Mafia's baby (18+)

31. Sophie (mature Content)

We entered his room. There was a huge kind size bed and the walls were black. Just like in his old room.

I laid on his bed.

„I will go take a shower, okay?” he said.

I nodded my head.

He opened the bathroom doors and walked in.

He left the door open so I could see him naked.

I chuckled.

I was looking at the seiling.

I want to forgive Luca for what he did. I really do.

But I can't.

My Heart says forgive him but my brains says opposite. Why it had to be so hard?

Why love cant just be satisfying as other people says. People describe it as a feeling that makes you happy, proud that when you look at that person you only see him.

But when I look at Luca I always see him fucking Katherine or Marina.

We weren't officially together I think. So it doesn't count as cheating. But he told me he loves me.

I told him I love him too.

I gave him my bracelet.

I gave him a half of my heart.

And he took it. And broke it as if it was his.

He apologised but it didn't fix it. Only time can fix a broke heart.

But is my heart really broken? Or is it just my overreacting ass?

All I know is that I don't want to lose Luca. I want him. I want him to be happy and proud of me. I want us to make each other happy and proud.

But I also want him to know that there will be consequences if he hurts me. I won't let him slide.

He hurts me, I will make him suffer.

He can't be doing it.

But love isn't always about making each other happy. It is about being with each other, supporting each other.

There will always be arguments and fights.

One of us will get hurt. Then the other will get hurt too.

I think this is how relationships works. Without pain you won't make it out.

But that's normal. Everyone goes through it, right?

Just I have different lifestyle.

Guns, blood, drugs is normal here.

Just not for me. Not yet.

If I and Luca will get married one day I'll be a mafia queen. Sounds nice, right?

Nah, just kidding. It's cringe. Mafia queen and mafia kind.

Or Mafia kind and his queen.

It's just cringe. I'm cringing myself.

I slapped my forehead with my hand.

And then I saw luca walking out of the bathroom only with towel around his waist.

My eyes travelled from his messy, wet hair to his jawline, from his jawline to his abs. From his abs to his friend who was poking.

I smiled.

„are you gonna just stare or help me, amore?” he said.

I shook my head and looked away.