TROUBLE

FORTY FOUR

Three weeks.

Three agonising weeks.

I don't regret putting the distance between Miles and I while I figured literally everything out. And I did I worked out all of my frustration into everything that wasn't associated with Miles.

I went on a mad rampage beating the shit out of a few people along the way, in my cells, in the Saldaro cells. It helped.

I took advantage of the sound proof rooms to scream my lungs out, I had the worst sore throat for a few days. But hey it worked. Somewhat.

I cried a lot too. I hated that he made me so vulnerable. Because what if it happened more than once, when I was really here. I would be so heart broken. The weight of my heart now is heavy, but if I really believed it, hell I would be dropping to the floor like a brick.

But it was time to face the music.

Today was the day of the Vinato Collective Gala, Miles was going to be there, so it meant I had to face him. Like actually facing him in a real life as opposed to just pictures or the dirty dreams of him.

I needed to speak to him. I needed too.

I don't want to admit it but I missed him. I think I know the truth of what really happened. Those pictures, the reality behind them.

I just hope he can accept my apology. I'm not one to apologise at all because I am a firm believer that if I agree with you then we are both wrong. I just want him back. I was going to eb the one grovelling.

I'm hella nervous to speak to him.

"Hey bambina are you ready?" Adriano leans against the doorframe. Dressed decadently in a black three- piece suit, his red bow tie hung loosely around his neck. I walk up to him after putting on my black heels, I stand in front of him.

I start tying his tie, while he smiles down at me. "What?" I question him.

"You look beautiful." I smile brightly, dusting his shoulders of lint. "Are you sure you want to see him?"

"I need to Adri. If I don't do it now, I never will. I messed up-"

"So did he." He states blankly.

"We don't know whether he was lying or telling the truth."

"You will tonight." I nod.

"So who's your date fratello?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "I asked Morgan, she is downstairs I'm nervous." I smile hugging him. "You will be fine Adriano. She is perfect for you. I see the way she looks at you, she accepts you Adri, just like any person would if she loves you." I comment.

"I love her too."

***

Downstairs everyone was gathered around in the foyer, all the guys had a different coloured bowtie that represents the colours of the charity. Burgundy red, Emerald green and royal blue. Our dresses would match with our significant other.

Nonna matched Pops with blue.

Morgan and Adriano were wearing red.

Everyone else were single as fuck so just wore the other colours.

Lonely motherfuckers.

I was wearing a black dress with my rubies. I look down at my wedding band and smile. I just hope he wants to be my husband.

"Who did your bowties?" I question while finishing Rocco's black bowtie. He was boring and wanted to match me, just so I wasn't left out and if Miles didn't come. He was one of the Vinato's biggest contributors I can't tell him no.