Loved With No Bounds.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 2

                                                                             ~Grace~ 

"It's been a while, Gracie." He speaks, walking closer to me. A while? Is he actually serious? 

"Five years is quite a while, Ricco." His name falls off my tongue, dripping in venom.  His small smirk instantly fades away from his face. God, his face. It's so damn, perfect. 

"I know, I know Gracie it's been a long time. Let me take you to lunch." He grabs my hand. His touch sets me on fire. It always did.

"Lunch?" I ask him, pulling my hand away from his grip. 

"Si, lunch." He responds.  I look at him with hatred. 

"If you think you can leave me for five years, alone then suddenly show up one day and think asking me to lunch is going to end in us becoming best friends or even friends again, then clearly those five years didn't do you good," I tell him, meaning every word. He takes in a breath as if he's bored or this is something he deals with every day. 

"Let me take you to lunch, I can exp-" I stop him before he can finish his sentence. 

"So you could explain why you didn't contact me in five years? Five years Ricco." I'm weak. I truly am, there is no denying that I might break down right now and give him the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable. But I'm only fucking human. 

"What could have possibly made you stop talking to me?"  I ask him. But he stands there looking at me as if he has no intention of telling me. 

"It's complicated." He says in a flat tone. I scoff turning on my heel and walking away from him, but he grabs my wrist. 

"Gracie, I  can't explain but, please for-"  I yank my hand out his grip. 

"How the hell do I forgive you for leaving me when I needed you? The one Godamn time I needed you Ricco. You didn't come back. Don't tell me it was because  you were too busy because that's bullshit. I listened to my mother's calls, I had a fucking hacker record their conversations, just so I could  make sure you were okay." I spit the words out with venom. He stands shocked and glued to his spot because when I turn around to walk away, he lets me. 

I walk straight out the side door, into the garden that bordered the property. It use to be my second favourite thing about this house, the first being Ricco's room. 

I step out into the shady, windy area. It was pretty peaceful. I observe all the flowers along the walkway, the red roses being my favourite. Clearly, the Russos were planning their visit thoroughly because the flowers are healthy as if housekeeping had been prepping for their arrival. My mind forgets the flowers and different plants in front of me and focuses on one person, I always thought the next time I saw him, if there ever would be a time, it would be a happy time, I'd hug him, even though he doesn't like hugs. He'd make some stupid joke and I'd be annoyed but nonetheless happy that he was finally back. 

Now he's back. But there wasn't any hugging and there wasn't any stupid joke. There was just pain and honestly this wave of anger. 

I hear the glass door slide open and shut closed. 

"He hasn't changed one fucking bit." Isabel's voice reaches my ears and I scoff.  She walks up to me, walking side by side with me, through the pathway of flowers and plants. 

"I've noticed." I tell her, reaching my hand out to graze my fingers over the silky red rose petals. 

"You spoke to him?" she asks and I nod. 

"How did that go? Actually." She cuts herself off, making me turn my attention to her.

"He seems pretty pissed so I'm going to guess not good." She presses her lips in a line and I take in a breath nodding.