An Empire of Guns and Lies (18+)

Fifteen (Quindici) (August's POV)

The crashing of glass pulled me out of my drunken state, I hoisted my gun and searched the room for a broken window and enemies may have came in, but what I found was my favorite Italian beauty standing in the doorway tears threatening to spill from her chocolate eyes. Immediately I was on alert, I made to move thinking that she was hurt by the shards of broken glass that now lay at her feet however as I attempted to stand up my eyes fell on the woman kneeling in front of me, the same woman Vera claimed was her cousin a few days ago.

I understood the situation now, I fucked up. Before I could get the chance to explain, Vera had apologized and ran off.

Why the fuck did she apologize? It was evident on her face and from the tears staining her cheeks that she was hurt, I hurt her and it broke me inside. I pushed Maeve aside and chased after my love, the estate being fairly dark made it hard to run when I finally caught her I tried my best to calmly explain the situation but her anger and frustration blinded her as she kept shouting, drowning out my voice, the words she said to me ripped my heart out.

Why would she ever think that she wasn't enough for me? I seriously fucked up, I regretted the moment I left the bed that I shared with her. Defeated and heartbroken at the fact that I was the reason the woman in front of me was hurt at her request, I let her go. She sort the comfort of her best friend who I was very sure hated every cell in my body despite not even knowing my name.

The next morning was no better, Vera came down stairs her eyes puffy and swollen, she tried to hide it but I saw through her facade. I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms and tell her I was sorry that I am sorry for the pain I put her through but I realize that was no longer possible the moment she called me "Mr. Alessi".

My stomach dropped but I said nothing only hurting her more in the process. Vera actively avoided me through out the day she definitely did not want to hear my sorry excuses. Being as it was a Sunday I was sat at the estate's poolside some of my men with me, we were enjoying a game of cards when one of them started the conversation of Verena leaving Italy.

My legs started moving first before I had the time to register was what happening and it was true there she was walking towards the door, two suitcases trailing behind her, even with sadness washed over her she was still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Anger was my first emotion, I pulled her suitcase out of her hands and demanded she tell me where she was going. I should have known better that she was not going to give me an answer, she did not look please to see me at all.

Her usual mischievous smirk was no where to be seen on her plum lips but I was not taking no for an answer I denied her entry into the SUV waiting in the front yard for her, eager to be rid of my presence she gave me a one word answer. "Spain" her voice soft and void of her usual energy

And then she was gone.

I let her go, the anger I felt at myself was unimaginative.

That takes us to the present day, it has been only one day since Vera was gone and her presence or lack of was definitely felt not just by me.

Vera did not know this but she was the sun to a lot of these men, many would voluntarily lay down their life for her.

I was miserable, I put no effort into trying to look decent this morning I was aware my eyes were lifeless and had bags under them so if one more person asked me if I was okay it would be the last question they ever asked.

I was on my way to Don Di Genova's office to get answers as to where had he sent my treasure, I couldn't stand to be away from her a second longer however, answers evaded me, he assured me that he will inform his inner circle on the situation when his sister returned. I dared to challenge him for an answer but I did not have the energy to fight or shout with anyone at the moment, nodding I left his office and retreated back to my room with no choice but to wait for her return.

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