The Darkest Shade Of Black - An Arranged Marriage Dark Mafia Romance

CHAPTER XV: Confession... Betrayal... It's All The Same.

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter.
- George Orwell.

The days fly by like leaves in a windy evening, and I once again find myself finishing my rotation at the hospital, Arturo called Eddy during the weekend, he said, and I quote: 'Things aren't moving fast enough on your end, I've purchased a house for you and your wife, when you've sold yours, you can reimburse me' Then he proceeded to rattle off the address and immediately hung up.

I know all of this because Eddy made the mistake of leaving the phone call on speaker when I entered the room.

I deliberately take my coat off as slowly as possible, I don't want to leave, I wish I didn't have to, I wish this moment could last forever. I have to get some of my stuff from the estate, Martha and Eddy are almost finished packing. The moving truck will do its job tonight, so I'm stuck with Sandro tonight.

I can't decide whether I want to face Father or simply let him throw all my stuff away, I know once I say: I do, my room will be.... vacated.

I rest my head against my locker, I want to slam it against it, but I don't. The door to the locker room opens, and still I don't move, Natalie, a third year resident, steps into my line of sight.

"Are you ok?" She sounds genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, family drama, you know how it goes,"

She chuckles and says: "I heard you're getting married."

Cazzo "I am." I step away from the locker and nod.

"To nonother then Arturo Angelo." I unlock my locker, and with unnecessary force, I open the door.

Turning toward her, I shrug and give her a small smile, "Yeah,"

"I don't remember ever hearing you mention a boyfriend,"

"You know I like keeping my private life private." I take my backpack out.

She laughs and heads to the door. When she's in front of it, she turns around, "Will I at least get an invite?" She jokes.

"I wish," I scoff. "I'm not even in charge of the guest list." I'm not sure if what escapes my mouth is a chuckle or a whimper. Luckily, it doesn't reach her ears, with a final laugh she leaves.

I dig for my phone in my scrubs pocket. As I swing the bag over my shoulder, I don't have time to change, I dial Dick's number. It rings and rings until the call disconnects. He's probably on a quest for Father, maybe stealing something, or gathering information on someone or several someones.

I once again rest my head on the locker door, I don't want to go to the estate alone, not without someone in my corner.
I'm afraid of what I might do...
Of what he might do.

I hate admitting defeat, but today, I'd rather lose than die.
Lose a battle to win a war, some might say.

I scroll through my recent calls and click on the only unknown number there. Taking a deep breath, I press the call icon.

He picks up on the fourth ring. He doesn't say a word, though, and neither do I, I can only hear breathing from the other end, as I'm sure he does as well.