-Mia-

My hands were tangled in his hair and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was kissing me, his hands under my butt, squeezing it every so often and my body was pressed against his.

He abruptly moved away and I looked at him in surprise, my legs tingling. His sexy hazel eyes gazed into mine. "What's wrong?" I asked quietly, wanting to kiss him again.

"Mia, what are we?"

Two weeks had passed on since I first kissed him and ever since then, we couldn't stop.

I'd kiss him when I came home from university or work. He'd kiss me on the couch. I'd kiss him before bed. He'd kiss me before I left.

We would kiss and then act as though nothing happened between us, and go back to normal. We didn't actually talk about what was going to happen. Our relationship was odd and unofficial. I didn't even know who we were to each other.

I licked my lips, my legs slowly going down so I was standing again. I looked up at him, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know," I honestly told him before glancing at his lips. "But-" I went on my tippy toes and kissed him and he kissed me back, pulling me by my hips and pressing our bodies against each other.

I then pushed him back so he fell on the sofa and I climbed on top of him, kissing him hungrily. I didn't want this to end - it was really good.

We made out for a long time. My butt was moving up and down a little in the air as his hands squeezed it gently.

The phone rang and he groaned against my lips, pulling away only for me to crash my lips against his again. "Ignore it," I breathed out against his lips as I kissed him intensely.

"What if-" I interrupted him again by kissing him, his hands moving up and down my body.

The phone stopped before ringing again, then it was my turn to groan. "Answer. ." He breathed out, his hazel eyes gazing into mine and I sighed, sitting up so I was straddling him.

"Keep those lips warm," I told him and he rolled his eyes with a smile as I leaned over him, and his eyes slowly went down my shirt. I tutted and his eyes went back to my face.

I picked up my phone and answered the unknown caller. "Hello?" No reply.

"Hello?" I asked a few times, only to hear the sound of children laughing. I rolled my eyes, hanging up. "Prank caller," I told him and he sat up, his hands on my hips.

"Mia-"

"Crap!" I exclaimed, "if I don't go now, I'll be late for uni!" I pecked his lips before going off him and dashing out the room.

I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my coat and bag before yelling, "bye!" And leaving the house.

I got home in the afternoon and Vincenzo came up to me and kissed me shortly. I smile, blushing a little. "How was uni?" He asked and I pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear. "It was fine, thanks. I wanna go running, you wanna come?"

He shrugged a little with a smile. "Yeah, sure."

I went upstairs and changed into a sports bra and some sports leggings. I tied my hair into a ponytail that would swing whenever I walked. I took off my makeup and adding some lip balm to my lips before pulling up my leggings. I slipped on some trainers and tightened my ponytail.

I walked downstairs to see him on the phone but hung up once he saw me. I smiled, "hey, why aren't you dressed?"

"Actually, I think I might stay."

I looked at him in surprise before replying, "okay. Well, I guess I'll see you later." I grabbed my phone and earphones before walking over to him. He placed his hands on my waist. "You look great."

I smiled before kissing his cheek. "See ya."

'We'll never forget the past,
But what counts as our - brand new start.

Even if it hurts me - or I get scared,
Just come take this risk now
Be prepared

I runaway
I runaway
I runaway

Reaching for the stars
Travelling so far
Like a dragonfly
Keep our secrets there
Hide them everywhere

Just you and I

I run-

"Damn," I said, taking out my earphones and answering my call without looking at the ID whilst running.

"Hello?" I asked, breathless as I ran. Someone wolf-whistles at me while another cat-called me as I ran. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look.

"Mia."

I stopped dead in my tracks, colour draining from my face as a familiar voice spoke through the phone.

"J-James. ."

"Glad you haven't forgotten me," he said through the phone as I swallowed, nervousness running through me. "What do you want?"

"You."

"J-James-"

"Meet me at that milkshake bar on the corner of the street. Don't be late."

He hung up and I suddenly felt cold.

What could he possibly want and how was he out of hospital so soon? A month couldn't be enough for him to recover.

I licked my lips, tears coming into my eyes. I was frightened and unsure. What was I supposed to do?

I knew what James was capable of. If I didn't meet him, he would go to extreme lengths just to make sure that I did.

I felt sick and uneasy. I considered calling Vincenzo but I decided to leave him out of it. What could he do? He wasn't a gang member or someone who could figure this out. He was good at fighting though and I had been meaning to ask him how he was so good at that. That was besides the point though - what was I supposed to do?

I sighed, blinking back my tears and putting my earphones back in. I changed the song and jogged to the milkshake bar.

