Cameron POV
"You do know that you're aren't his first right?" I asked the girl, she looked up at me with a look of confusion and fear. "His first what?" she asked causing me to chuckle "His First Wife, you're not his first fiancee and you surely aren't his first wife" she had a genuine look of surprise as I told her this. "He has had many before you but unfortunately they all died"
"Died?" She asked her voice quivering slightly, I chuckled "Died, Killed theres not much of a difference between the two"I gave her a smirk as I watched the color drain from her face. "Why are you doing this? I've done nothing wrong. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU" I wasn't the least bit shocked by her yelling, she was acting just like the rest of Dalmoms sluts.
"Nothing wrong? You did do something wrong! You're trying to steal my Dal from me! He's mine" I declared. She shrunk back into the bed trying to escape my wrath."He was mine, until all you money grabbing whores managed to steal his attention, I was the one who loved him first"she stared at me.
"You're his brother"
"And I love him dearly" I state
"Your love doesn't seem very brotherly " she whispered back
"I never said I love him like a brother, I only said that I Love him""You're sick!" I gave her a grin and leaned in close so that my mouth brushed her ear "You aren't the first and you probably won't be the last to tell me that" I smiled sadly "before Dal discovered girls me and him were so in love we did everything together, of course Dal's love wasn't the same love that I had for him but I would take whatever affection I could get."
"You're fucking crazy! He is your BROTHER! "She yelled and continued to struggle with her restraints.
" Not by blood, I'm adopted. I remember the sweet day of when Marzia found me in an alley strung out , I was only 12 I'd been addicted to heroin since I was 10. My parents were your typical junkies that instead of getting me help they used my addiction to their advantage. They would let me do anything if it would score us a hit. Even after being taken in by Marzia and Lawrence my life was still complete shit due to me having to go through the process of getting over my heroin dependency. I lived in such a dark place...but then he was born and he was the only light that I had been exposed to in such a long time and I knew that we were meant to be together but the forces worked against us. Like romeo and Juliet we are star crossed lovers doomed to love but never to be."
"He didn't fucking love you though!" She yelled, I grimaced and got up from and grabbed the dish towel that I had sitting on the bedside table and shoved it into her mouth. "It's rude to interrupt someone else when their talking" she made a bunch muffled sound which I assume was her opposing to the gag. I took my seat again "Now I can continue without your pesky interruptions. To answer your rude outburst from earlier, No he did not love me but I had enough love to sustain us both. After he was born I was always by his side no matter what, by the time he was 15, with a little help from me he was becoming my perfect man."I let out a loud angry sigh, running my hands through my hair " I was so close to having him! but of course things never ever go my fucking way"
Morella POV
I watched as Cameron angrily stood up from his chair. In a fit of sudden rage he grabbed the nearest thing to him and threw it against the wall
"They decided that I was a bad influence and that I was bad for Dal to be around" He pulled at his hair before kicking the wall "I LOVED HIM" he leaned against the wall and slid to the ground still holding his hair and I saw tears roll down his cheeks as he started to sob " All I want is him" he whispered the words. After a few minutes his sobs started to die down and he looked up at me and chuckled. His eyes red and face tear stained, he looked hysterical."I know that as long as I keep getting rid of all the floozys like you in his life that he will eventually come back to me" his voice was scratchy and hoarse " I don't want to hurt you, I didn't want to hurt any of them, but I must do what is right for my love" He stood up on shaky legs and wiped his face. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a knife. I stared to panic, squirming and pulling at my binds in a useless attempt to escape my fate. I started to sob and scream but it was all muffled. He walked toward me and held the knife up above my body.
" I'm sorry you had the unlucky fate of meeting my Dal, you could've had a good life." and with those final words he plunged the knife down....
I knew it happened but I couldn't really feel it. The pain wasn't there yet but I could feel my own blood seeping out of the wound on my chest.
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This was it. I blacked out.
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Italian Kiss (Discontinued)
RomanceDalmon Acel Harmen is one of the scariest men you'll ever met he is the leader of a big mafia group. Morella Talico was a innocent 22 year old who just moved to the us from Italy only after 2 months of living there she meets Dalmon.