The Godmother

Chapter 27: Xbsbchjxndif

Flint.

Flint?!

His eyes rammed open when he saw my face that matched his expression. As I was about to say something, he interrupted by turning to the man near him and saying, "Pardon Jacques, I suddenly realised I want to dance."

He dragged me to the dance floor and placed my hands on his shoulders while he placed his on my hips.

"What the fuck are you doing here?", He whispered in my ears, panicked. "I should be asking you that! I don't remember Boss sending you on any mafia missions", I whispered back at him.

He sighed in defeat as we swayed to the waltz. A bittersweet moment.

"Rochelle... I-", another sigh, "It's too complex of a story", he concluded. I placed a palm on his jaw to make him look right in my deadly eyes. "Dumb it down for me then."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment and placed his plam on mine as he brought it down and to the side as we danced.

"I can't explain it all. I need to give you the full entire truth and doing it now won't do any justice to you or to me"

I looked at his painful and distraught eyes, his pupils dilated, his lips tight, inner cheeks constantly being sucked in and bitten . Clear cut signs of pacification, body language 101. Thank god for that stupid non verbal reading course I took in the FBI. Conclusion?

He was stressed.

"Flint. Listen whatever you may say, I won't judge you for it, alright? I'm just an objective listener, all ethics and morals set aside. I prefer facts over crafted lies", I told him as lovingly as possible. It's true I cared for him, possibly more than I imagined I would.

"Fine, but since we're compromised on time, I'll make this quick. I'm the son of a Mafia Lord and I hate it", He closed his eyes again and narrated. I took in a sharp breath, but I wasn't in the least moved by anything he said.

"At some point in time, I was done. I ran away from home, but every time I tried to run from him, he'd find me and bring me back. So instead of prolonging the problem, I went directly at it. I made my father promise that after one final assignment, I'd finally be able to go fetch a life for myself, away from all this ruckus. And so after completing it... Here I am", he smiled contradicting the overwhelming sadness he felt.

"Guessed so", I chuckled silently. "Hm", his eyes bulged out of his sockets.

"I was intrigued when you recieved that call. It wasn't unclear that you found the person on the other side of the call quite unpleasant. And then you said you won't come back which narrowed down my search, you were either in a cult, in an organisation or called back home.

But then I had suspicions you came from a shady business and turned over a new leaf when we had that conversation last night which you'll hardly remember thanks to your migraine medicine. The question was... What business exactly?

Today was the ICS ball, and all of them were at the Den except you, which is rare because you almost never found the need to go out. So I placed my bets on your presence here. It was a long shot, but I guessed right. You were in the mafia. Son of a Mafia Lord though? That came as a surprise", I womansplained to his curious eyes, watching my mouth very closely.

"Well done detective, you solved the case", He smiled at me with an emotion I couldn't really decipher. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Man, I needed food desperately.

"Now mind telling me why he's called you back, even after promising you all that?", I asked in a confused manner but sugarcoating it with a smile.

"I don't know, he blackmailed me to attend this ball when the whole parent guilt tripping didn't work. He said he'd tell all of you the truth. So I bent my head and complied", He sighed for the 100th time.

"Tell what? That you were in the mafia because you were obligated to and then decided to run away from that life and fight against it by being a cop instead? Doesn't sound like blackmail material to me. It sounds rather Christopher-Nolan- movie-heroic", I grinned at him and patted his shoulder.

He smiled slightly but then dropped his head in shame. "If only that were the case", he said under his breath.

"What do you mean?", I asked back with a slight panic building up. "Rochelle... There are some very bad things I've done. Assignments, as my father liked to call them. They were like missions we did but... To the wrong people. I'm not a good man", he said. His voice cracked, he sounded like a toddler who broke a vase.

I pitied his state. I slowly lifted his head up with my hands, his grip on my hips tightened.

"Listen to me, Flint. I don't even fucking know your name, let alone your family or background. But I do know that you're a good man, contrary to popular belief. You have trouble with your emotions? Thats ok, I do too, maybe not as much but I can relate. Your personality has been my only source of judgement so far and... I've fallen in love with it.

Don't let the mistakes of your past bleed into your present, block it from staining your future. People don't stay the same forever. We change, we're dynamic. Brooding over events that have already happened is like shooting a gun and crying for the bullet you lost.

In conclusion, don't be a self loathing dumbass. You're better than that", I lectured him. He smiled and put his thumb under my eyes. I let my tears slip, again. "Thanks, Roch", he whispered back. That was the first time he ever called me Roch. I was probably blushing like a fool.

He leaned down to my level and whispered, "And did you just, confess your unrequited love for me? Directly skipping past the 'like' department are we?"

I could feel him smirk against my ear as he said those words.

Well fuck. I did, didn't I? It would be great if I moved in with dad right now

I closed my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth. How could I have been so stupid? So vulnerable?

"Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging", he said before brushing his lips over mine, teasing me.

"All right, folks. Lets get this party started. I now require of you to assemble with your respective groups", a voice beamed on the speakers.

Thanks alot funny white suited pigface

It was time to disperse. That meant going away from Flint... And this very interesting conversation.

But before I could move away, Flint quickly pecked my lips and disappeared into the crowds of people. I stood still, frozen in time. My lips were slightly parted in astonishment.

(Whatever the fuck his name is) Flint just kissed me.

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"Aye Ferrari! C'mere", I heard Feluda call out from the bar. Snapping out of my trance, I quickly scuttled to the bar where my glass of punch still lay await for disposal. A lifeless look in my eyes.
Or was it full of life? It was hard to tell with my wits abandoning my system.

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