It Leads to Your Heart. [NOT EDITED]

17

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Kingstone.

Coincidence, that was what I stipulated before I saw the look my mother sported looking at me.

Never underestimate Kassandra Bussola. The woman that raised me never cease to surprise me.

Moving my eyes back to her, history does repeat itself again, shaking the earth from beneath my feet.

I am not ready for this, never wanted it. Even through this one would lead me to where I exactly want. Looking at her, I can't help but recognize what a dick I really am.

I need to stay focused, and put a right head into this. Nonetheless, the feminine tune that her voice travelled with while she uttered her approval of binding herself to me rung a warning bell.

Young looking and radiating innocence. Pale flawless complexion, light copper rich hair, wide bright almost gold hazel irises. Her features were very soft, too soothing on the eyes and serene, calming. I would have thought angelic but the fiery hair and lit eyes almost make her look like a forbidden inferno from heaven.

The softness of her skin against mine as I held her hands slipping on the ring, is something that I haven't felt in years. A woman's touch. Especially the one that burst flames into me.

I concluded that I was attracted. Hell, I already was since the day she collided into me. but looking at her now, having my eyes linger and soak up leisurely taking every detail that I have missed in. I recognized that the dead man inside of me is slowly rising from his deep long slumber. I buried that part in me, was even sure that I was dead.

And the warning sirens started to blare off, already flaring at the awaking inside my head.

And Kassandra Bussola did it again, giving her the ring that my father proposed to her with. As if the warning bells inside my head were not enough, they were now soaring in chaos.

And instead of feeling sorry for the young woman walking behind me now out of the room where I was announced as her husband and she my wife. I could not help but feel worse for myself. Knowing that whatever my mother had her mind to would be too big for me to defeat and to not be crushed under.

She knew me very well, and that was why I probably found Dragomir contacting me again.

"You are one lucky son of a Bussola." Gareth nudges my side walking by my side before I stopped further down the big lobby room. I gave him a blank look, my mind too occupied to bother with what he is saying. But a smirk fought its way up a little after recognizing that he did not curse, well he respects Kassandra way too much for his own good sometimes.

"Seniore, it is pleasure to be in your presence again. Allow be to convey my congratulation." I nod at the squirmy guy. I never understood the fear nor hesitancy that people showed while talking, it irritates me. That is why I mostly try to not interact with people much. Their overwhelming approach overwhelms me that I gave up and generally leave Gareth to deal with it.

"Thank you. Everything ready?" he nods. "Yes sir." "Very well, I will have Mr. Welsh go over it before I put a pen into it...Did she sign it?" "Yes, sir."

The two of them secured to a corner where a coach and chairs were placed around a coffee table. Ralph retrieves the papers handing it to Gareth to review it all one last time while I take a call from office masking sure everything is set before I join them.
"How old is she?" I ask letting my eyes fall on her form after settling into the single seater.

"Twenty-three sir." Old enough, I guess. I nod quietly allowing the gears in my head to turn. Why would they throw her in the fire like that?

The thought jumbled inside my head as I watched her talk timidly to my mother before her eyes met and locked with mine. They ignite, something I have never witnessed before in my life.

"Mr. Bussola, it is ready for your signature." Gareth nods in affirmation as I lock my eyes to him, before placing the stack of papers before me on the table. Grabbing my fountain pen, I draw my signature on each paper.

0nce it was all done, Ralph Closos happily collects his copy while Gareth tucks the other in his case. I stand up burying my hands in my pockets after Ralph bides us farewell. While I allow my eyes again to settle on the petite woman now quite next to my mother. The lawyer signature to have a word with her at the same time my mother's phone starts ringing. He seemed to have told her something which resulted in the rose hue to leave her plum cheeks. They share a few other words and before I watch her watch him leave the building. Her face says it all, the little dove is all lost.

"Ahmm. King." He steps to my right side as I eye her watching the lawyer leave from the door. "She does not know." My eyebrows sink down in confusion. I turn slightly towards him. "Talk Welsh." I growl at his hesitancy.

He clears his throat clearly uncomfortable and it hits me before he utters the words. "She does

not know what she signed up for. She does know nothing of the deal." He exhales in disappointment. My eyes travel back to her, seeing her still watching the door.

Well fuck me.