Loving Rome

Chapter Nineteen: The Plan

Delilah 

I had a plan. Yes this plan may be potentially stupid and more than likely petty but I decided I no longer cared. As Rome drove us back to the compound I couldn't help but observe the way his face held no care in the world. I remember this look because soon enough I would turn his life upside down.

I was done being pushed aside and used as an object instead of a person. I knew deep in his heart Rome knew what he was doing was wrong. He has told me again and again his feelings but I was over words. Words held nothing but breath. Words meant nothing until actions gave them meaning. So, now, in this moment, I would remember his face.

His handsome face as he drove one hand on the wheel, the other planted on my thigh. How every few minutes he'd turn his face and check up on me and I'd flash a small smile back. I'd pretend at this moment everything was fine and like nothing that happened early didn't affect me.

Truth be told, I'd love to have kids. I wanted a family I never had, I craved it. I wanted to have a little boy and teach him how to act properly. I wanted a little girl and to teach her, her worth and pray to God she never goes through what I put myself through. Maybe it's condescending or hypocritical, but I have passed the point of no return. I have accepted the path I'm on but now I was able to take control of which paths I go down.

My plan was simple. Lorenzo:Rome's father and these supposedly important men for our trade and survival of a Mafia would be at the compound by late tonight. Rome was gonna be the perfect mafia boss, in his mind he should be. He was gonna put on his cold face, smoke a cigar and have Giselle perched on his lap like a prize. In his mind I was nowhere to be seen. Hidden away like a secret and never to be seen: to be forgotten.

I nodded my head and smiled in understanding as he went through this glorious plan, all the while mine brewed in my head. Hell would burn over before I was hidden and forgotten like some inanimate object. Fuck that.

Rome's father knew who I was. He thought of me as a daughter. Sure he also saw me as a walking pussy to be married off to but he also had one main statement he always referred to when talking to me. You and Antonio should be married.

Who am I to deny the past mafia boss a fair and honest chance with Antonio. Antonio and I have been friends for years, he and Donte are my only guy friends I have ever had. I knew that by securing myself with Antonio this weekend I would prove two things: 1. Show these men who I was and that I couldn't be touched because I was already claimed, 2. Show Rome I was done being bossed around and pushed to the dirt after I followed his every rule.

I was a good girl to him. I followed his rules and only got burnt in return. I was done being the crazy jealous one. It was time to deliver my own medicine, to prove that I was a person.

"Grazie." I purr at Rome as he opens my door, hand spanning the length of my back as we walk toe and toe to the compound. My heart was pounding but I kept my face neutral as we walked through the front doors and voices could be heard all around the compound. Maids ran around frantically moving and cleaning every square inch of the giant house.

"See yah." I mutter going to walk away.

His big hand stops me by harshly grabbing a shoulder to spin me around as the other hand grasps my other shoulder holding me in place. I look up with big eyes to meet his golden ones. His dark curls fall on his forehead, not held back by gel. His eyebrows are furrowed in and I see him assessing me. Trying to figure out what was going on. Knowing he can read me like an open book I quickly lean forward grasping the lapels of his shirt and smash my lips to his.

I am on my tippy toes of my platform boots yet still I can barely reach his lips as my head is tilted upwards. His hands lose their position on my shoulders and fall below my butt to wrap around me and pick me up as if I weighed nothing.