Dante

At last it will be mine. Finally. I just don't understand why I'm not excited like I thought I would be. The purpose was always that, to make her mine, to have her for one night, to satisfy my wildest instincts, to possess that lush body and make her scream as I fuck her hard. But what has made me change?

I'm upset, but mostly with me, as I'm starting to feel something for that little girl. That's not me. I want to do that, to take her and make her mine by force, but deep down something tells me not to.

These days I got to thinking about what it would feel like to have someone by your side, a relationship, something stable, a girlfriend or maybe a wife, a woman to spoil, and share things with her instead of having sex, making love to her, sleeping in each other's arms and maybe starting a family.

And why not, it will be because I'm a fucking murderer, a mobster who is full of enemies and may meet the same fate as his parents. Instead of them hurting me, they will hurt them. I'm