In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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As I pushed open the door to Aunt Viva's diner, the familiar scent of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee enveloped me, bringing back a flood of memories. The place hadn't changed a bit since the last time I was here, and it felt like stepping back in time to simpler days.
Spotting Kylie sitting at a booth near the window, relief washed over me. She looked tired but hopeful, and I couldn't wait to catch up with her. "Kylie!" I exclaimed, making my way over to her. "I've missed you so much, girl."
Her face lit up at the sight of me, and we embraced tightly, as if trying to make up for lost time. "Gina, it's so good to see you," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
We settled into the booth, and I couldn't help but notice the exhaustion etched into Kylie's features. "How are you holding up?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.
Kylie sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It's been tough, but I'm managing. D'Angelo has been... helpful."
"D'Angelo? Who's that?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
"He's... someone who's been helping me out," Kylie replied, her tone guarded. "Let's just say, he's been there for me when I needed him."
I raised an eyebrow, sensing Kylie's reluctance to share more. "Well, as long as he's treating you right. You deserve nothing but the best, girl."
Kylie smiled gratefully, and I could see the weight of her troubles momentarily lifted. "Thanks, G. So, how have you been? What's been going on with you?"
I launched into a lively recounting of my latest adventures, eager to distract Kylie from her troubles even for just a little while. But as I chatted, my mind kept drifting back to the thought of Kylie living with someone she barely knew. The idea sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but voice my concerns.
"I mean, Kylie, are you sure about this D'Angelo guy?" I blurted out, unable to contain my worry any longer. "Living with a stranger you just met? It's... it's kind of hysterical, don't you think?"
Kylie's smile faltered slightly, and I immediately regretted my words. "I know, G. It's not ideal, but I don't really have a choice right now. And D'Angelo has been nothing but kind to me."
I nodded, trying to suppress the nagging feeling of unease gnawing at my gut. "Well, just be careful, okay? And if anything feels off, don't hesitate to call me. I'll come running, no questions asked."
Kylie squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, G. You're the best friend a girl could ask for."
We dug into our breakfast, savoring every bite of Aunt Viva's famous blueberry pancakes and eggs benedict, I couldn't help but circle back to the topic that had been gnawing at me. I set my fork down and leaned forward, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
"So," I began, drawing out the word with deliberate slowness, "tell me more about this D'Angelo guy. What's he like?"
Kylie looked up from her pancakes, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Gina, it's not like that," she protested, though the smile tugging at her lips told me she didn't mind the question.
