A friendship of nearly a lifetime, separated for five years. But when this duo is reunited, the childhood best friend chemistry is not the only thing they feel for each other.
But will she forgive him?
Will he confess his feelings?
Broken promis...
But I did, I take in the brown ceiling. You'd think I was in a hospital room, but I wasn't. My head throbbed and I thought thrice before getting up. But I needed to know where Ricco was.
I lift my upper back off the bed and instantly groan, but I don't regret it.
I need to find Ricco.
Taking a minute I sit up better, scanning the room. The ocean stood right there in front of me, but so far. The room was completely closed, no air coming in. As I move, I hiss in pain, a sharp pain soring through my skin. I look down, I had needles connected to me.
I didn't care where I was, I cared more about where Ricco was.
The door opens.
"No, be quiet she's resting-Oh." My father smiles as he walks in, a glass of water in his hand.
"W-where are we?" I ask him.
"We're in Mexico." He says and my eyes widen.
"W-what? Why?" I stutter.
"Grace, you've been asleep for three days." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed. I bend my head, the light becoming too much for me.
Paris. Russians. Blood. Fire. A car.
"T-the Russians-"
"I know Grace, I know." He says and I feel like slapping him, why? I'm not sure.
"I was shot then hit by a car-and you brought me to Mexico? W-hy? Where's Ricco? Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay." I rush the words together in a similar way to how they rush into my mind. His lips press together when I mention Ricco.
"Oh God. What is it?"
"Grace, we need to talk." He clears his throat as Gia walks in.
"What is it? Is he okay? Where is he?-"
"Calmn down-"
"Where the hell is Ricco dad?" I yell, tears brimming my eyes.
It would be so damn unfair if I survived and he didn't.
"Grace he's fine." He says and I breathe in a breath of relief.
"W-where is he?" I ask him. I meet his eyes and my heart clings to my chest.
I know that look.
It's the same look he gave me when he explained who my mother is. I look at Gia and she frowns.
"What did you do?" I whisper looking at my father.
"I ended the deal." He says without a beat.
"You won't marry Ricco again. I was stupid to give you to the Capo of The Vipers, you're in more danger there. It may be hard to believe but I love you, Grace, I don't want to see you killed because of a deal I made with Ricco."
"No. Ricco wouldn't agree to that." I tell him, full of confidence.
"I knew he wouldn't. That's what I placed you on a plane to Mexico, where you'll live for the rest of your life. That man is stubborn, he'll look for you." I close my eyes, hoping the past three days would go away, it'll be just Ricco and me in his room. Just us.
"I'll run away if I have to." I tell him.
"I know." He says.
"That's why you're never allowed to leave this house again." He wasn't that bad right?
"I'm that bad." He says.
I laugh, but there wasn't a damn thing funny, it was a bitter laugh.
"I'm going to ask you once father, please send me back to Ricco." I look my father in his eyes, all I see is Caden, he looks exactly like Caden.
"He'll find me."
"Only a man in love will go to those lengths, don't be fooled." He tells me.
"You two can't be together." He says.
"Don't do this." I mumble as he walks to the door.
"Don't make me hate you." I tell him.
"We both know you already hate me Grace." He says as he shuts the door close. The tears fell, I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to.
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~Ricco~
"Where the fuck is she?" I yell at everyone. My parents, sister, Leo and Izzi and for some fucking reason Lilah and her parents.
"Ricco, calmati." My mother tells me, her eyes glisten with tears.
"Where is she?" I growl.
"We-"
"Catherine." My father warns her and I fucking loose it.
I grip the edge of the coffee table and flip it in his direction.
"Let. Her. Speak." I was going fucking insane. I could feel my blood boil.
It's been three days since the accident and I woke up this morning, but Grace wasn't there. Now no one will tell me where she is or if she's okay and I'm loosing my shit.
"W-we don't know Ricco. Nicholas took her, he said the deal was off and he's taking his daughter back."
Fucking asshole.
"Was she fine when she left?" I ask, the only thing I care about right now is if she's okay.
I scan their faces, doubtful faces. Dumb fucks.
"Not any of you thought to stop him?" I yell.
"They couldn't." The bastard himself says. I pray he picks a fight with me because other than finding Grace, the one thing I want is to land a bullet in the middle of his fucking forehead.
"Tell me where she is Nicholas." I growl.
"Don't you get it Ricco, you'd kill her faster than any enemy could. Sighn the damn papers and end the deal." He says walking into my fucking house.
"I'll find her." I tell him.
"She's better without you." It was true. I wasn't what she wanted, she wanted her American dream life and with me she got the biggest hit of the mafia life she hated.
But I couldn't live without her.
I spent five fucking years without her, one more and I'd burn this fucking planet down. With Nicholas in the center.
"I'll search every corner of this fucking planet until I find her and there isn't anyone who's going to stop me or so help me God, I'll put a bullet in their fucking head. Family or not." I say looking at Nicholas and my father.
I was finding her, even if I had to rip the earth in half to find her.
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