My phone pings, waking me from my slumber. All that wine last night made me sleep like a LOG.
(bold - natascha/ normal
-elizabeth.)
___________
4LIFERRRR is typing....
he's dead.
what? who died Natascha???
nate.
__________________________________
My heart stops at her message.
my best friend dead. gone.
he must've died while I drank wine and ate with Valentino.
Tears are falling down my cheeks, left over mascara streaming down my face.
I can't control my breathing as my eyes fill up with water.
I run to Valentino's office.
"Valentino.." I sob at his door, knocking rapidly. He opens the door merely seconds later before holding me and bringing me to his chair. He sits me on his knee, and I fall back into his chest, letting all the tears rush out.
"shh..baby, what's wrong?" he whispers, ever so gently.
"N-nate...he's... he's dead, valentino." I close my eyes as he wipes my face of the mascara and fallen tears.
"I know, baby.. I know.." He shushes me with his words.
I sit up from his hold and stand up, wiping my own eyes properly this time.
"I want you to find out who, Valentino." I plead.
he stays quiet.
What is he hiding?
"Valentino, don't lie. Please dont lie, was it you?" I asked, my lip quivered.
"You don't understand, elizabeth. I had to." Valentino replied, looking at me with his hazy-dead glare. He thinks he can intimidate me, but he is crazy.
"You had to kill him? You had to kill my nate? the man who had my first of everything?" I cried.
"I killed Alexei. Do you know what he was planning?"
"It doe-"
"He looked at you like a monster."
I begin to sob once again , seeing nothing past his soulless eyes like I once did just a few weeks ago.
---------------------
Valentino still is in his office - of course. He killed Nate.
My nate.
The man who taught me how to smoke without coughing,
the man who taught me how to laugh when sad,
the man who took my innocence,
the man who provided me with drink while we were teenagers,
the man who kicked the shit out of men who hit on me at clubs.
The man who I love.
Immediately, I tried to take off my wedding ring.
A ring that suggested im in love, a ring that was supposed to shine light in an enternity of darkness, but instead, sadness followed it.
But im met with an excruciating pain. The ring won't budge - it's practiclly screwed into my finger.
I storm towards Valentino's office once again, and knock - I still have manners, no matter the anger im feeling.
"Who is it?" Valentino asked, hushing the small voices inside.
"Elizabeth. Open this door." I say, not allowing the fury to come through, I stay calm with my words.
"Give me 5 minutes," He says.
"No. This is urgent."
I hear him sigh from the other side of the door until someone unlocks the door and two rather large men walk out, leaving me and valentino. alone.
I walk in his office, shutting the entrance behind me, before sitting down.
"What? What is so important that you must barge into my office during an important meeting, someone stole like 5 fucking cargos of cocaine - don't you understand? I didn't even reali-" I interupt him because I can't stand his voice at the moment.
"My ring is stuck, and I think you did something to it."
"I ca-" now this guy interupts me.
"Why did he call you Birdie?"
I cringe at his stupid fucking question, if I wasn't so pissed the mention of nate would have sent me into a fit of tears.
"It doesn't matter, I tried to take off this stupid fucking ring and it wont budge," I raise my voice slightly,
"It hurts. It hurts super bad." I flash a sarcastic smile at him.
"Answer me," He demands, sitting back in his chair.
"No. You answer me," I say, raising my chin upwards.
He sighs, before delcaring my question.
"Your ring, is permanent. It will never be removed."
"And??"
"Because its quite literally nailed into your finger, you will die if you remove it, the nail stabbed an arterie." He smirks, before taking off his own ring and placing it on the desk.
He fastened mine but not his?
"Now, answer me." His face now returning to the emptiness it originally was.
"Why did he call you birdie? I asked you a question. "
I feel my cheeks redden.
what can I even say?
"I don't know. It's just because I got a little depressed and had a manic episode and got high like every second of every day and I was like a bird, high." I hold back a laugh at my explanation
"Why did you have a manic episode?"
"Jesus, whats with the fucking questions, sherlock?"
"I didn't want to hear them anymore." I lie. except I can't help it, my throat feels like its closing up, leaving me barely any room to allow air in.
"Why did you start smoking weed?"
I smile at this. He doesn't know what he got himself into.
I love a good lie.
I lean forward, widening my eyes and glaring at him
"because im a fucking genius"
"cazzo," he whispers.
716 words
A/n
OH NAH
YOU ARE READING
Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3
RomanceA short story. 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻𝙾 When she is forced into an arranged marriage, her life seems to crumble in front of her. But will falling in love with the very problem help? She finds out about her family being in the mafia - all the...
