"A ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴏᴛʜᴀᴠᴇᴛᴏʙᴇɢʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴀʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ." -Mɪʟᴋᴀɴᴅ Hᴏɴᴇʏ
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It seems as if time goes by too slowly when something bad happens to you. The words your father has been shot runs through my head over and over. Noah knew not to bother me, I had to get an okay to be able to give. Last I saw my parents when it was christmas, the thing we did together was something we haven't had done together in a very long time. Luciano, Bernadi and the Carringtons all got together and we all just the secret santa, like we used to when we were kids. We choose a name and we get something for that person, you can't tell anybody who you got, Massimo and I usually get our parents.
They left right after Christmas to enjoy each other's company as my father said to me right before he left the house. Funny part is ever since we took over they have done nothing but have all the fun like some teenagers. My mother is at a hospital alone, I'm still processing what my mother told me. These hormones really don't help me much in these types of situations. I feel so vulnerable, I had the time to sneak out the house without anybody in the house knowing.
This trip was going to be like a three hour flight, on the plane. I'm taking my private plane because if I took Massimo he's gonna wanna know what I'm up to. It's okay to be on a plane, I think 36 weeks is where the line is drawn from getting on a plane. I've made sure some of the men that I trust with my mother have been by her side or watched her. I know I was going to have a problem, ever since I killed their leader some of the men have been working secretly behind my back. I just didn't think they would go after my father.
"You know, thinking too much can seriously damage you." Noah broke up the silence as I looked out the window, thinking all the way I can get my revenge. Everyone has a problem with me thinking too much. Thinking gets me where I need to be. Sometimes it's not good to overthink things but sometimes overthinking is always going to be the right answer. "How much more time do we need before we land?" I looked over at Noah who was already staring at me.
"I just love how you always change the subject. We got 30 more minutes. Relax beautiful, everything would work it's way." As the lady walks past, Noah stares at her ass. "Noah, for fuck sakes, for once can you not try and fuck somone who works for me." I spoke frustrated. Noah cant stay with one woman, I tested that theory many times.
"You broke my heart, beautiful. Your married — along with a kid coming out that very good tastefully v-"
"At least let me pick the women that you can fuck. Fair game, you came to me a little late." The audacity for him to blame me for the ways he was. If there was no Massimo, maybe Noah could have happened.
