The Mafia Don's Woman.

Chapter 14

Zoey p.o.v

After a few hours of sitting with these women, I begin to warm up and get comfortable with them again. They are always the chattering type, with them around you can't get bored.

They were talking none stop about anything and everything, and I was really enjoying their company. I didn't feel like the outsider that I was.

"He couldn't sleep that night, he kept phoning all night crying about you. I had to go over to him the very next day." Marco's mom said.

Marco crying? Well that's news, because the Marco I'm seeing now doesn't look like someone who cried over a breakup he created.

They are talking about the day Marco broke up with me. It was a sensitive topic for me, but I can't always hide from it. We still have to confront it one way or the other.

I sighed, I really don't want to talk about that day, but this part of the story is truly intriguing.

"He was devastated, he couldn't eat or do anything."Aunt Tricia added.

Oh was he? He sure deserves it, I chuckled sadly to myself.

"Why?" I asked, they threw me a questioning stare. "Why was he devastated? He was the one who wanted to break up. He broke up with me. So why was he behaving that way?" I scoffed inwardly.

I don't see any reason for him to be sad when it was clearly him who wanted this break up.

"Zoey, my dear, it's not what you think. It is complicated but,  you should just know he didn't want to break up with you, his hands were tied." His mom defended him.

"Were his hands tied? How is that? I thought our relationship was going perfectly fine." I'm getting more confused.

They are telling me about his pains after our break up, when mine was a lot worse. And then again, telling me he didn't want the break up but his we're tired? I'm bound to be confused when they are not clearly saying what they mean.

"At that time, it was the only option left, and I think it was for the best." She said with her gaze away.. nothing particular, I looked around the rest of them but they refused to meet my stare.

Of course, it was for the best, indeed.

I should be grateful for the break-up and not regret it. It left me to grow up in my own way and allow me to decide for myself without a boyfriend deciding things for me. I got to live my life my way, and I am happy I got to date Marco.

It gave me the feelings and knowledge I needed to quench any future urge to jump into relationships randomly. All I want right now, is to look for a good guy and settle down with him and start our little family far from too much chaos.

Nobody said anything after that, we were all lost in our own thoughts. The door slamming shut tore our attention to it. Marco emerged through the door in all his breathtaking handsome glory.

I know that I'm trying to move on, but everytime I see him, my heart skips and my breath hitches. I am still working on that though. I need to stop having these feelings every time he's around.

He marched inside the room, his brows furrowed.

"Mom?" He frowned but walked up to her and she had already stood up and met him halfway. Bringing him in for a hug.

I stood up from my seat, I saw his gaze snap at me. His stare was piercing and hot on my skin, his eyes were trying to figure me out. But I didn't wait long. I turned on my heels.