Unmasking The Mafia

Chapter 10

A few days have passed since your argument with William. You've been spending them at your parents' house, the atmosphere filled with a mix of support and apprehension.

Your father, though initially skeptical of William's involvement in your life, seems more relaxed as no further incidents have occurred.

But one morning, as you're getting ready for breakfast, a knock comes at the front door. Your mother glances at your father, a flicker of concern in her eyes, and rises to answer the door.

You stand up from you chair.

"Don't worry, I'll get it."

Your mother nods and exchanges a look with your father before resuming her seat. You make your way to the front door, a flutter of anticipation mingled with nerves in your chest.

As you open the door, a mixture of emotions washes over you as you find William standing on the other side.

Your expression turns cold at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?"

William's gaze softens as he takes in your expression. There's a hint of sadness in his eyes as he sees the coldness in yours.

"I wanted to see you," he replies. His voice carries a hint of longing, and there's a flicker of hope in his eyes as he gazes at you. His fingers twitch nervously, longing to reach out and touch you.

"Why?"

William takes a step closer, his voice quieter now, filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability.

"Because I miss you," he admits.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you these past few days. About what happened."

He hesitates, his gaze flickering between yours.

"I made a mistake," he whispers quietly, "I should have listened to you and trusted you. I'm sorry."

You look at him, trying to see if he's being sincere.

William holds your gaze steady, his expression earnest and sincere. There's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes as he speaks.

"I mean it," he assures you.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I shouldn't have let my paranoia and defensiveness get in the way between us."

He hesitates for a moment again, his voice softer now.

"I want to make things right... if you'll give me another chance."

This time it's your turn to hesitate.

William seems to sense your hesitation, making his expression turns more earnest, his voice carrying a hint of desperation.

"Please, forgive me. I'm not excusing my actions because I messed up. But I'm trying to change for the better."

He reaches out a hand, his fingers gently brushing against yours. The touch is light, but there's a mixture of raw vulnerability and hope in his gaze as he looks at you.

You stare at your interlocked fingers, but your attention is soon placed on a car stopping in front of the house.

His gaze follows yours, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as the car pulls over. The tension in the air is thick as his eyes dart to the mysterious vehicle, suspicion and defensiveness taking over his features once again.

Before he can say anything else, the driver's door opens, revealing... Oliver.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him and you step back.