going even though the girl was following his steps.

"James?"

"James? You didn't hear me?" louise asked as she stopped her steps.

"Xavier?" his call this time made the man's steps come to a halt.

A face that did not display any expression until the man turned to look at her, and then smiled brightly like the sun.

"Did I allow you to call me that?" james asked closer to the girl.

"Louise?" a low tone but it sounded like holding back the anger that was about to explode.

"Yes?" the girl smiled as if she had done nothing.

James held both of the girl's shoulders and stared at her, "Don't cross the line? Hm?" whispered her in a tone full of emphasis and threat to the girl.

"If I can't call you by that name then why did you write that name in my hand?" he asked while showing a Latin tattoo on the girl's hand.

"Your color is mine" replied the man.

"Whose's? Athan James Dachinko's? Or Xavier Haider Dachinko?" ask the girl again.

Louise slowly held the man's face and jaw with her tender hands despite the grip on her shoulders becoming more and more.

"I'm curious about Xavier, is Xavier Haider also a cruel person?" she asked in a very quiet voice.

"Louise!" snapped at the man instantly, he did not want the name to come back, a name where he could do nothing and became weak.

But in the end he still carved his real name on the girl's body.

Uhh!

Louise grimaced, she felt no pain in her shoulder but the man's clasping made her shocked.

James took his breath, not a month ago he made a promise not to hurt the girl but now he turned it upside down.

He let go of his hand slowly, "Don't talk that pisses me off lag-"

Humph!

The man flinched, his suit was pulled down to make him bend down instantly, his lips silenced no longer able to continue his sentence.

He was surprised but he had no intention of pushing the girl's kiss away.

Greb!

Louise was a little overwhelmed as the man pulled her waist and returned her kiss by inserting her tongue and twisting the girl's kiss.

Slowly the twists that reciprocate are released and leave only the sound of breathing that wants to breathe air back.

"You're too chatty to be angry at everything" said the girl softly as she approached.

A warm breath hit the man's neck, James closed his mouth for a moment feeling the girl was like she was bothering him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" ask her while rubbing the wet lips of the girl.

"What?" asked the girl with a small smile, "Oh huh? You said you wanted to take a shower, right? Want to shower together?" call the girl again.

"You know it's not gonna be just a shower, right?" reply the man while looking at the entire face of the girl in front of him.

There was no answer, the girl just smiled in response to the man's question.

...

Huh...

Huh...

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room.

The steam from the warm water as well, the surviving shower lowered all its rushing water.

The man flipped the girl's body and carried her while bringing her into the bathup and made the girl sit on her lap.

It was clearly visible the grip of his hand on the shoulder of the girl in front of him, but he still did not say anything while still feeling something that made him soar into the sky.

Unghs!

One last move made the splash of water inside the bathup overflow out to all sides, the girl pushes reflexively because she remembers in her first pregnancy her stomach sometimes feels cramping and pain when the man takes out warm vanilla into her body.

But it was in vain that he could not push if his waist was held by the man, a heavy sighing sound was heard.

He did not say anything, cramps or pain later for him there will be nothing different because whatever happens will also hurt him.

Now the girl is no longer facing him but has turned her back.

Cups,

The man kissed the girl's neck and back from behind while rubbing some areas of the body that he had just touched.

"You know blue, I'll give you medicine later." he said in the girl's ear while looking at her scars.

Actually, in the body of the girl not only has the scars of her hand but also has the former possession that is widespread.

"really?" ask Louise who feels nothing.

"Hm, it hurts, right?" ask the man while touching the shoulder and going down to the girl's arm.

"Do I have to feel pain?" the answer looks confused.

James frowned, the girl seemed to have never felt anything, the tone of speech that sounded emotionless and empty.

"Louise?" call her while flipping the girl's body to stare back at her.

"Hm? What's up?" a bright smile that was instantly visible despite the stiff corpse-like expression.

The man was silent, the look on his face that now looked to have millions of expressions was different from the cold tone of voice earlier.

"James? I'm tired." said Louise as she hugged the man.

I was so tired that I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up...

James gasped for a moment, but he returned the girl's embrace and gently rubbed her back.

"Then you can sleep" she said, lifting the girl up onto her lap and rubbing her delicate back soaked in warm water inside the bathup

He did not know what was on the girl's mind at this time, or what the girl was in fact. But to be honest, he really likes the current situation.

The feeling that makes her more comfortable with the attitude of the girl, the comfort that might just be lost in an instant without even giving her cues to prepare.