TROUBLE

twenty

"I'm convinced you truly are obsessed with me Mr Alexander." I say matter of factly, a small smile on my face. I take in his beautiful eyes that sparkle slightly after I spoke, the upward movement of his lips as he smirks.

That goddamn smirk makes my body shiver, he makes me feel things I never knew I wanted to feel around him, a feeling that I now know I never want to go.

A feeling only he could give me.

I actually feel so pathetic feeling this intensely for a guy I've known like 6 weeks. But I guess that's life.

My Pops once told me he fell in love with my Nonna after she put a bullet in his foot, they were both 18, they married after knowing each for 3 weeks, and well the rest is history, they have been married for almost 60 years.

"You really aren't that special princess." He rolled his eyes.

I scoff, "please, from your previous heart to heart I would most certainly beg to differ." I smile. His grip on my waist tightens, pulling me even closer, if that was possible. My hands go to his chest, to support myself from falling helplessly to the floor, or for him.

Did I just say that?

"You know, maybe we should have more heart to hearts, especially if I get this sort of reaction from you, princess." He whispers into my ear, his lips brushing again the shell of my ear. I shiver when I feel his warm breath on my neck.

I breathe in sharply, inhaling as much air as humanely possible. It takes every single ounce of me to not blush with the close proximity to a God reincarnate.

"I would try and deny the fact that what you said was cheesy, but it seemed rather fitting. But we do have things to talk about so get your ass in order Miles, you are driving." I pull away with a small amount of force, allowing my hands to slowly drag across his torso, reaching his arm and delicately moving my fingers along his forearm. The small amount of contact that touches his hand sends sparks throughout me.

I walk out of my office, with one final look to Miles, the dark look on his face as he runs his hand down his face a few times. It was worth it. With that look I hurried myself out of the office to find Giovanni.

I found him outside leaning against the brick wall, his hair unruly from the strong winds. A cigarette hung from his lips.

I walk over to him taking the cigarette from his mouth taking a long drag and handing it back to him.

"You shouldn't be smoking Cesca."

I nod, "too late now." He shakes his head going back to smoking.

There was complete silence for a few moments, I didn't want things to get so awkward between us. Mistakes have been made, words that we both may or may not have meant.

I want my fratello back. Better yet, I need him back.

Gio was the brother I went to when I was in trouble, he was the one who taught me to fight, to defend myself. Essentially he made me who I am today, and without him I couldn't be where I am now.

I have him to thank for everything.

"I'm sorry Cecilia. I really am." He stubs the cigarette out, leaning back on the wall. I walk so I am stood beside him, leaning against the wall and dropping to the floor, Gio following suit. "I would never call you a slut, hell I couldn't even call you a bitch. I was just overwhelmed and I have been beating myself up since it happened." He buries his head into his hand, running his hands through his hair roughly.

"I've already forgiven you Gio, I mean yeah you did upset me, it broke me."

"It was never supposed to be like this. I'm.. I'm really sorry Cesca. From the bottom of my black heart." I could see the small tears in his eyes, the sadness behind them.