Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in an...
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Ivy
A few weeks ago
It hurts. The excruciating pain my heart felt could rival an actual wound. At least with a cut, I knew how to treat it. But how do I cure myself of the ache I felt for Luke.
I've had my fair share of men. I've played the field a little bit. But I've never felt pain as much as when I walked away from Luke. The searing heartbreak I felt would float back up to the surface each time I thought I was finally over him, a reminder of the hold he had over me. Which is absurd considering we have only known each other for a month. And my feelings for him had only blossomed near the end of said month.
Why do I feel this way about some guy who I barely knew? Why is it so hard for me to let go?
I went back to Chicago not long after, hoping the change of scenery and the distance between us would help subdue the nagging need to go back to him. At the very least, my being here would make it more difficult for me to crawl back to him.
With the added distance, I would need to get on the bus or the plane and that should give me enough time to come back to my senses. Well, that is what my brain says anyway.
It took a little more than a month for my leg to be cast free and for the first time since I came back to Chicago, I have no other reason to hang around and put off my return to work.
I obviously couldn't tell anyone about Luke, or about what actually happened when my plane went down and how I feel about my gruff mountain man. I didn't even dare to say a word about him to Leana or Bianca and I normally could tell them just about anything.
A part of me feared that they would tell me to go to him, to forget about some trivial feud our family insisted on taking part in, and just be happy with the man that had stolen my heart. And a part of me was terrified that they would feel burdened by the secret that I've entrusted to them. And that in itself would create a rift in our sisterly bond.
I have no doubt that my sisters could care less about the squabbles between our families. But I do not want them to have to choose a side if it ever demands them to do so. They have had free reigns over their lives, being able to choose their own path that is devoid of mafia influence and I intend to keep it that way.
I had been making up excuses to delay my return to Vegas when I overheard a phone conversation my father had received. Entering his study, I asked him point blank about it.
"Was that Don Gambino? What did he want?" My heart was racing, hoping for confirmation to the news I had overheard, while trying to appear collected. No one can know my ulterior motive for being interested.
"Yes, he's looking for someone to infiltrate the DeLucas." He said without much interest while his eyes perused the documents in front of him.
I bit my cheek to stop myself from getting too excited.
