The Luna Legacy - Genesis

Chapter 11 - Affairs Of The Heart

"This is a fucking disaster, why would he give me all this money?" I say to myself as I slump on the bed staring at the $250k sitting in the account. Then something caught my eyes, the date of the deposit. Two years ago, July 25, 2018, the day after Alex came to visit us and found me crying in my car. Giorgio and Natalia had an argument and he slapped her so hard across the face she slammed against the wall with a thud.

When I tried to help her, he pulled her away from me and took her to their room. I can remember how the imprint of his large hand was left on her red and swollen face. I called the police, they came, spoke to Giorgio, he told them everything was fine, and it was a simple misunderstanding.

The police ended up leaving without as much as trying to see or speak to Natalia. They took his word for it, no questions asked, no welfare check and no verifying with the victim. It became clear that there was only one option for us, we had to get a way. That day I made up my mind that at any cost necessary we had to leave and the only way to really get away with Sam is to disappear without a trace.

Alex was enraged that Giorgio had grabbed me by the throat and threatened me when I tried to help my sister. He ran inside the house and sucker punched Giorgio. When Natalia tried to defend Giorgio, and that set Alex off even more.

When Alex got the better of Giorgio, his men came inside and surrounded Alex. I was screaming my head off, I thought they were going to kill him, and I knew that there was no point calling the police for help. There was no way Alex could handle four big muscular men who looked like they ate steroids for breakfast lunch and dinner.

Before they could touch Alex, Giorgio stopped them, it was an unexplainable action on Giorgio's part. He didn't seem like the kind of man who would let someone who had just beat the crap out of him off so easy. Although I thought it strange, I wrote it off as him not wanting the kind of heat that came from assaulting an FBI agent.

These sad memories of my sister paired with my current self-doubt makes me feel drained. I wish sleep would take me out of my miserable state, if even for a few minutes. Eventually I was getting dozy, my eyelids felt heavy, and I fall asleep, sweet serenity

An ambrosial scent invades my nostrils as soon as I open my eyes. I got up out of bed and head for the bathroom and stare at my face in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, red and tears stained, I turn the facet then sooth my face with a water. When I was satisfy that my eyes didn't look like I had just cried myself to sleep I head to the kitchen.

What was Sophie cooking that smelled so freaking good? I wondered as I walked to the kitchen. As I turn the corner to enter the kitchen, I meet beautiful green eyes. The same pair of eyes that have haunted my dreams for as long as I can remember 'Alex'.

"Hey, you're up, welcome back to the land of the living. I came inside the room and your mouth was wide open and drooling, you looked so cute" he said as he puts his arms around me and kisses my forehead. Sam laughs at the thought of me drooling in my sleep like it was the funniest joke he has ever heard.

"I don't sleep with my mouth open, and I don't drool, he's a Decepticon Sam don't trust him"

"What? I'm Megatron, and you're bumble bee" Alex says to Sam then points in my direction and say, "she's the Decepticon that sleeps with her mouth wide open, right Sam?" Sam nods his head and I ruffle his hair and say "traitor".

"Are you hungry?" Alex asks me in a soft tone, while rubbing my back and I respond, "I could eat." He has no idea what his touch and the sound of his voice does to me, and maybe he never will.

He commands the three of us to sit and we do, around the table for four in the dining room. We each get a plate of spaghetti and Italian meat balls. Alex pours me and himself a glass of wine and the kids had grape juice. During the meal we had casual conversations bringing old but pleasant memories. Alex has some of the funniest stories that he swears are true depictions of actual events.