MAFIA BOUND

2. NOT WELCOME

KHANA

"Dante" I manage to whisper

"It's me, It's me fiore-" he's about to say something when I stop him

"It's really you?" A wave of mixed emotions hits me but the one standing out the most is anger

"It's me baby, I've missed you so much" he says and I just look at him

Maybe I'm just having a dream

When I don't speak nor move he walks to me and embraces me in a tight hug "I've missed you so much"

I stand there frozen, unable to hug him back, my heart beats so fast and I suddenly feel like the room is spinning, he's really here

When he let's go and takes a step back I finally come to my senses, this bastard left me... We had just gotten married and he left me

"What are you doing in my house?" My question comes less harsher than I want it to, I blame it on the shock

"I came to see you" he speaks nonchalantly

"What?"

"I came to see you Khana"

"After two fucking years you break into my house to see me?"

"I can ex-"

"No! There's nothing you can say that will be worthy of me hearing it. Now get out" my heart feels like it's about to bounce out of my chest

He's really here, Dante is here...

This fucker!

"Baby, please. I've waited so long for this moment"

"Oh have you now? Because as I remember it, you're the one who left, you're the one whose been unreachable and now you want to come and spew that rubbish? No, get out"

"Khana!" his commanding tone comes out and I pull the trigger shooting the wall

"I said get the fuck out, now! Before the next one goes through your head" I warn and he looks at me then at the wall where the bullet is stuck

"I understand this is a shock -"

"Get out!!" I yell with everything I have in me

"Okay, Okay, I'll go... I understand this is a shock and you need some time so I'll go, for now" he says and I've just ran out of strength to open my mouth and use my voice, the only strings of strength I have left are the ones holding me in place and keeping me from crying

He walks closer again, pulls me in for a second hug then kisses me on the cheek then he let's go and walks away

As soon as the door is shut behind me I drag my feet to the couch and I slump on it. What on earth just happened? Was I hallucinating? Is this it, is this the moment where I finally go crazy. I've been fighting it for so long, my past is finally coming back to haunt me

Or was he really here?

The shock finally ignites something in me as the tears ignore my will and come out to play on my cheeks. I can't control this feeling, the sadness and anger. I can't control it, I can't stop it even though I desperately want to, I don't want to hurt like this, not again

When I eventually collect myself I head to bed but even then, the image of Dante Accardi stubbornly refuses to leave me alone. I see his face, his eyes...no, I can't let him in again

I end up sleeping for only two hours before I have to wake up and get ready for work. I choose one of my best outfits, refusing to look how I feel, I put on light makeup and dark lipstick, I twirl infront of the mirror and nod with satisfaction at the strong image I'm portraying