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Ink & Sink
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POV: CHANGE
I SAT BEHIND my desk, scribbling on my paper. The letters I wrote had no meaning to me, not when I had much more important things playing at my mind.
"Tonight."
"Dinner."
My mind replayed the scenario over and over again.
I know she probably despises me far more than she already did. But I can't help myself.
She might not know it but when I'm around her, I'm calmer. I don't know why. My mind races with the thousands of words I want to say to her but I know I can't.
Growing up as I did, I'm not able to show any emotion other than rage and it's following synonyms.
I drop my black inked pen, running a hand through my hair as I leaned back in my chair. As I let out a sigh, the door burst open, making me narrow my eyes at the woman walking through it.
"Prince." She said as she marched up to my desk. I silently groaned as I met her eyes.
"Mother."
She squealed as she looked at my face. I rose a eyebrow in confusion, still keeping normal stone expression on. I looked back down to my paper and tried to continue with my writing.
"You're in LOVE!" She shouted as she danced around the room. I watched as she did a dance in almost every corner of the room.
"What are you going on about now?" I asked as I suppressed multiple curses.
"You and Royal! I heard you ask her out to dinner!" She screamed. I squinted my eyes before rolling them.
"You were the one in the goddamn bush, weren't you." I accused as I sat up.
"...that doesn't matter." She mumbled. "What does is that you're falling for her!"
"I'm no-"
"Shut up." She said sternly. Out of instinct, my mouth quickly closed.
"Whenever she's around you smile and you loosen up! You're more lenient on Junior and your staff, plus you barely spend any time with Marcus which is good news." She rants. "He was always a bad influence."
The thought of Marcus made me freeze. I squeezed the pen I held until I felt it snap. I looked down to see the black ink coating my fingers while large blotches stained the paper I was writing on.
"What's wrong?" My mother asked as she stared at the pen in disbelief.
"It's a broken pen." I lied. I picked up the broken pieces and threw them away.
"Wait where are you going?!" She called after me. "I'm not done!"
"I'm going to go clean my hands." I replied as I pushed open the door. As I stepped out the doorway, letting the door close behind me, my eyes wandered down the hall.
Royals room is down the hall.
I walked in the opposite direction. I walked to my room before entering my bathroom.
As I was washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked tired.
Running a Mafia will do that to you.
My cell phone started ringing, making me dry my hands on a nearby towel to answer it.
"Parlare." I said as I walked out the bathroom. I sat on the edge of my bed, head in my hand. (Translation: Speak.)
"Capo, dove sei andato ?! I russi sono pazzi, per non metterti pressione." Julian, one of my employees, asked worriedly. (Translation: Boss, where did you go?! The Russians are mad, not to put any pressure on you.)
He was always such a kiss ass.
"Sono a casa." I replied. I laid back on my bed as I stared at the ceiling, barely listening. (Translation: I'm home.)
"Che cosa?! Hai detto che dovevi andare in bagno e da allora non sei più tornato!" He cried out. (Translation: What?! You said you had to go to the bathroom and you haven't returned since!)
He's referring to how I had left my meeting and flew back here so suddenly.
When my mother called me earlier today and told me Royal needed me I had the sudden urge to come back and see her. Now my mother is going on about how I'm in love with her.
"E spero che li informerai della mia assenza." I spoke slowly, turning my statement into a warning. (Translation: And I trust you'll inform them of my absence.)
Before she could respond I pulled my phone away from my ear and hung up.
I sighed as I looked up, my eyes settling on my stocked closet.
I'm about to spend the next couple hours of my life deciding on what I want to wear for a date I have with my sons' nanny.
How idiotic.
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