Once I got in, I took out my earphones and the door chimes from above.

Glancing around, I didn't see him at first until my eyes finally landed on him sitting in a booth by the corner. He saw me.

I built up my confidence and slowly walked over, nervousness running through me. I slid in the seat opposite him and swallowed, as his eyes slowly roamed my body.

"You look sexy."

"What do you want?"

"Like I said, you."

I shook my head at him and his face hardened. "We aren't together. I thought that was made clear when you were beaten up." His face was still bruised and his left eye was swollen just a little.

He chuckled lowly, "who was that, anyway? Your body guard?"

"He could be," I said, arching an eyebrow a little. "Because he definitely won't let me be with you."

He took in a sharp intake of breath. "You're mine."

"I am no one's but myself's."

His face got harder and I tried my hardest to maintain a strong face.

"You know me and what I can do-"

"And you know me," I told him, challengingly looking at him in the eye. "I could go to the police and have you done for rape - attempted anyway. Domestic abuse?"

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "you can try but you know my father." That threw me off track a little. I did know his father but I never met him. He was a powerful businessman and could get all charges dropped against James. I wouldn't stand a chance.

I bit my lip and he chuckled again, making me feel weak. "You're mine, Mia Feather." I abruptly stood and walked out the booth and out the bar, only for my arm to be yanked back when I stepped out.

His face was angry and he had a firm grip on my arm. Tears came into my eyes and pain tingled in my arm. "Let me go."

"You listen to me. Don't you dare try and make the rules - I do. Don't fùcking play with me, Mia, you're mine. And if I see that motherfùcker in your house when I come over tonight, it'll be the biggest regret of your life, you hear me?"

Giving in, I nodded, petrified and he let go of my arm. Immediately, I wrapped my hand around it, trying not to cry.

He smirked a little before pecking my cheek as a tear came out my eye. "Good. I'll see you later then."

He turned and left. Straight away, I let out a quiet whimper before tears ran down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away before turning and leaving, walking down the street, shivering.

I hated myself. How could I give in like that? I was so scared though and really didn't want anything bad to happen to me - or Vincenzo. He didn't deserve that. .but neither did I.

I got in the house to see Vincenzo eating an French milk brioche. He smiled, finishing it off and walking to me. "How was the run?" I smiled a little, "fine."

He then studied my face. "Angel, have you been crying?" I shook my head with a smile, "no, what do you mean?"

He stared at me, puzzled a little. "Your cheeks are really red and your eyes-"

"I've been running, V," I said, interrupting him. I walked past him and into the kitchen, drinking some water once I got in there.

He was leaning against the doorway, his arms folded. "Something's up with you." I shook my head, drinking some more as he came over. He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter before looking deeply into my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I. ." I hesitated. I was going to tell him about James but then thought better of it. If I told him, I'd make things worse in my mind. "You need to leave."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

"Be-Because James doesn't want you here."

His face was confused. "James? What's he got to do with anything?"

I swallowed, nervous. "We're back together so you need to leave."

He had an indescribable look on his face. "Did I miss something? What the fuck are you talking about?" His tone was angry and hard and I shivered a little. "I'm with James-"

"No, you're not. You bro-"

"Yes, we did break up but now we're together and you need to go."

"Mi-"

"Stop arguing with me!" I snapped and his face got angry. "I don't believe you."

I sighed, "believe what you want. Just go."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm not going and you're not going anywhere." He went to the kitchen door and shut it, turning to face me and I swallowed, nervous.

"Vince, stop."

"Stop?" He asked, coming closer. I tried to move past him but he didn't let me. "You're not going back to him. Never."

"You don't own me-"

"Neither does James!" He snapped abruptly and tears came into my eyes. I shook my head, "just let me out. He wants me back."

"What, so you're just going to go back to him?" I nodded and he scoffed loudly, shaking his head and giving me an angry look. "He tried to rape you, Mia!"

"He's ch-"

"Don't you dare!" He snapped, "what about us?"

"What about us?" I asked him, getting a little angry. "There was never 'us'!"

He scoffed, after a long silence. He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his soft hair. I looked down and he came over, lifting my head up.

He kissed me, his hand on my cheek and I kissed him back softly, wanting more.

He pulled away shortly and quietly said, "this is us."

He then gazed at me before shaking his head and leaving the room.

I bursted into tears.

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Hey, guys, I've considered moving the small prequel parts to the beginning as it might make more sense to have it at the start but I'd love to have an opinion on that. Thoughts?

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