𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

Prolly thinkin' I'm a telekinetic

At first glance all seemed like gibberish to me. Contract? Training? Mafia bonds? Hell no was the only thing my mind agreed to but I proceeded to read through anyways. Dante offered me a seat to read comfortably, thoroughly & I accepted humbly. When I had reached the end of it. I got it, he wanted me to accept training from him, he wanted me to become a member of the Mafia that is. Be bound to the vendetta. That's like an oath of loyalty. He gave me my vengeance perfectly set on a golden platter. But something just did not feel like it. It felt like if I agreed to it, I'll be up for something bigger but I needed sometime to think it through.
It felt like he read my mind & therefore spoke "I'm not asking you to comply immediately. Take your time. Ponder through the details of it. When you're finally comfortable you can come to me with the signed contract."
"Until then?", I said. "Until then....you stay here. If you want to go outside my men will take you. You want to buy anything I can arrange all of it. Make sure to not turn my house into a mess. You can rearrange your room but do not interfer with the servangs or bug them uselessly."
"Why did you even bring me here in the first place? You could've just told me about the entire backstory back at my place. You didn't need to create such a huge thing about it."
He then unfolded from his seated position and lazily walked towards me. Hands inside the pockets of his slacks, he lowered himself until the breath from his mouth fanned over my earlobes, producing a tingling & another sensation that I couldn't quite place.
"Ask yourself cara mia. Can I trust you enough to let out my secrets? Can I?", with that he left me inside the office, again, without properly answering my questions.

Either he's a fool or clearly the smartest person I've ever come across. I know he's not sane or anything even precisely close to normal because I suppose that's what the mafia is all about. Being dramatic, outright evil, staying mysterious & pretty much recruiting insane people. I sometimes wonder if the mafia Lords pay mental hospitals to let the people out and fullfil every one of their maddening wishes.
He brought me here taking he can't let out any information to the public because that'll risk our revenge I understand. But why did he dump inside the cell's he's made for torture. Lord gave me a puzzle in his form, I just pray He gives me enough to understand and deal with him. I don't want to rethink my choices here, I don't want to question anything unimportant. In my hand lays a choice I can choose to make. Elen's safe back there, I hope she doesn't look for me and gets herself deep into this shit I already am in.

I just wish she stays there happy while I question myself, whether I will ever be able to outsmart the man who got rid of my family and Dante's mother. When none of them did any wrong to him. Risking dirt to his honour, yes they might have done that by trying to run away from him. But he can't defy someone's right to safety and so he did wrong. He was already a sinner, we all are, but that doesn't permit us to make worse choices. Even if he can't just leave the Italian Family and stop all the dirty practises I admire his son for putting it forward that he will not sit back and tolerate his father's unforgivable actions.
I see that within him he holds a fire that'll burn the world for his loved one. He might see himself as a cold, rude person but he's a human afterall. Deep inside he might have been forced to bury the good side of him. I will not work to make him better because I'm no good than him.
I see myself needed to be fixed first, after than I may be capable of holding someone's conscious strong.
The finality of my decision had me brimming with excitement and pure terror combined. But it will not hold me back from working hard and getting back of my feet. I left his office with decided steps but I had it in mind that I won't just reveal my plan to Dante already. I shall do that in a few days, when I will feel confident enough as he said.
Dante sat on the stool next to the kitchen island, scotch twirling between his sleek and calloused fingers. He noticed my presence but did not care acknowledging it.
I dismissed it, if he'd want to notice me he would. If he doesn't, I don't have a care in the world. The matters at hand are of far more significance than whining like a baby if a grown man doesn't want you to know that you're visible to him and that he lives in the same world as you.
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I have no clue what I'm writing. I just said over Instagram that I won't publish for a week or two but look at the sheer amount of hypocrisy. I was getting ideas of how to hang on with Dante and Rosa's story so I put them over here without reading it twice. I even have it on the story description but I'll ask you all again. Please remain patient in regard to the errors I make. Stay safe and remember to eat healthy<3