𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

56- forgotten memories

Right when I almost ran out of the garden, an unexpected blow of the wind blows my hood of my head, making my face visible.

My men rush past me, trying their best to get out if this domain as fast as possible. I think about slowing down, to readjust my hood on my head, but as I turn my head around, I see Zina staring at me with a frightened expression on her face.

I would've never come here to kidnap the mafia princess, if I had known she was the woman everyone couldn't stop gossiping about in the underground.

They told me she was called Sienna. Even her brothers had made it known to the underworld that that was her real name, and I didn't doubt it for a second. Why should I?

The only thing I had to do was take the mafia princess, and find a way to prevent her from baring any children who could follow up the Torres blood line. I would kill her if it was necessary.

That was, until I found out the mafia princesses real name was Zina. My Zina. The Zina I had to leave alone in her horrible house back in Texas, for her own good. The girl I made believe I was dead, so she could move on with her life and not having to worry about getting involved in all this.

I made sure everyone– even my best and only friend ever– really believed I was dead.

How could they not?

An unrecognizable body was found in the disheveled car that got of the way, and was unlucky enough to flip on its back, and slip off the bridge. The car's owner was on my name, and I have to admit, if it was me who would've seen the scene, I would've believed it was real.

I made sure that, no police officer or coroner could do an autopsy on the body, otherwise anyone would've noticed that the body who lay there together with the demolished car, was from a random man named 'Carter Williams', a man I captured before setting his dead up. The dead everyone thought was mine.

I actually was sure of it that Ted and Zina believed it, and my certainty got proved when, the day after I purposely had the accident, I saw them crying their eyes out on eachothers shoulder.

I have to admit, it broke my heart, even after I told myself I wouldn't dare feel a thing about all of this. No sadness, no pity, nothing.

I had failed miserably and had to restrain myself everyday from returning to the small town in Texas, where I knew I would feel home with the girl of my dreams, and my only friend.

Those thoughts dissappeared everytime I thought about how they would have to live if they got involved in the life I was managing. And especially after the nightmares where I saw them getting killed on the most brutal ways, time after time, and after a while, I knew this was best for everyone and had tried moving on.

And it would've worked. I almost forgot their existence, constantly distracting myself with blowing up the bases of the Torres's. Until today. Until one stupid mistake, made me remember everything all over.