𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨

"Shit," I grunt and slam my hands into the steering wheel. I wince in pain at every slight movement and ensure my gun is on me before I squeeze out of the car through a broken window.

Was a little moment of peace and quiet too much to ask for? Was a little moment to exist without worries reaching too far? Did getting dragged into uncalled-for circumstances have to be a norm and was getting hurt truly inevitable?

I hadn't realized before how surreal having true company was in this world until she got taken away. In less than three months, she has shifted and unapologetically affected my entire twenty-seven years of living and in the best way possible.

Novalie Milano has taught me how to live and enjoy the moment. She truly redefined happiness and now leaving without it is a torture. Living without her is a torture, she was my happiness.

But happiness only exists to be temporary. You can't be happy all the time because then there'll be nothing to oppose or contradict and opposition makes it even more valued, it gives it a meaning.

Just when I had gotten the closest thing to happiness, the closest thing to Novalie, the opposition chimes in and swings its mighty hand to land a hard slap on my face.

I raise my head slowly because of how much it hurts to lift it now and when I finally meet those eyes, I am struck with an overwhelming feeling that I'd raised my head too fast.

Those eyes. Those sultry hazel eyes coated with anger. Those eyes possessed a body that points a gun at me, ready to fire.

"Alessio," I croak out in a low voice I couldn't recognize. My head bobbed, my throat constricted, my eyes watered, every word I wanted to utter and every question I wanted to ask couldn't just make its way to reality. They stayed trapped in my mind, causing a whirlwind as I stared at him. Stared into those sultry eyes which suddenly changed into eyes void of emotions. He concealed quickly like I could've used the anger in his eyes against him.

His eyes were gelid.

"Warm greetings, bestie," Alessio grinds out the last word as if it were some distasteful term.

I focus thoroughly on him and try to read his features while now pointing my gun back at him.

I searched for remorse and hesitance in his eyes and just when I was about to lose hope in everything between us, he places his gun atop his crashed car and finally speaks to me.

"This is pointless, Adriano. This isn't what we want and you know it. This isn't how we want to end things at least it isn't for me," he says and I force myself to restrain from warming up to him.

"Want to know how I've dreamed to end things, how I dream to end you? I burn and crave, a little deeper with every passing day to have a mature battle with you. No bullshit. No weapons, just our fists and the desperate wish at the back of my head to finally wring your neck and decapitate you with the smallest of knives just to ensure you feel every last drop of pain. Every last drop I've felt and been burdened with for years.

"Whatever happened to us, Alessio," I ask desperately, following his lead and dropping my gun as well.

"Whatever did you notice, Adriano," he takes steps closer and closer to me. "Whatever could you have noticed, Adriano," he mutters directly in front of me now

"Everything was always about you!" he yells in my face. "My only validation was ever pleasing you!"

"My father never let me live a life aside your will because of you!" he despairingly says. It wasn't that I hadn't anticipated him punching me and couldn't stop it. It was that I let it happen. I let him hit me time and time again because I knew he needed it.

I couldn't stand to see him so hurt so I let him hurt me instead.

"I didn't mean to," I hoped my words meant something to him just as his hit like pin pricks on my back.

"I don't need you sorry, Adriano. I need you dead," he sent a heavy punch through my jaw and I instinctively graced him with an even harder one sending him straight to the floor.

"I need you and your stupid girl dead," he let his hand graze his cheek and wipes off the blood on his nose.

Fuel erupts in me at the mention of Novalie, I get defensive and start to attack and pummel him.

I grab his both collars roughly and urge him to look me dead in the eyes as I speak, "You know what, Alessio, all the shit you had to go through with your dad wasn't my fault. I never asked him to do that to you and he never even had to but you know what is low? Bringing my wife into this," I reach and grab the gun on Alessio's car above my head.

"I never did that to you," I say as I dug the gun into the side of his head, take the safety off, and let my finger linger on the trigger.

I couldn't do it.

Not to him.

I look around and see Lopez pull up and push the door open for me to get in.

I dug the gun deeper and deeper into his head, shut my eyes tightly, and tried to will myself to finally pull the trigger.

Ugh

I roughen him up again before speaking, "Get your sides right, or next time you'll be gone without hesitance.

I lift myself off him, making sure to take my gun and his with me as I head to join Lopez in the car,

"Adriano?" He calls my attention and I turn my head to him encouraging him to speak.

"I do have my sides right," he says and I don't spare him another second of my time but before I fully get into the car, he yells to me again.

"I'll be having your wife as a snack pretty soon," he yells and in response, I gift him a bullet in the knee.

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