Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Date: August 29th, Sunday, 2021
- Evening -
I haven't written in a long time but I have a valid reason. Everything is spiraling one by one and I don't seem to have any damn control over it. I want to keep Seraphina safe, I am going to keep Seraphina safe from all of this but I just don't know how to.
I'm hyperfixating on one problem and one problem only: losing her. Lately, I can't seem to get it out of my mind, even if I do for that temporary time, it eventually comes back to annoy the hell out of me.
That time is specifically when we're having sex (I cannot bring myself to say making love because it sounds fucking cringey but yes), I'm not sure if it's healthy but we do it a lot. I fucking love that we do, and it's becoming an addiction, her. I'm growing more and more scared, yet I'm loving the thrill of falling so fucking hard that she steals my breath away every single moment I'm with her.
And today morning we had sex... after we interrogated Zahir (who turned out to be the man-whore that raised his hand on my girlfriend and the mole that was determined to rat us out to Lucca and god knows who else). She got really protective of me, and honestly it made me so happy, I've longed for that protective love for so long and I finally got it from her.
It seems that the more I get lost in her and the love I have for her, the more things are set aflame around us. The thing about us is that even if the world around us is on fire, the only thing that matters to us is if any of the flames are closing upon each other, that's the fatal love we share.
A while ago (as in a few hours after we got ready), we held a meeting, all of us. Seraphina and I thought about taking this matter up in private but we decided against it and involved the entire gang because they deserve to know too, they're family after all.
The red saint's masquerade came to the conclusion that Seraphina and I should talk to Lucca (a proper formal talk without arguments, killing, or crying). Since everything seems to circle back to him, why not just talk to the source of destruction himself? Motherfucking Lucca Angela.
For fucks sake, what I would do to slam his head into a wall and then screw the back of his head with a few of my silver bullets (and Allegra of course, I'd start by pulling all that fake hair out). But Seraphina won't let me because she wants to do it herself apparently. I have such a selfish, beautiful, and caring girlfriend.
So, we're talking to him tomorrow, at his place. We're going armed and I'll be with her, I'll make sure nobody even dares to touch a hair on that pretty head of hers. But it's not any kind of physical danger I'm worried about, it's the verbal danger. I'm genuinely scared of the secrets that might unfold tomorrow, and if I'm right, about everything I've been overthinking, then for there to continue being a 'Seraphina and Vincent' is going to be a long fucking shot.
But until then, I have her and she has me. She lives, I live too. We don't just coexist, we exist as one.
Enough sappy shit, she and Leo are currently whining and nagging me to take them out for ice cream and I'm pretty sure if I don't stop writing one of them is going to whack me with a shoe.
