Mafia's girl

Return the favour.

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Daily reminder
In case nobody told you today, you are stronger  than you think and your doing great.

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My life's been pretty tough, but shit like this just never goes away.

I wanted to start fresh, grow a new life and forget the past.

But no, he had to appear.

He is my worst nightmare.

I wanted to forget, forget the past. I wanted to move on and forget he ever existed, even though he destroyed my life. Some of the things I did all those years ago were horrible, I never hoped to do them again.

His face brought back the horrifying memories, everything that took place when he was around. He caused me so much pain, I was almost killed, shot at least two times, tortured, abused, yelled at and much more.

But can I face the devil himself?

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What. The. Fuck.

I spat my whiskey across the crisp white linen sheets that were spread across the table, almost choking from the instant shock.

My eyes grew wide as all attention was now on me, I waved my hand in the hair to let them know I was fine, the people just looked away to face the 'soon to be husband and wife' .

Once he made eye contact with me, that same fucking smirk appeared across his face.

I hate to admit it, but he looked better than ever. His jawline was even more sharp, his face was smooth, his hair was fluffy and he was wearing a black suit.

Mr Santo didn't take his eyes off me, after i almost choked. He knew something was up as he wouldn't stop looking at me, he was fiddling with the ends of his suit.

Andre acted as if nothing had happened, he was good at pretending though. He didn't look happy, but she did. She seemed so fucking happy with her fake boobs and fake lips, every two seconds she would flick her hair across her shoulder.

They took there seats at the very top of the table, which was so fucking unlucky for us as we sat right next to them.

I could tell every time he smiled it was fake, he never smiled. I hated him so fucking much, how dare he even look my way after everything he put me through.

Then something hit me, I remember mr Santo saying he was related or friends with them.

"Hey, did you say these were your friends?" I asked, almost screaming from nervousness.

"Yeah but the man, Aidan is my cousin." He replied, my heart sunk. He was related to him, he had the same fucking herdandes blood running through his veins.

Aidan is a unusual name, he obviously used it for a fake appearance. I started to sweat from anger, part of me wanted to lunge at him and rip his fucking throat out.

But I stayed calm, it was the best thing to do in these type of situations.

About an hour had passed, we had dinner and everybody got up to socialise with others. I just followed mr Santo around like a lost puppy, he introduced me to new people but I didn't care.

Last but not least, was my fucking nightmare.

Him.

"Hey cuz!" He yelled, giving Andre a 'bro' hug and slapping his back.