The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

A peaceful sleep.

Something I haven’t had in years.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Heck, I have barely slept in months and yet, all it took was to be in the arms of the strange woman I met yesternight. It kept my demons and restlessness at bay. It tamed them, almost like they never even existed. This was the longest I have been in bed for. I could not even remember the last time I slept in my bedroom.

I had stuck to sleeping in my study for as long as I could remember.

I finally turned in my sleep, my hands gliding back and forth on the space beside me. A deep frown soon settled on my face and my eyes snapped open, dropping to the space. I sat up, my eyes wandering around the whole room in search of a certain brunette.

My heart fell to the pit of my stomach when she was nowhere to be found. Sadness overwhelmed me, eliciting a soft exhale from me. I knew without a doubt that I had grown helplessly attached to her presence. To her. The only smell I could make was the honey extract that dominated her scent. It drove me to the edge. It drove me nuts, sending my mind haywire.

The whole room felt bland without her presence, rendering every item useless. Colourless, even. I got off the bed, raking my hands through my hair. I could feel my restlessness building up, brewing in the pit of my stomach. I slid my briefs on and my eyes scoured the room again.

I walked away from the bed and paddled into the bathroom in search of her. She could be taking her bath. Of course, I knew how stupid that sounds. I just wanted everything. Anything to prove that she didn’t leave. That she didn’t leave me. I was losing it. I was running out of my mind.

“Peach!” I hollered.

“Peach!” I called, again.

I turned on my heels, almost toppling over my feet. I groaned and looked down at my feet. Her pair of gold heels was staring right back at me. A smile spread across my face and I picked it up, sniffing it, desperately to catch a whiff of her hypnotic scent.

I rushed over to my bed, turning the sheets upside down and her hair band fell off. I couldn’t contain my excitement. It was radiating off me in waves, threatening to swallow me whole. I grabbed my desk phone from the nightstand and dialed the number of the lady at reception.

“Good morning, boss,” She greeted her politely.

“Get me a few fancy boxes,” That was the only thing I said and I hung up on her.

I fell back onto the bed, her scent invading my nostrils, messing with my senses. It felt as though she was here. Like she was everywhere. I loved the sense of comfort it brought me.

I knew I had to find her.

There was no way in hell that I was going to let her go. I didn’t care if I had to turn the whole world upside down. I didn’t care how much money or other material things it was going to cost me. I didn’t care what I had to do to get her back.

She was mine.

All mine.

She belonged to me. No one else and I was ready to take out any obstacles in my way, to prevent me from being with the one person that managed to keep me sane. To keep me whole. To make me feel complete. I didn’t want to live that life with no colors anymore.

I wanted her. I wanted all of her.

A gentle knock at the door had me springing up from where I was. I practically dashed over to the door, pulling it open. My forehead creased in a frown at the sight of one of my workers. I arched one of my brows at her, waiting impatiently for her to state the reason she disrupted my peace, early this morning.

“Good morning, boss,” She greeted me and I rolled my eyes at her. I looked down at her hand and snatched the brown paper bag from her, slamming the door in her face. I skidded to the edge of the bed and plopped on it. I tore the paper bag open, pulling out the grey box.

I separated it and set her shoes in it, alongside her black hair band. Then, I remembered something. My gaze roamed the room for my trousers and I found them lying on the floor. I dropped the box on the bed and picked it up, dipping my fingers into its pockets.

I pulled out the black thong, squeezing the soft material between my fingers and shutting my eyes instinctively.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I want you. All of you. Right now.”

I could hear her voice in my head, repeatedly. Her soft, smooth, and velvety voice. How badly it turned me on. How hard it left me. I could remember every kiss, every touch, every sound she made as I ran my fingers along every curve of her body. I could remember the look in her eyes when I thrust into her. I could remember every word she uttered.

I could remember how my body burned with her touch, setting my entire being on fire. A fire I was willing to burn for.

Every. Single. Word.

Every little thing about her fascinated me. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her smell. The soft breaths that escaped her lips!

I dropped the black material into the box and sealed it shut, then I threw it into the paper bag, sighing softly.

I stood on my feet and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I sauntered into my closet and picked out an outfit that consisted of a crisp white shirt and black slacks. I completed the look with a black vest and blazers. I pulled the drawer that housed my watch and knuckle rings open, arraying them on my wrist and fingers, and then I sprayed my cologne.

I slipped my shoes on and fixed my tie, tucking a white handkerchief into my breast pocket. I combed my hair and slid colorless shades on, leaving the closet.

I opened my drawer and tucked two pistols in my waistband. I unlocked my phone and dialed his number. It rang for a few seconds before he picked up.

“Get the car ready,” I ordered.