Page 99 of Doll's Eye
He gradually lifts his head, and my stomach churns when we lock eyes and gape in sheer horror. I rush to close the gap and brush his hair out of his face to get a better look at him. The bruising and swelling aren’t what tears my gut up in anguish and agony. It’s the fact that his lips have been sewn shut. Seeing me, his chest heaves with growing tension.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper and move his hair back again. I used two hair ties to hold my ponytail in case one broke, so I remove one to tie half of his hair back to stay out of his face for me, and I get a better look at his face. I hold back a grimace as I gently sit in his lap and cup his face with just as much caution. “And I was so looking forward to stringing this out.” I give him a sad smile and reach for one of my knives tucked inside my boot. “Okay.” I take a deep breath in and out to help steady my hand. “Stay completely still for me, baby.”
As delicately as possible, not to nick his lips, I cut through the thread and he gasps for air. My forehead falls to his and my breathing begins to match his. Letting my nerves surface.My poor baby.
“Baciami,” he hoarsely rasps.
My eyes fly open as I pull back slightly. Instantly, I’m hesitant. Not because of my pride, but because I don’t want to hurt him. But anything can happen once we leave the safe confines of this room. I could soon lose him, or he could lose me.
Pressing my lips gently to his, he growls and jerks his head forward to deepen it. He tastes like blood, his tongue is coarse most likely from dehydration, but I don’t care. It still tasteslike him, and it’s been years since I’ve felt this complete. It’s so familiar and yet as exhilarating as experiencing something for the first time.
“Are you two almost done in there?!” Armando calls out from the other side of the door as gunfire continues in the background.
“Almost!” I call back and slide off Massimo’s lap. “So, I got to use the minigun,” I brag with a big grin as I cut his limbs loose.
He chuckles roughly and shakes his head. “I’m sorry I missed that.” He stands up and rolls his head around on his shoulders.
“I’ll let you pick.” I hold up my Glock and the heavy gun. He reaches for the Glock and I have a hard time parting with it. It’s my favorite. He eyes me and I pout right before letting it go. “You be good to her.” I turn and pound the door twice with my fist. “Done!”
Armando opens the door. “About time,” he grumbles then acknowledges Massimo with a head nod.
Stepping one foot out of the door, Massimo pulls me back. “Don’t even think about it, Massimo,” I warn him with a murderous look.
His nostrils flare and he takes a soothing breath. There’s no doubt in my mind we was planning on locking me in here until it was safe. “I love you,” he says instead.
I grin then raise my gun. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Chapter fifty
Massimo
I’m overly keen on finishing what Alessia and I started back in that room.
Especially as we pick off the rest of the Russian bastards that captured and tortured me. To watch Alessia in action with her slicked-back ponytail and combat gear, looking like a modern-day Viking, I’m not a mess inside with worry over her safety like I thought I’d be. I somehow fall for her all over again. She’s fucking fearless.
We end up gathered in one area once all the gunfire has died down. “Happy they didn’t kill you,fratello.”Brother. Ezzo pats me on the back.
“Nice ponytail,” Armando teases, making others chuckle.
I smirk down at Alessia, and she reaches up to toy with some of my hair left down. “I think it’s sexy.” She grins.
A rumbling noise sounds in the back of my throat as I take her around the waist. “Sexy, huh?”
“Very,” she purrs and slides her hands up and around my neck, giving my hair a little tug.
“So, I assume you two have finally kissed and made up?” Tullio asks.
“More like calling a truce,” she responds without taking her eyes away from me.
I pick her up off her feet, and she wraps herself around me. Her brothers all begin to protest, but we tune them out as I pin her against the wall. The rest of the world seems to melt away, and we’re caught up in our own little reality. I stroke her face in disbelief that she’s really here. I thought I was going to die today. I thought I had reached my limit, and everything had finally caught up to me, with this being my only contrition.
“You didn’t leave me to die,” I murmur with no seriousness.
“I didn’t.” Her eyes dart all over my face and I can only imagine what she sees. “Sorry for getting you into this mess.” Her mutter is hardly audible.
If I could move my eyebrows right now, they’d jump up in shock. Though it was a half-assed apology, Alessia does not apologize. So, when she does, she means it wholeheartedly.
“But if you ever do that to me again, I will feed you your own dick.” Our lips come together as I chuckle, but all humor quickly fades when I have to pull away due to the pain it causes me. “Let’s go get these stitches out of you,” she says softly as she strokes my cheek amorously. I’ve longed for this softer side of her.
