In the busy streets of New York City, Alessia "Alex" Savelli stands at the top of the Savelli Mafia Hierarchy, a "business" driven by her ambition and an unyielding desire to control any and everything- or everyone. Ruthless and determined, Alex wil...
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I woke up feeling annoyed this morning, The sun was shining bright as hell through my bedroom windows but I could only focus on one thing. The conversation I had with Alex, her words lingered in my mind, holding my thoughts hostage the entire day.
I wanted to laugh it off, ignore it like all the other shit I had heard before, but this.. this one I couldn't let go.
She was right though. And I hated that. I was pushing her away before she even had the chance to show me if she was different or not.
I groaned in frustration, pulling the covers over my head with the weight of our last conversation heavy on my chest.
I texted her to come over earlier, thinking we could try to maybe talk it out seriously this time and starting with me being more open. But the whole day was almost gone already and I haven't heard anything back. I know I hit a couple of nerves last night, and while I kept convincing myself that I didn't care, that I was fine. A part of me was terrified that she was done for real this time.
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I spent the rest of the day trying to distract myself, moving from one stupid chore to the next, hoping my phone would ring soon. The more time passed, the more I regretted yesterday. Regretting how dismissive I had been, how I kept acting like I didn't care when I did.
My heart beginning to do backflips when there was hard knock on the door and I just knew it was her. But I didn't know what I expected next. Maybe an apology, a fight shit maybe both. but I need to clear the air so hopefully this is my chance.
I opened the door, and there she stood but not looking at me, but at her phone. She didn't say a word yet but somehow her presence was enough to bring all the emotions I could barely sort through back to the surface.
"You asked me to come over" she said in a monotone voice, sliding her phone into her pocket as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Her energy was cold and it was much different than the energy I'm used to getting from her.
"Yeah... I did." I closed the door behind her and following her into my living room. "I didn't think you were gonna come."
"I didn't think I was either" Alex replied. She sat down on the couch, leaning back slightly, like she owned the place. Looking like a mixture of my worst nightmare and my favorite dream."But here I am."
