Chapter 29: Chapter 29 I'm my father's son...
"What are you waiting for Tristan, I want to see what magic you can perform with your tongue."
"Oh, darling you wouldn't be able to handle it...."Tristan whisper as he leaned closer, his breath mingles with Mila's. Slowly, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending goosebumps throughout her body. "I promise to kiss every square inch of this body of yours and more off course, because you're all tied up and ready for fun, are you ready, Mila?" he whispers curiously as his lips touches hers every now and then.
She looks him directly in his big brown almost black eyes, "我爱你 wǒàinǐ Tristan"(I love you - Mandarin)
He chuckles lightly..."Sono pazzo innamorato di te. Mila"(I'm crazy in love with you - Italian)
Mila couldn't help but blush as Tristan smiled at her.
Tristan looked at her, closing his eyes and lowering his head for a moment, "you smell like chocolates and vanilla" he then took a deep breath, savoring the scent that reminded him of her. "I need you Mila....I can't lose you again," he whispers softly.
"I need you too, Tristan, and I don't want to lose you either again," she whispers back.
Tristan paused for a moment looking her straight in the eyes. "Your father was planning on taking you back to Italy, did you know that?"
Mila's voice grew tense. "No, I didn't. We're not actually on speaking terms at the moment, but he can try, Tristan, I'm not going back. He'll have to kill me first."
Tristan's expression darkened, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "Let's not spoil the mood. We can talk later. But this week you are mine and only mine...."
Confusion knitted Mila's brows. "What do you mean, this week, Tristan?" she tried to prop herself up on the bed, forgetting that she was tied and slam back on her back.
Tristan let out a heavy sigh, slowly rising to his feet, he unties Mila from the bed posts and sat on the corner on of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. Lowering his head into his hands, he mutters, "Mila...really? Do you want to discuss all of this right now?"
"Yes Tristan, I do, I'm tired of all this games and to be kept in the dark about my life! Do you hear me? It's MY fucking life, and I have absolutely no control over it! Everyone seems to think they know what's best for me, who I should marry, apparently what my career should be, and that I 'm some kind of threat to every mafia gang out there! I'm exhausted, Tristan. I'm physically and emotionally drained.
Mila's voice cracked with anger her frustration finally boiling over. "You know what? I'm going home Tristan and I'm going to start living my life MY OWN fucking life! and anyone who dares to interfere...well, let's just say they won't live to tell the tale! Consider that a promise!" Her eyes flashed with a fierce determination.
Tristan turned his upper body to look at Mila. "Wow, you use the f word quite allot in one sentence Mila, calm down, babe."
Mila's face turned red with frustration. Don't ever tell me to calm down, try that again and it will be the last words you ever said," she screamed. "Where are my clothes, Tristan?"
"Before you go all Hulk on me, let me explain," Tristan said holding up his hands. "Uuummm....yeah.... you see....uummmm.... you don't have clothes here." he continues to stutter.
Mila's jaw dropped. "WHAT!!!! Don't joke around, Tristan, I'm not in the mood for any more games. I want to get dressed and get home so that I can start living."
"Yeah, well you see that's the other thing.... "Tristan said and scratched his head sheepishly.
Mila sighed. "What is it, Tristan, speak up before..."
"YoucantleavetheIsland." Tristan said all in one word.
"Speak slower, Tristan I couldn't hear what you said."
Tristan took a deep breath, and he spoke slowly. "You can't leave the Island you are stuck here for a week, Mila."
Mila folded her arms tightly, her expression oozing anger. Her eyes pierced through him.
"Say something, cupcake. Don't look at me like that. If your looks where knifes, I'd be dead by now." Tristan remarked.
"Good, because you're first on my most wanted list," Mila retorted her voice laced with danger. She storms towards Tristans closet and snatch one of his shirts and slipping it on.
Tristan chuckled, "Well, I hope that's your list of most wanted lovers."
Mila let out a sigh, her eyes softening. "Funny, but not happening anymore. So where is here? Where is this Island?"
"We are on the Island of Bali, in Indonesia." Tristan spoke softly.
Mila's eyes widened..."Bali, you say?"
Tristan nodded. "Yes, my love Bali. And we have the entire week for ourselves."
Mila's voice grew sharp with anger. "You see, Tristan? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You just decide that I have to put my life aside and spend it with you. Did it ever cross your mind that I have a career? Did you even bother to think to ask me what my plans are for the week? Did you consider if I have something important to do? You see, outside the mafia, I actually have a life, Tristan. That's the reason why I hate it so much. You think that you are in charge of everything and that you can decide for me, and I just have to follow. Did you know that I have a big concert this week? Did you know that I have two rehearsals before the concert? Huh? Tell me, Tristan, did you?" Mila's fiery gaze bore into Tristan, her frustration palpable.
"Yes, Mila, I did. And before you shut me out and criticize me, hear me out. Let me explain, and then you can decide if I'm still worth it." Tristan said, his voice full of tension.
Tristan walks over to Mila, gently taking her hand leading her towards the bed. "Sit, Mila. Let me explain, please," he urged as they both sat down on the edge of the bed.
Mila looked at him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Okay, I'm listening, Tristan."
"I know about your concert," Tristan said, his voice laced with nervousness. "And guess what? I was the first one that bought a ticket when it went on sale. But believe me when I say this, Mila. I don't want to take you away from dancing because I know it's your life. Infact, I want to support you in every way that I can think is possible. That's one of the reasons I brought you here."
Mila looked at Tristan with curiosity in her eyes. "Brought me here? What do you mean Tristan?"
Tristan looked at Mila with seriousness. "Your father came to take you back to Italy, he wants to cut out everything and everybody from your life. I couldn't let that happen, so I took matters in my own hands and kidnaped you. I also took care of your concert and got it moved two weeks ahead, so you can have enough time." Tristan turned his head and looked out of the window, he sighs. "This is the only place they won't be able to track us down.
"Why Tristan?" Mila asked with disbelief.
Tristan paused for a moment and looked back at her, before he mutters with confidence. "I can't let him take you away from me Mila, not again."
"I can take care of my father, Tristan. I'm not going back to Italy, and he knows that..." Mila's voice trailed off. "But how the hell did you manage to move the concert? It's one of the biggest dancing events in Singapore, and people from all over the world are going to be there?"
Tristan eyes gleamed with mystery. "I'm my father's son, Mila. and nothing is impossible for us. But the most important thing is... I love you, and I will do anything for you."
Mila looked at Tristan with shock etched on her face. She couldn't find the right words. "I don't know what to say, Tristan."
Tristan leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. "Just say you will be mine, Mila. Please that's all I want."
Mila's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry...Tristan, I can't...
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