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I know I said I would write Lloyd and Ari next but my mind is blank at the moment... so please have patience with me.
All I know what to write is mafia 🙄
Before you read my story, you need to know the beginning. Sebastian and I have known each other all our lives. Our family were acquainted with one another. They have "deals" with one another.
One of them being forced marriages. I say force because neither of the parties agrees. For instance, my sister Scarlett was forced to marry Sebastian's adopted brother Christopher Evans-Stan.
Christopher did it to please his parents but to also hide his secret identity. And I should also say, his secretive love for Sebastian.
Sebastian was always too blind to see it. But I saw it clearly because the way Chris glanced at Sebastian was how I once looked at him.
Sebastian and I grew close eventually. He always bothered me until I let him have a turn with my kite or push him on the swings.
Granted he's three years older but his mentality was not. He acted so childish... still does.
The only difference now is that he disguises his childish mind behind his cold aura.
No one knows his true self... but me.
I was the only one he let in.
The only one who got to see him cry... vulnerable... laugh... happy. It happened when he was with me.
But of course just like any other men... they lie... they cheat... they hurt you.
Sebastian went away at the age of seventeen to Romania for a whole year. It was to prepare him for marriage but I didn't know that. And neither did he.
Before he left. He gave me a small vile of his tears as a promise that one day he would return to me... because I'm the only one he cries for.
In return. I recorded my heartbeat for him on his phone as a promise that I would wait for him... because my heart only beats for him.
So long ago, but still pathetic.
He returned to New York at the age of eighteen with a new haircut and a new girl by his side.
His wife.
I was stabbed by his betrayal on the sidelines and he didn't even bother noticing me.
I never felt such pain so deep. It was almost impossible to breathe. I had so much love for him but it was all gone.
It took a year to change Sebastian's and my fate. But it only took a second to hate him.
Unlike me, Sebastian refused to let go of the past. He wasn't happy in his marriage even less when he found out his wife Elizabeth couldn't bear any children. Yet, he couldn't leave her. If he did, he had to die.
That was the condition, Elizabeth's father gave to Sebastian's father.
And as much as they're similar, Sebastian wasn't ready to meet the devil.
So he stayed with her... but he also stayed with me.
On my fifteenth birthday, He kidnapped me and to this day he keeps me hidden in an underground apartment underneath his twenty-million-dollar home.
But it's not how you think... dirty cell... cockroaches... cheap mattress on the floor.
No. I reside in a very nice decorative home... with my four-year-old son, Matthew, and my second son-to-be, Eli.
Letting go is not for everyone and it's certainly not for Sebastian.
I finished taking the hot dish out of the oven when I heard an echo of footsteps walking downstairs.
They must have finished training already.
I wished it was baseball I was thinking but the only training Sebastian teaches our son... is to kill.
I quickly set the hot dish on top of the stove scrambled the oven mitts from my hands ran towards the living room and met them halfway.
They entered with almost the same facial expressions but the only difference is that Matthew had blood snared across his face and a blank cold stare that I once witnessed on Sebastian's face when his father forced him to be trapped in an underground hole with a snake.
My first instinct was to take a step but Sebastian stopped me with the look in his eyes.
Even though I gave life to Matthew and love him gravely... he isn't mine like I want him to be. I have to share with him with the devil-like mobster.
"He did good today. You should be proud of our boy. He conquered his fear by stomping that rattlesnake over and over and over." Sebastian's deep voice hushed my silent breathing in the air.
My eyes drift down to much dead reptile in my son's hands. Matthew hung his head after Sebastian spoke, mourning for the dead snake as I mourn for my child's innocence.
"I'll take that." I fake a smile and take the snake from his hands, trying my best not to freak out touching the slimy animal. "Go wash up, baby. Food's ready." I spoke lightly.
"Okay." He answered but his gaze remained on the floor. I watched how he didn't even blink when he closed the door behind him.
I turn to Sebastian. "Are you staying for dinner?"
"That depends, are you going to try to poison me?"
I stopped trying when Matthew started eating solids... Sebastian would test his food by letting Matthew take the first bite.
"No."
"In that case, I'll stay." He smiled, approaching me. His hand caressed my belly causing my body to shiver with straight goosebumps. "I can't wait to train Eli next."
I dismissed the pain in my chest. "Sit, I'll serve you."
"Have you forgiven me or not yet?" He asks the burning question that has been the bane of my existence. The question that can save my life down here.
Sebastian has me locked in here until I'm able to give him an answer.
He wants to hear the words... I forgive you. But it's not possible because I can never forgive him for what he did, simply because my mind can't forget the pain he caused my heart to ache.
I looked nervously afraid of his reaction to my answer.
"Not yet."
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