My Baby

Not after Her

This chapter is gonna be Tyler's POV... Ik I haven't done an author's note on any of my chapters but, 1 not many chapters have been written so far, and 2 does anybody read them anyway? Also if any of the Italian is wrong, comment the right way please, blame Google translate.
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Tyler's POV

I can't. I can't feel this way over someone I just met, I can't feel this way over a girl... Not again. Cazzo! sono fottuto.
(Fuck! I'm fucking screwed)

Not after Her.

After that whole incident this morning my mind has me fucked up. I mean, I'm 18... In the mafia... She is a sweet innocent girl who is broken from that bastardo. He deserved all that he got for doing that to her.
(Bastard)

I am starting to catch feeling really fucking quickly... Maybe a little too quickly. Ryder is one of the highlights in my life. When I'm with him it makes me feel like I'm not a monster, even tho Ryder isn't my baby... I still feel a strong connection that I just can't explain, especially when he reached out for ME, not his mother... me.

I get a phone call... Hello? When? Now? For how long? Cazzo... Ok, bye.

Now I have to go back to her house and let her know.

I start driving back and put some music on to calm my nerves... I don't want her to hate me, I also don't wanna leave Ryder.

As I get to the house I knock on the door, luckily her parents didn't open it, I don't wanna face them again. But it was Ella, her younger sister.

"Are you looking for ally?" She asks and I nod since ally is short for Alison. She runs up the stairs and comes back down "she will be right down, she is giving Ryder a bath... But if you want you can go up" she says.

I nod and start heading up, all the nerves are hitting me since in getting closer to her. I get to her bathroom in her room and open the door. There I see a beautiful, strong woman who has went through more than any 17 year old I know.

She turns and looks at me with a smile "oh Tyler, hey" she says.

I smile but I can't meet her eyes, she can tell something is wrong. "Tyler, what's wrong?" She asks picking up Ryder with a towel wrapped around him, heading closer to me.

The best thing to do in my opinion is to spit it out. "I'mleavingandidontknowwhenimgonnabeback" I say fastly, I look at her and she looks at me like I have 3 heads.

"Say it a little slower please" she says with a little laugh that made me smile .
"Im leaving and I don't know when I'm gonna be back" I said calmly. I look at her and I see her smile fall from her face. She furrowed her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"When? For how long? Are you going to be back? Where are you going?" She going crazy with the questions. But I stop her.

"I'm leaving later today. I don't know how long. Yes I'm going to be back. And where I'm going is something I cannot tell you." I say answering all the questions I heard.

She sighed and shook her head. "I promise I will call you everyday so I can talk to you and Ryder" I say. I don't know why, but I feel the need to tell her everything, like she is some kind of girlfriend, or like a wife, or something.

I talk to her for a bit more, but then it hit time where I needed to go since I already had my men pack my stuff.

I got back in my car, I saw her standing in the patio with Ryder, she looked sad but waved. Ryder didn't know what was going on but he saw me and waved happily. That little boy always made me smile.

I use to love going to Italy, up until She happened. The phone ringed and brought me out of those thoughts. "Hello?" "ciao signore, lo abbiamo tutto legato e pronto per te quando verrai
(hello sir, we have him all tied up and ready for you when you get here)

"perfetto, grazie' well at least someone can do there job without having me to babysit them.
(Perfect, thank you)

This is the first time I've been back since she happened and I don't know if I'm excited to be able to go there without thinking of her or upset that I have to go there again.

My mother always said she would ruin me, guess mother's know best. That's why I won't let myself get close to Alison. But mom likes Alison, so maybe she will be different then her.