Reignite

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Adrian
*Current Time*

"Get him out of my sight," I say to the guys with me in the alley.

"You got it, Chapo," they respond while taking the bloodied pervert somewhere.

I walk out of the alley with Valentino beside me. My best friend. He's helped me a lot since he saved my life in that alley.

Him and Demetrius.

"I'm so ready to go home. I'm thinking pasta for dinner," Valentino says as he hops into the passenger seat of my Ferrari.

"Of course you want pasta, V," I reply while rolling my eyes.

"Is that supposed to be racist? Then I think you'd want tacos huh?" He responds with a chuckle.

"Fuck you," I say with a laugh and begin our drive back to the Falcone Mansion.

We pull into the driveway of a house that's bigger than I've ever seen before coming here. That's a lot coming from me.

We walk inside and I tiredly lay my keys on the counter.

"You know the rules," Demetrius's brother, Enzo, says while looking at my keys.

"Ugh fine," I say and grab my keys and place them on the key holder all the way above the table.

Why isn't by the door? Dudes stupid rich but lacks interior design knowledge.

"Did you get it done?" A booming voice asks suddenly.

"Yes, your royal majesty, we did," I say jokingly.

"Maybe he'll learn not to mess with my daughter next time," Demetrius says with a smile while holding a glass of champagne.

"I need to talk business with you guys, go to the meeting room," He says suddenly and begins to walk towards the room.

Valentino and I look at each other in confusion and just follow his orders so we don't get our heads chopped off.

Demetrius and his whole crew saved my life. I'm thankful for him everyday. I only had to repay his "debt" for a year then I could leave. But they became like family.

I worked as his assistant to begin with and I still do. He's like a second father to me. He treats me with respect and listened when I told him my story.

Enzo and V are great too. Enzo is like an uncle to me and Valentino is like a brother. It makes me miss my family.

I see Elijah every now and again along with Uncle Sebastian. But not as much as I used to.

I frown as I walk into the meeting room with Valentino in tow.

We sit down in seats in front of where Demetrius is sitting.

"Alright so, I'm getting a little bit too old for all of this running around nonsense," He begins, "I asked my daughter if she wanted to take over but she declined. So, I'm asking if any of you will be so kind to take over."

"I'm almost the same age as you, so no," Enzo says with a laugh.

"Thanks but, I can't handle all that pressure," V says while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Adrian?" Demetrius asks and all eyes turn to me.

"Oh come on, why me?" I say and put my head in my hands.

"I think you're the best fit. In just 7 years you've proven you're the most strong minded and intelligent person here," V says speaking up.

"I have to agree," Demetrius says, letting a small smile out.

"Fine. When do I start?" I say with a sigh.

"Thank you, Chapo, this means a lot," Demetrius says with a grin.

"Is that a smile?" V asks with a gasp.

"Oh I do believe it is!" Enzo adds on.

Demetrius quickly turns his lips back into a straight line.

"Hey man your smile is cute," I say with a laugh.

"Go, you're released," Demetrius says while rolling his eyes.

I walk upstairs to my room to change into some comfortable clothes. I get to my door and walk in.

Before I even fully make it inside, Tago gets up from his bed and his tail begins to wag rapidly.

Elijah brought him to me after I had been here a couple months. He said Tago was really depressed and wouldn't eat healthily since I left.

I felt terrible after realizing I also left him behind. My poor baby.

Right now, Tago doesn't seem to mind and is all over me.

I get to my closet and pick up my polo Ralph Lauren pajama pants and take off my shirt so I can go to sleep.

Life has been lifing for sure lately. I wish I could go back and change it all. Save my mother first.
So I wouldn't have to worry about saving my dad.

I look in the mirror and take in my whole body.

In the past 7 years, I've gotten tattoos all over my body. And I have scars all through my back.

I have a giant gash down my right arm from when this guy took a shard of glass and cut me from my shoulder to my elbow.

Dude did all that because he owed us money for drugs. Crazy.

I sigh as I lay down and prepare myself for sleep. I don't know what to do with my life and I miss Taylor like crazy.

I hate myself a lot for leaving her. I have so many unsent messages. But I just can't bring myself to send them to her.

I guess you could say that I'm too ashamed.

I've kept up with her, though. I know she's doing really good as an author and is doing great without me.

She probably doesn't even think about me.

I want to text her and tell her how sorry I am and explain myself. But I don't know how she'd feel about that.

Or if she'd even want me back in her life.

God, I'm such a terrible person. What have I become?