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"No," Dante's voice boomed from outside of a closet causing me to puff as a child feeling anger in me rise.
"Yes, I'm going," I hissed back, stomping outside only to meet his angry eyes that were boring holes in my head. His fists were clenched at his sides as his jaw keeps flexing showing me that he is not kidding when he says no, but I know I need to.
"You are not going to work at tattoo shop anymore, Leticia."
"For the last fucking time Dante I'm going," I pushed past him into the bathroom, but his retreating figure followed me.
"And I for the last time am telling you. You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere." settling through clenched teeth he leaned on the doorway looking at me through the mirror. He crossed his arms over his chest making his already big biceps look ten times their size. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he just returned from the gym making heat spill in my lower stomach.
Pushing dirty thoughts out of my head I glared at him "And why not? Who gonna stop me? You?" I bit back.
"Yes, I'm not letting you out of this fucking house. Not until that psychopath is still somewhere out there waiting to put his fucking fingers on you. You are not leaving get that in your head."
My breathing started to get hard, I needed to get out of this house, for the past two weeks ever since Dante dragged me here, I'm closed in. Closed in this fucking house, closed between these four walls. I can't do that anymore, if that's not enough today's the day when Bellissa is coming home.
The last time I saw her she was just a kid, a kid that didn't judge, but for a fact I know once I step in front of her there will be a judgmental look on her face. In the end, I am a girl that broke her brother's heart, I'm a girl that made Dante drink his pain away, I'm the one that broke her brother...
Over this past week ever since my meltdown in front of Dante, everything seemed to go back in time. Everything seems to be just like it was all these years ago.
Isabella talked to me a couple of days ago when Dante went out for some job. She was always a sweet talker. She made me feel safe, made me feel loved, made me feel like I'm talking to my mother. There was not a single trace of judgment in her voice or stare.
And so we talked. And talked. Almost the whole day. She didn't want me to tell her about what happened, Dante and Giovanni already filled her in with that information, instead, she filled me with everything I missed. She told me about Xavier, about her and Giovanni, about Bellissa, keeping it sweet, and not getting into too much stuff that would bring pain upon me.
Xavier, after the phone call apologized, for his behavior that morning, however, he needed to return to New York last night and that's the biggest reason for Bellissa to return, seeming she was with Xavier's wife, Athena- Anita- what was her name? A pretty girl she is, Isabella couldn't help herself but show me a picture of her.
