Inferno desires

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Nova's POV:

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I say, lowkey questioning his sanity.

Yes, I found Xavier attractive, and I like him but love? We've only known each other for 2 months! What the hell was this guy on?

"I know I sound crazy mama, I know, but I'm telling the truth. I love you."

"You don't know what love is," I sigh. "You aren't capable of it."

"And how would you know that?" He asks. "How do you know what love is?"

I take a moment. Xavier looked frustrated as he spoke. The corners of his mouth were downturned slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I just do."

"Bullshit," he scoffs.

"Excuse me?"

"I said bullshit," he repeats. "Nova you know you actually hurt my heart with the things you say sometimes. I do know what love is."

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Xavier's POV:

My heart.

That shit is in pain right now. Nova told me straight to my face that 'wasn't capable of love'. It hurt when she said that. Just because I'm in the mafia, that doesn't mean I don't have emotions or feelings.

I have been driving for at least four hours, just replaying the conversation in my head.

"You don't know what love is. You aren't capable of it."

Fuck man, that hurts.

Ring

Ring

Ring

"¿Sí, padre? (Yes father?)."

"Ven a casa. Tu madre quiere verte (Come home. Your mother wants to see you)," he says.

"Mothers back!" I exclaim through the phone, not holding back my excitement.

"Yes, she just got back today," he says.

I could hear the happiness in his voice as well, since I know how much my father loves my mother. Mom saved him, and for that he is forever grateful for her.

"I'll be home soon," I say, before hanging up the phone.

After 20 more minutes of driving I finally reached our family home. When father isn't doing his assignments he's here with mom, spending all the time he can with her.

I knock on the door, and a short Spanish woman with dark brown eyes, and matching coloured hair answers the door.

"There's my baby," smiles my mother, motioning me to lean down so she could pinch my cheeks.

"Hi mother," I smile, giving her a hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you more sweetie," she says, kissing my cheek before welcoming me inside.

I first take my shoes off on the rug because I know my mother would smack me if I didn't. She always tells me that wearing shoes in the house will bring bad luck, and misfortune. I don't know why she believes this, but ever since she told me I have not worn shoes in the house since.

We walk into the grand kitchen to see father placing the plates of food at the dining table. He then looked at mother with a soft smile on his face.

He always looked calm around her.

"Ready for dinner?" He asks, walking toward her and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.