Mine to Protect, Mine to Own Pt3
yandere mafia classmate x reader pt3
The moon was high when you made the decision.
You couldnāt take the silence anymore the velvet trap of his estate, the way everyone looked at you like you already belonged. And worse, the way youād started to feel like maybeā¦ you did.
Maybe it was the way NicolĆ² touched you now gentle, reverent, his cold mask cracking whenever your fingers brushed his. Maybe it was the things he whispered in the dark, things he never said when the lights were on.
Or maybe it was the way your heart beat faster when he was near, not just in fear but in something dangerously close to want.
You hated yourself for it.
You stood in front of the mirror in your new suite, his suite, wearing a silk nightgown Isabella had left in your closet. It clung to your body like water, soft as breath. Your hair, usually tied back, hung loose around your shoulders. Your skin glowed in the low candlelight.
You looked like someone else.
You stepped quietly into NicolĆ²ās bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, black slacks riding low on his hips. His head was bowed, elbows on his knees, hands running through his hair. He looked exhausted. Vulnerable.
He didnāt look up when he spoke.
āI heard you pacing,ā he murmured. āYou okay?ā
You swallowed hard, stepped closer.
āI couldnāt sleep,ā you said. āToo much on my mind.ā
His eyes dragged down your body slow, stunned, hungry. For a moment, he didnāt breathe.
You stepped between his knees, your hands settling on his shoulders.
He didnāt move. He just looked up at you like you were something sacred. Like heād never been this close to salvation.
You bent slightly, your lips brushing his ear.
āMake it stop,ā you whispered. āMake me forget where I am. Just for tonight.ā
You leaned back, looked into his eyes, and for the first time, you meant it, at least a little. That scared you more than anything.
āI want you, NicolĆ².ā
That shattered whatever control he had left.
He surged up and kissed you, rough and needy, pulling you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, your thighs, your face like he was afraid youād vanish.
And for a while, you let yourself get lost in it. You kissed him back. You moaned when he whispered your name. You arched into him like you belonged there, like his bed was your home, like youād never dream of leaving.
And when it was over, when his breathing slowed and his arm tightened protectively around you.
Waited for his heartbeat to even out.
Waited for the rhythm of his breath to soften in sleep.
Then you slipped out of bed.
Barefoot, silent, you crept across the room, every step a betrayal.
You reached the hall. Slipped past the sleepy night guard, someone new, someone who didnāt know your patterns yet. You took the back stairwell, heart pounding, pulse wild.
Out into the trees behind the estate.
Time passed in fragments. Branches scratched your skin. Leaves clung to your feet. You didnāt care. You ran like your life depended on it because it did.
You didnāt know how long you were gone. An hour? More?
The forest seemed endless. Every turn looked the same. You began to panic.
What if Iām going in circles?
Then an engine. Distant. A road.
Relief surged through you.
You sprinted toward the sound, lungs burning, legs aching.
You ran harder, pushing through branches, until the trees thinned and gravel crunched beneath your feet.
Youād made it to the roadside.
A sharp pain tore through your leg. You screamed.
A massive dog had latched onto your right calf, teeth sinking deep enough to bruise but not quite enough to tear flesh. You fell hard to the dirt, unable to move.
More barking. More growling. You twisted, tried to crawl.
A voice tore through the air like a gunshot.
He stormed out of the treeline, coat flying behind him, his face twisted in something savage. His eyes locked on you, and you knew.
āI trusted you!ā he roared.
āI thought.....ā His voice cracked as he approached. āI thought you were finally starting to see it. I thought you were smart enough to love me back.ā
You tried to move your hands shaking, blood and sweat mixing but the pain made you cry out.
āI loved you!ā he screamed, chest heaving. āI love you. I saved you. And you throw that away for what? A few minutes of freedom?ā
You looked up, tears blurring your vision. āYouāre insane.ā
He stopped just in front of you. His eyes usually so cold were burning now. With rage. With heartbreak.
āYou think I wanted this?ā His voice dropped to a whisper. āYou think I wanted to become my father?ā
You didnāt get a chance to respond.
His boot came down not on the dog.
You screamed. The pain was blinding. It shot through your leg like fire, raw and sharp and real.
You collapsed fully, shaking.
āI didnāt want to do that.ā His voice trembled. He knelt beside you, cupping your face with one hand while the other still trembled with restraint. āBut you wouldnāt stop. You kept running. I... I had to keep you safe.ā
You sobbed, half in pain, half in horror. āSafe? SAFE?! You broke me!ā
āIām sorry,ā he whispered. āIām sorry, amore mio. I didnāt want to. But I had to. The world out there itās worse. You donāt see it. I do.ā
He swallowed. His thumb brushed away a tear you hadnāt meant to let fall.
āYou can hate me. Iāll still protect you.ā
You cried harder, curling away, but he pulled you into his arms, cradling you like something precious. You wanted to bite, scream, claw but your body was done.
Two sleek, black Rolls Royces rolled to a stop on the gravel. Their windows were dark, impossible to see through. They moved slowly, deliberately.
From each, two guards stepped out, dressed in black, silent, dangerous. The dogs backed away with whimpers as their handlers approached.
The taller guard nodded once. āBoss.ā
NicolĆ² didnāt respond. He just gathered you gently into his arms.
You whimpered from the pain, head falling weakly against his shoulder.
āIāve got you,ā he murmured. āYouāre safe now.ā
You barely felt the world shift as he carried you into the first car. As he settled you in the backseat, your eyes fluttered shut from the pain, the exhaustion, the fear.
The last thing you saw before everything faded.
Was NicolĆ²ās face, inches from yours.
And the last thing you heard.
āIāll never let you go again.ā
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Thank you very much for reading. This part was written only thanks to my anon.
I also want to apologize for my inactivity, but I was traveling for a month and a half, and after I returned home, I had to deal with school for the next week, and then I had surgery. They removed a tumor from my breast, and it healed poorly, which is why I wasn't in the mood to write. I'm not telling you my diagnosis so that you will feel sorry for me, but so that you will be aware and practice breast self-examination. What I had was harmless, but I know girls my age who discovered this type of tumor late because they didn't practice self-examination, and one boy who didn't believe he had a tumor in his breast, and then it turned out to be cancer, and he didn't want to admit it for a long time. It's also worth mentioning that this was the second time I had this tumor; I first got it when I was only 13 years old. I'm just telling you this so that you can be careful and if you know that something is wrong with your body, please deal with it as soon as possible. Thank you for reading this long paragraph and please be careful on yourselves. āø(ļ½”Ė įµ Ė )āøā”
