You see, there are these apps where anybody can write books, stories and the sort and one day, scrolling the FB (which I don't usually do but I kill time with it on occasions) my eyes fell on a title that made me scoff.
The title, 'Mafia in Love'...
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Benito said Mia was going to be at the reception this evening and I was not sure what to do with this piece of information because the thrills of meeting her finally again faded under the fear of being rejected or worse, runaway from.
Her being at the reception meant breathing the same air with me and that felt like a teenager's first date, suffocating and yet unquestionably desired.
I haven't been myself the entire day. I can't eat. I can't sit still. I've changed the suit five times so far, fearing I don't look good enough.
The whiskey and my cigars have been my companion since breakfast time, early breakfast time, like maybe four in the morning.
Seems I couldn't sleep either.
Staying away from her, allowing her to have the time she needed although I don't fucking understand why she needs that time, has pulled every string of wisdom in me to keep calm and prevented me from starting a war and take her with me.
I mean, for fuck's sake, there was a time when I wanted to kill Benito anyway, so why not make this a reason to actually start a war?
Well, I'll tell you why. Because since the day I saw her in that uni office, hidden in a dark corner where I thought she wouldn't see me, but boy, was I stupid, I promised I would give her the world, even if it was not the world I wanted or the one I was in.
Tonight, after more than a month, I'm going to see Mia and I swear to fucking hell that she will not run away this day. Or any other day. I've had enough of her stubbornness.
Benito told me he would bring her along but the way he said was not that convincing to me, as now I know him well.
So, I placed more guys at the premises of her place who saw no fuss around the house except for Lucas Tate visiting and Eveline together with Benito.
I imagined there would be cars coming in and going out, stylists rumoring around the place, and luxury brands sending their representatives with expensive gowns and dresses and I could already imagine Mia, my blood, showing up at the reception wearing a voluptuous gown framing her waistline like an hourglass, dazzling the entire audience with her shine and beauty.
But nothing of that kind of fuss happened like she was not even there and I have to admit that I had suspected she was still living in Feli's house but then I threw the thought away, not because I was confident she wouldn't leave and hide again, but because I went there by myself and watched her, making sure she didn't go anywhere.
I can't trust Lucas. Of course, we are on good terms and everything, sure we are, but Mia is still his daughter and there is no motherfucker good enough for his daughter if she says so.
And Mia hasn't written me back. Never. The last chapter she wrote in the mighty Don's story was the last message I had from her.
I'm dying every day, little by little and I don't know for how long I can stay away. This tantrum of hers is kind of fucking taking too long and it starts to fucking piss me off.
