instantly.

”Run away to where? You
e speaking like youve suddenly forgotten how father is, hed find me immediately and only God knows what hed do to me then. And besides, now that Im Lucas property, he could have the whole mafia looking for me and theyd find me in a few minutes… knowing who mr Luca is, he could blow my head off out of irritation. ”

”No, Mr Luca wouldn be involved since you
e not married to him yet, its going to be just father. I think running away is way better than getting married to the mafia lord. ” Angelo argued but I only shook my head with a small, resigned sigh.

I wasn as courageous as he was neither was it as easy as he was making it sound, I couldn bring myself to run away into a world I knew nothing about. Ive been shielded all my life and never go anywhere without the guards for my own safety, I didn know any place nor anyone, nor do I have any money I could use without my fathers awareness since he always get notified each time we make use of the atm card which was directly connected to his bank. My friends were totally useless as well since they were just like me, powerless in a world like ours.

Being a girl in this world was one of the worst things that can ever happen to a person.

”Theres nothing I can do and you know it, ” I said quietly after a while and Angelo reached out and took my hand in his warm ones.

”What was mothers reaction? ” He asked and I let out a quiet snort, ”The usual; expressionless, unbothered. ”

”I hate that woman so much, yknow? ” Angelo continued with a frown and I nodded my head, agreeing with him instantly, ”I hate her so much as well. ”

”Sometimes I wonder if shes our real mother. I mean, aren mothers supposed to be extremely in love with their children and would almost never stand by and watch their children suffer unnecessarily? ” Angelo continued and I breathed out another small sigh, not knowing what to think anymore.

Ive made up a thousand excuse for her in my head while growing up as to why she was the way she was. Ive watched my friends talking about their mother with so much love and gratitude dripping off their voice, about how they could ask to their mum to help them convince their fathers on an issue… my own case was quiet different from theirs. Mother never bothers trying to convince father on anything, whatever father said was final and thats that.

Ive always tried to understand the fact that she also doesn have any power when it comes to decisions making in the household… but what about being a mother? Being there when we needed her the most? Being there emotionally?

”I don know, Angelo, ”

”I seriously don think shes out real mother, I think our mother died or something and this is just our stepmom. ” Angelo continued and I smiled sadly before reaching up with my free hand and brushing his blond away from his face, he ducked away from my touch almost immediately and mock glared at me, silently reminding me that he wasn the kid he used to be before.

”Don be ridiculous, yknow we both got our hairs and dimples from her, thats proof enough that her blood definitely runs in our veins. ” I admonished him because it was the truth. I knew when mother got pregnant with Angelo, I was barely three but I remembered it faintly so she was definitely our mother.

”I don know, all I know is that I hate her and father so much. ” He finally muttered and I sighed.

I think I hated them more than he did at this point.

”You know once you get married, we won be able to see ourselves a lot again. ” Angelo muttered quietly, reminding me again about how matured he was now.

”Yeah, I know. But I won stop loving you and having your back, you know that, right? ”

”I do… its just wouldn be the same here without you. ” He continued as he slightly squeezed my hand in his, making my eyes prickle with tears once again.

”It wouldn be the same without you in my life physically anymore, ” I whispered, sniffing back tears and blinking away the teardrop clinging to my eyelashes.

”Wed still communicate through the phone and would try to meet up anytime we can, I promise. ”

I whispered, my voice breaking at the last two words with a small sob, leaving my brother behind was heart wrenching than I used to think it would be while growing up. Now it was actually happening so fast and there was nothing I could about it than to hope Luca wouldn be against me meeting up with my brother.

Angelo tugged my hand forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I slipped my hand around his waist and silently cried against his broad chest in the quiet room. Out of nowhere, my younger brother was all grown up and acting like the elder sibling I never had.

We remained in that position for a long while with me crying silently and him patting my hair and squeezing my shoulders tight, offering me more emotional strength than Ive ever received from anyone else throughout my whole life, the opened bag of cookies long forgotten.

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