COIN

50. motive 🌹

MOTIVE
-tell me why i get this feeling that you really wanna make me yours-

Momma hands me a heat pad, "You okay?" She asks.

I place it on my shoulder, i've begun training again but i'm getting injured more because of my previous injuries.

I accidentally ran straight into the wall, my entire shoulder is bruised.

"Why am i bruising so easy?"

"You've always bruised so easily, you get that from your dad." She sits beside me, "I think Comet and Stefan are on a date."

"They were 100% kissing last night, i heard them." I was shocked at first because i thought like all mafia guys were excruciatingly straight, they all have the alpha male type energy but i definitely heard Stefan kiss my brother.

"They'd be so cute." Momma smiles, "And you, you thought about Ciro?"

"Havent seen him in a week so..." I told him the truth and he ran away.

I know he feels guilty but it is my fault, he shouldn't. I basically gave him the okay to do so.

"He'll come around." She takes her phone out of her pocket, "Did you know he isnt Salvatore Ferrari's biological child."

"I could have guessed. He looks very different to his other siblings. Who is his father?"

She picks up a picture of a guy that i know, only because he's an assassin, he used to babysit me and Comet when we were younger, "Is that Giuseppe Rossi?" I take the phone off her, "I haven't seen him in ages!"

"It is, he's coming round one day to meet you now that you're older. I was going to ask if he wanted to meet Ciro."

"Does Ciro know?" I ask.

"Not yet, i'll tell him when he decides to come around." She swipes and the next picture is me on Giuseppes shoulders. "They look alike."

"It's the eyes." They both have beautiful eyes.

The doorbell rings and momma gets up, i keep looking at the photos. Giuseppe was a family friend. I know he had a daughter a couple years back and stopped with the whole assassin shit to protect her, i haven't seen him since then.

I knew who was at the door without even looking up, his presence, "Keilani." He clears his throat.

"Uh, i will go get some food." Momma grabs her bag and phone, leaving quickly.

I pull my sleeves over my arm and he stays standing, pointing at my shoulder, "Don't tell me someone else bit you."

I crack a smile, "I ran into a wall."

"How'd you manage that?"

"I don't know to be honest." I move the blanket to try and tell him to sit down. He gets the message, sitting on the edge of the couch. "So..."

"I'm sorry for-"

"Don't be-"

"Shut up, let me talk." He grabs my hand, "I'm sorry for saying whatever i said to you when i was drunk, for beating the shit out of Kaleb and for getting engaged..." He hesitates, "And for like, sleeping with half of Chicago."

I smile, "It's okay."

"No it isn't. I knew you were gonna blame yourself but don't. Getting engaged two weeks after i end things with you is fucked up." He shuffles closer, "Look, we're both in the wrong and whatever the stalker does to me, isn't your fault. You should have told me baby, i would have understood."