What are you doing to me bambolina

Andreas’s POV

I have survived a whole lot of shit in this world, a lot of demons, I’ve had to claw my way to the top, yet nothing unravels me faster than the sound of mirella saying ‘hello’ to her mother in that quiet broken voice.

She’s sat beside me, phone pressed to her ear, her hand tightened around it like it might shatter if she squeezed hard enough, her eyes unfocused as the color drains from her face, her shoulders stiffen.

I kept my eyes on the road, but ever nerve in my body beckoned for my eyes to be on her, to smash that goddamn phone in her hand, throw it out the window even.

“Yes” mirella says softly.

A pause

“Its not like I planned for this, mother.” Mirella continues, voice still polite but seemed on the edge of loosing it.

Another pause.

“No I’m not alone.”

That gets my attention.

Her beautiful eyes flick to me, glossy with unshed tears, before darting back to the window, God I wanted to kiss them away before they even had the honor to cascade down her delicate cheeks, my grip on the wheel hardened, I hated that just one person had the power to make her feel this way, I hated that I could do nothing about it.

Her mother.

I don’t know much about the woman, I mean I would see her from time to time when we were younger and I’d go over to their place, but we never really conversed, but I did know she always treated Jaxon with more care than mirella, which completely baffles me because how could anyone not love this angel of a person.

I wanted to take care of her, God I wanted to lock her up in my house and treat her like the queen she is. But sadly, I can’t. She’s my best friends sister. When I got the call from Jaxon about the whole situation, I wasted no time. Her number was always on my favorites list, my bambolina. I made a vow to ruin Nikolai, and I was going to take my sweet time to revel in it. He had gotten to marry my angel and had the gull to dump her for some long legged bimbo, and went the extra mile to embarrass her on live television. Oh he was going to pay, I’d make damn sure of that.

“Yes…I’m staying with someone.”

Someone

Not ‘Andreas’

My jaw tightens, but what was I expecting, I was her brother’s best friend, to her I was just someone.

“I don’t need your permission, mother,” she says, a crack finally forming in her tone. “I’m an adult.”

I pull into the driveway and cut the engine, but I don’t move. I don’t look at her. I give her privacy while staying close enough that she knows she’s not alone. It’s a balance I’m unfamiliar with if I’m being honest, this wasn’t the kind of guy I was, I don’t do emotions, I’m not warm, nor do I exhibit care, but for her, fuck, I’d be a soft marshmallow any day, any time.

What are you doing to me bambolina..

My eyes unconsciously trail down her thighs, the most unholiest of thoughts cloud my mind, how they’d feel on either side of my head while my tongue brings her over the edge again and again, how I’d have her trembling and screaming my name, how her soft, luscious pussy would taste, I’m sure it tastes like fucking heaven. My eyes flick up to her delectable lips.

How perfect they’d fit around my dick, how’d she’d stain my dick with her seductive ass lipstick. Fucking hell, snap out of it reas, she’s literally on the verge of tears and all you can think about is different ways to make her cum. My dick twitched at the thought of that. Goddamnit, I’m so fucked.

“Yes I know what people are saying,” she snaps “i don’t care.”

Lie.

“Yeah I know, you’d have loved if I’d married Antonio mother, are you serious saying you told me so right now?” She continues.

She listens for a long moment, completely still.

Then her face caves in.

“No.” She whispers. “You don’t get to say that”

My hand clench around the steering wheel.

Whatever that woman just said, whatever poison she spat. It landed exactly where she wanted it to.

“So it’s my fault he cheated?” She snaps “what should I have done mother! Laid in bed naked every night like a sacrificial lamb? Maybe that would’ve kept him, oh or a strip tease in his office, that would definitely had kept him, or maybe we should’ve just had a threesome, you know, maybe I’d still be married. I had Ivfs and injections out the ass all these years!, weekly intimacy! I did everything mother!, And you blame me?!, God, why do you always have to be such a bitch!” Mirella screamed, Tears streaming down her cheeks.

That does it.

I don’t remember unbuckling my seatbelt. I don’t remember moving, All I know is that. I’m suddenly turned towards her, one arm braced against the door, the other itching to rip the phone out of her hand and smash it.

She end the call before I can do something reckless.

The phone drops into her lap.

For a moment, her gorgeous eyes meet mine, she looked so tired, so fucking broken it made my heart twinge.

Then she laughs.

A soft, hollow sound that has nothing to do with humor.

She shakes her head “she’s finally succeeded in driving me mental.”

She opens the car door, clearly intending on escaping the conversation, the car, me, but her body betrays her, she freezes halfway out. One hand gripping the door like it’s the only thing holding her upright.

I’m out of the car in a second.

“Mirella.”

She doesn’t turn.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she does.

And what I saw in her eyes, broke me even further, shame.

I hated seeing her like this.

“Everything she said is wrong.” I tell her. My voice low and steady. “Every word.”

“You don’t know what she said.”

“I don’t need to.” I reply. “It’s not your fault.”

Her breath stutters. “Why did he do this to me.”

She finally breaks down in heart wrenching sobs.

Without thinking, I pull her into my chest.

She stiffens for a second, then collapses.

Her forehead presses into my shoulder. Her fingers clutch my shirt, I wrap and arm around her, as I inhaled her calming scent.

I shouldn’t care this much.

I shouldn’t feel this angry.

I shouldn’t want to burn the entire world down for her.

But I do.

I wanted to give Her a match to light this world on fire and stand behind her while she watched it fucking burn.