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Story: Requiem
And what could I say? Because I know what Tati means. Roque’s touch did the same to me as Le Blanc’s is doing to her.
“Where are you, Red? Dragging this out will only make it worse for you.”
“How could it get any worse, Roque?”
He pauses. “Damn, I love the way my name sounds rolling off those lips.”
I hate myself. My nipples harden. My pulse is slightly faster. He still has so much control over me and I hate it. I want to knock him off his axis. Make his world tilt and make him burn for me.
“Do you remember… how I moaned it in your ear when you were inside me. Can you still feel the tip of my tongue against your skin, feel my breaths against you neck as you drove into me?”
“Romina.” His voice is strained.
“Pretty soon, it’ll be another man feeling and hearing all those things. I’m not going to let the ghost of who I thought you were dominate me anymore.”
“ROMINA!” This time my name is a roar. “If you let anyone else touch you… I’ll kill you both.”
My lips turn into a wry smile. “Ah, but you’ve already killed me before.”
Boom. I’ve successfully slammed an iron door between us, and he knows it. Whatever magical weave of seduction we were spinning ourselves in, I just cut through with the sharpest knife.
“And in the end, I couldn’t, and you now know why. There was a thread sewing our souls together, even back then. I felt it. You felt it.”
“The only thing I felt was the burn in my throat and the panic when I couldn’t breathe.”
“Liar. You felt me stealing your soul and getting mine in return.”
A shiver runs through me. Something utterly fucked happened in those dark moments between us and what he describes with his words is close to whatever it was.
“Goodbye Roque”
“Romina wait! She's after you. The families know you're alive now. You can't run, but if you do let me be the one to catch you. If it's not me, it'll be them And I promise you, love my punishment will hurt much sweeter than their revenge.”
“Like I’m scared of them or your bitch of a wife.”
“I might be married to her but it’s your face I saw when I said the vows. It was your name I whispered when I promised to cherish forever.”
“Are you saying you love me? That you’re in love with me? You couldn’t even be honest with me about who you were.”
“Neither could you. Baby Blue and my Little Red. Do you know what you are? When you mix blue and red—you get purple. The color of royalty. It symbolizes power and ambition. Be my queen, Romina. Together we can take down all of them and build a new empire.”
I pause, almost seduced by the image he’s weaving. I lift my chin. The only way I’ll ever be his again is if he bows to me. “I’m not interested, because I’m going to personally take you down. I’m the Fiorelli heir and I’m coming for you and any one that’s left of the families that turned their back on mine.”
“Don’t be a little fool. It’ll get you killed.”
“That’s fine. It was only luck that I’m still here anyway.”
“Fuck, little girl. When I catch you—you won’t be able to sit for days. I’m not sure what’s twitching more, my palms or my dick.”
“Probably, your eyelid. Calm down, Roque before you have a stroke. It’ll be a shame if you go out like that before I can cut your heart out and shred it to pieces.”
“You’ve already done that.”
I can listen anymore. He’s breaking me down. Lies. It’s all lies. A murderer mobster like him doesn’t love. It’s obsession. I do believe he’s obsessed with me only because I beat him at his own game. I disconnect, take the sim card out, place it on a rock and stomp it with my foot. I can’t contact Tati again. She’s already brainwashed by Le Blanc’s dick. I can’t trust her to be on my side. Sighing, I go back inside and check on Keisha. She’s fast asleep. At least someone will get some rest in this house tonight.
“Where are you, Red? Dragging this out will only make it worse for you.”
“How could it get any worse, Roque?”
He pauses. “Damn, I love the way my name sounds rolling off those lips.”
I hate myself. My nipples harden. My pulse is slightly faster. He still has so much control over me and I hate it. I want to knock him off his axis. Make his world tilt and make him burn for me.
“Do you remember… how I moaned it in your ear when you were inside me. Can you still feel the tip of my tongue against your skin, feel my breaths against you neck as you drove into me?”
“Romina.” His voice is strained.
“Pretty soon, it’ll be another man feeling and hearing all those things. I’m not going to let the ghost of who I thought you were dominate me anymore.”
“ROMINA!” This time my name is a roar. “If you let anyone else touch you… I’ll kill you both.”
My lips turn into a wry smile. “Ah, but you’ve already killed me before.”
Boom. I’ve successfully slammed an iron door between us, and he knows it. Whatever magical weave of seduction we were spinning ourselves in, I just cut through with the sharpest knife.
“And in the end, I couldn’t, and you now know why. There was a thread sewing our souls together, even back then. I felt it. You felt it.”
“The only thing I felt was the burn in my throat and the panic when I couldn’t breathe.”
“Liar. You felt me stealing your soul and getting mine in return.”
A shiver runs through me. Something utterly fucked happened in those dark moments between us and what he describes with his words is close to whatever it was.
“Goodbye Roque”
“Romina wait! She's after you. The families know you're alive now. You can't run, but if you do let me be the one to catch you. If it's not me, it'll be them And I promise you, love my punishment will hurt much sweeter than their revenge.”
“Like I’m scared of them or your bitch of a wife.”
“I might be married to her but it’s your face I saw when I said the vows. It was your name I whispered when I promised to cherish forever.”
“Are you saying you love me? That you’re in love with me? You couldn’t even be honest with me about who you were.”
“Neither could you. Baby Blue and my Little Red. Do you know what you are? When you mix blue and red—you get purple. The color of royalty. It symbolizes power and ambition. Be my queen, Romina. Together we can take down all of them and build a new empire.”
I pause, almost seduced by the image he’s weaving. I lift my chin. The only way I’ll ever be his again is if he bows to me. “I’m not interested, because I’m going to personally take you down. I’m the Fiorelli heir and I’m coming for you and any one that’s left of the families that turned their back on mine.”
“Don’t be a little fool. It’ll get you killed.”
“That’s fine. It was only luck that I’m still here anyway.”
“Fuck, little girl. When I catch you—you won’t be able to sit for days. I’m not sure what’s twitching more, my palms or my dick.”
“Probably, your eyelid. Calm down, Roque before you have a stroke. It’ll be a shame if you go out like that before I can cut your heart out and shred it to pieces.”
“You’ve already done that.”
I can listen anymore. He’s breaking me down. Lies. It’s all lies. A murderer mobster like him doesn’t love. It’s obsession. I do believe he’s obsessed with me only because I beat him at his own game. I disconnect, take the sim card out, place it on a rock and stomp it with my foot. I can’t contact Tati again. She’s already brainwashed by Le Blanc’s dick. I can’t trust her to be on my side. Sighing, I go back inside and check on Keisha. She’s fast asleep. At least someone will get some rest in this house tonight.