“You know this is all the romance I can give you?” he says moving on top of me, we were sleeping naked, we needed no clothes. We’ve gotten so attached that we’re practically living this life together. And I love that. Dominik has been nothing but protective, supportive, and caring. And even if he thinks this is all the romance he gives me it isn’t.
Every smile, glance, every word, every wink, every kiss, every morning coffee waiting for me, meals with our friends, the aftercare he religiously puts us through after wild nights. That I’d dare say has been daily, and not only due to Dominik. He’s made me crave him so much, that even when he doesn’t initiate, I do. And those are the hottest nights.
It’s all progress in our relationship. I’m not the only one who changed him. He changed me. Dominik took me off my insecure protective shell, and showed me outside my walls there’s a whole world waiting for me open-armed.
“I live for that romance,” I say and it was the wrong answer. We’ve both got plenty to do, yet we’re going nowhere.
“Live, love, breathe, eat, preferably me,” Dominik says and I actually gain the courage to push him away. He follows me to the bathroom and corners me.
“Josh is waiting,” I remind Dominik, yet he always has an answer, one that favours us over others.
“We’re just taking a bath,” he says turning on the water and pinning me against the wall. I was born and surrounded by chaos before him, now it is contained, in various chambers of my mind. Everything is safely organised and properly shelved. And all thanks to the chaos king that stole my heart, and showed me I too can be loved. I, too, deserve to be the one and only of someone. And he’s also my one and only. I’m glad of how things turned out.
I needed Dominik and he needed me. From the beginning, we just needed time and space to find a way to one another. We both believed we were doomed. Me to love someone who only likes me. Dominik to die killing without ever being loved.
I don’t know why or how fate worked this way but I’m thankful for it every day. And that’s a constant that will never change.
I’m the angel to his demons. He’s the chaos I choose to embrace.
Epilogue
Dominik
Love.
She entered my life and stole it alongside my soul. I didn’t care, I let her take it and she showed what it was like to actually live. Until then I was only existing, fulfilling the role I thought was meant for me.
Blood, flesh, death were all I saw and all I wanted to see. I thought I needed nothing else. When I found Love she was a piece in the game of what I thought were bigger players, higher beings, the ones playing were a bunch of fools. I realised that from the moment I met them. I thought I was the only rational being in this universe, and the world was made of weak, power-seeking worms I had to slash on my way to greatness.
What I didn’t know was that I was caving the blood-soaked grave I’d be buried in. I was never going to stay alive for long. It wasn’t what I was made for. I was made for killing, and one day after thousands of perfect deaths, I’d be caught. And I’d have no soul, no reign, no place to call home.
I had no friends, no life, no reason to be alive. I was a robotic person, living in autopilot for god only knowshow long.
I was meant to kill Love. However, the moment I caught her glance on mine, it was an impossible mission to conceive. So I cancelled it, and made it my mission to make Love mine, and erase anyone and everyone that threatens her existence. That included the ones who plotted her murder, Spencer and Liot.
Kit found Clara’s poem in Liot’s house. The words were the exact following.
It started with a twist.
A twisted grin on his lips.
A wicked game in his head.
A game where everyone ends up dead.
Love shivered when I misplaced it and she accidentally read it. I saw myself in those words. Or better what I would’ve become if Love hadn’t found her way into my heart.
The truth is… I’d be just another Liot. Another emotionless asshole who would destroy everyone’s life trying to achieve power, because I thought that meant meaning. Only to realise people bring the meaning to life. Yet it would’ve been too late. They’d already be dead. And I’d be alone in the pile of bones I created.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Love welcomed me, and taught me empathy, I still don’t know if I really feel it or if I’ve learnt how to practice it by watching others. But that’s not the point. The point is, I have a family. My blood relatives are dead, yet the only people that matter to me are right by my side.
I stare at Love, peacefully sleeping against my chest.There’s no place else I’d rather be. And no one else I’d wish for but her.
Love is everything to me. And one day I’ll marry her.
For now, I’ll make the world a better place, so that when we take that step and start a family, they don’t have to be raised as a Ricik or a Kane. They will have a choice. Mafia or normal life, and we’ll support any option equally, because everything is under control, and they won’t have to learn from birth the cruelty humanity detains.
