Oh My Gangster 

Part Four 

Luca 

I don't know about Mile's but those moments when he called out at me. Time stopped for me, seeing him standing there amongst the crowd drowned everything else out and I could only see him. Even the anger bursting through me because of that waste of space Harry just dissipated. I felt compelled to move towards him, like an invisible force was pulling me in his direction. 

And now we are at mine. He's cute, too cute for words, sitting on the edge of the bath tending to my wounds, although there's not many, he did it anyway.

"Why were you fighting?" He asked, swabbing the cut on my cheek. 

"Because that guy is a total waste of space and pissed me off." 

"Still, there were a lot of people there." 

"I don't care." I snatched his hand and held it to my face. It's so warm and comforting. "You came, why?" He looked away. I pulled his face so he would look at me again. "Tell me." 

"I don't know." 

"I'm glad." 

"And you're a total grade A idiot." I could feel the fire in my belly starting to build again, along with some other unidentifiable emotion that I didn't want to consider, only because before this point he was a guy I just wanted for the sake of just wanting and now he's more than that. No, he's always been more than that. God, I thought, I'm not like this. I'm stern, I do my job, I'm good at it. I'm a boss and future head. I had my guy's, but it wasn't unusual for the guys to be friendly with me, we had learned where our loyalty was and we stood by each other, but they knew better than to expect the same response from me all the time. They'd figured out that I wasn't a talker, well not always. Never had been and never would be. But I'd earned their respect in different ways. And with guys who broke their backs with physical labor in less than ideal circumstances, having a knowledgeable boss who wasn't afraid to get down in the dirt with them and do the exact same kind of work went a long way. They'd learned not to ask questions about my past, just like I never asked them about theirs. It's just how it is. Yet this guy in front of me pulled me in all directions. The guys started to notice, hell even I noticed I was going completely bonkers. But they didn't stand in my way, they helped me. I guess loyalty goes a very long way. 

"I am an idiot," I chuckled, letting my fingers brush through my damp hair. "I'm going insane, you know?" 

"You and me both." He replied, finishing the dressing on my wound. "There, done." He smiled at me. A big gut wrenching smile. I'd never seen him smile like that and I loved it. 

"So cute." He pulled away a little when my fingers touched his cheek. "I told you, I don't bite." 

"Yeah, the bigger dogs are more sly." 

"You see me as an animal?" 

"We are all animals, Luca, trying to mark our territories." 

"I see." I said, moving away from him and leaving my bathroom. Although he was right there, in front of me, he's still so far away. 

"I...wanted to help you." 

"I know and you have, you can leave now, if you want." I held my face as my other hand helped steady me. I was slowly losing all my reasoning. I wanted him so much that it felt like a vice was squeezing my heart. It was unfamiliar to me but I couldn't stop it. 

"You really want that?" I could hear his footsteps as he crossed the room and neared me. "Is it?" I turned around, he was so close. 

"You don't want to leave?" I asked. 

"Answer me first." 

"I don't want you to leave," I moved towards him, he didn't back away, he stood firm. "I want you to never leave." 

"Then," He shy's a little and started to pick at his thumb like it was a starter before the main meal. "I will stay, but only for tonight." 

"One night, huh."

"Yeah, one night." 

"What about your friends?" 

"You're asking me that now? You didn't give a hoot when you kidnapped me last time. Besides, I've turned off my phone." 

"One night," I repeated again, moving even closer to him. I could feel his heat slip through my clothes to my skin. "One night is not enough." I said, grabbing his waist. 

"One night is enough…" I stopped him from talking because I didn't want to hear the rest of that answer. His lips against mine, his fingers slowly tracing my spine through my shirt. It's not enough, it will never be enough. 

"I take it this...one night I get to hold you?" 

"Hold me? My body you mean?" 

"Exactly," I whispered. He hitched a breath and leant his forehead on my shoulder. "I won't hurt you." 

"That's...not what I'm afraid of." 

"Then what are you afraid of?" He pulled away a little, yet I still held a firm grip on his waist, too afraid he'd run from me. 

"I'm afraid I won't let it stop." 

"Then don't let it stop." He shook his head as if letting my words escape him. But there it was again, that deep crimson blush. 

"One night, just…one." I closed my eyes and let my fingers trace his jaw line and brought our lips back together. I'm afraid, because one night...will never be enough.