Love Me (BWWM)

Chapter two

I have really poor impulse control, This is a fact.

I punch and kick walls, I turn over table, I steal and I fuck men 2 times my age whenever I even think so much about doing so.

So stealing a family heirloom out of the house of a girl who thought I was her best friend, that was a regular Tuesday night for me.

It's a big dark brown leather bound book that I absolutely adored the aesthetics of. Vienna left the room for a minute but I never needed longer than a second.

Sneaking it into my bag and carrying it outside of the house after dinner was truly a breeze. It was only upon opening it and using google translate to translate the Italian words on the back of the book that my interest in it only piqued.

Most times I steal useless, meaningless things, tiny little trinkets that create a temporary buzz of excitement. And then other times, now specifically, I steal the birthright of the man I love.

"TO VINCENZO, May the 50 Suns of Aldora Guide you back home. Keep this book with you always, for the many worlds most sacred messages are hidden in blood ink on these pages, LOVE PAPA."

In a much smaller print it reads ' your destiny is our Freedom.'

I felt frazzled with a bubble of excitement growing in my gut. I get more insight into Vincenzo.
That seemed like a gift.

Upon entering Vienna's home yesterday, I was informed that Vincenzo left earlier for a job interview. I immediately resented both myself and Vienna for the time I'd wasted coming up here.

Instead of making up some excuse to leave, I persisted.

Vincenzo might be a long game- as irritated as that made me- he was worth it.

So I joined Vienna in her room until her mom interrupted and asked her to clean the attic.
She told me I could stay in her room but I just didn't see the point of staring at her Harry Styles posters until she came back.

I went up to help her.

It wasn't a lot of work and we ended up finding a jewelry box with a lot of expensive gems and necklaces. Vienna was excited about that and immediately ran to her mother to see if she could keep some.

While she was gone, I spotted a book at the bottom of the cardboard.
I picked it up and dusted off nearly a pound of dust and caressed the carving on the leather, and then I opened it up.

To Angelo Aldo.

I wondered who that is.

I was about to put the book back when I looked at the intricate carving on the cover once more and the way it looked against my nails.

What were the chances that they were going to miss this?

I hid the book under a white trash bag by the door. When Vienna came back we continued going through the stuff. She bimmed the whole time because her mother had taken the jewelry box but had given her the jade stone necklace she'd admired the most.

"You think we should donate the baby stuff?" I asked and Vienna shrugged. "It's kind of a tradition for us to reuse baby clothes."
"Maybe you should go ask."

"Mm okay, I guess."

I sneak the book down the stairs and into Vienna's room and into my bag.

By the time she came up the attic stairs I was already sitting there waiting.

"What'd she say?" I asked, "she said to keep them."

I woke up the next morning and realized that it was my birthday.