Gianni and Me

Chapter Nine

You know those moments where your mind is at war with itself, because it's supposed to feel happy, but instead, it's just straight up pissed off?

This is that moment. 

We haven't made eye contact yet, so he doesn't know I'm here. There's such a big crowd around him, there'd be no way for him to know I'm here. 

 I feel like I'm going to throw up at the new found fact about my... ex lover. Ew. But true. Even though we just made out, like, a day ago. And happen to be up in the air on what we want to do about it.

He's not just a General. 

He's the General. 

The one who saved MIDAS. 

The one that's so out of reach, people talk about him like he's royalty.

 He's one of the most dangerous men in the world.

He's made himself an evil mafia member, and he's been a brave soldier.

 He's literally the only General I've been hearing about for the last few weeks. The Revered one. The Feared one. 

The one who freaking drank smoothies with me, kissed me until I lost all reason, and teased me about my cooking skills. 

The air feels too thick.

With everyone trying to figure out who threw that knife, to Mr. Ricci's angry yelling, to finding out the one man you've linked yourself with recently is freaking Gianni. 

The poor soul who threw the knife steps forward, and immediately is knocked back down to Unit Four training. They will not be a General anytime soon. A part of me feels bad for the guy. It's not like he wanted to almost kill one of the most powerful men in the world. Though with everything going on, I wouldn't be surprised. 

After that debacle is settled, it's as if nothing ever happened. Instructors are still huddled around Ricci, Stallion, and Gi- Liam. So weird. I don't know what's more uncomfortable: seeing Liam all brooding and General-like, or going over all the clumsy and silly things I've done and said for the past few weeks. 

Gosh, and now that I know, it's all so obvious! I mean starting with his age, how he reacted to me calling him an instructor, Sam's reaction to him... holy moly this whole time, the three of them were freaking out about Liam! And I was so worried about Blue-Eyes. And now that I think about it, the three men he was with only stopped when he stopped. And they didn't ask questions when he kept walking. He was leading them. 

I puff out a breath of air and stand. I need to do something. I need to not sit here and observe. 

I stop short when I notice Alice leaning towards Liam slightly. It's an innocent move, but Alice is far from ignorant. She says something, as if trying to get his attention, and then a black haired woman with a strong physique touches his shoulder to say something. 

Great. Now I'm acting like a crazy girlfriend or something. Which I'm not... to both of those things. This is the first time I've seen him with more than ten people. I should assume that women gravitate towards him, I just never thought I'd witness it.

I turn away from the group and search for Charlotte. She's in the way corner practicing her aim with a knife. In one strong movement, she throws her knife, but it bounces off the side of the target. 

"Hey." I say when I'm next to her. She huffs while staring as her blade clings on the floor. 

"This is so frustrating! I don't know what I'm doing wrong." She doesn't seem bothered at all that I got up from my designated seating place.