MIRACLE (✔️)

46: The girl who loves me

Chapter 46

-Gabriel Di Luca-

My whole world was dark as it can be for the past weeks since my father died and I forced myself to stay away from the girl that I love.

I was punishing myself.

Not seeing her, not hearing her voice, and not being able to touch her was killing me inside.

But I didn't allow my grief and anger to drown me, ripping apart and taking away the humanity I had left, because I promised I was going to come back to her, to my beautiful Miracle. And I will. Just not now. I don't know when, but I will be back. For now, I just consistently kept sending her favorite flowers and those handwritten letters. I wanted to write more, I wanted to share everything with my girl, to pour all of my heart and soul into those letters, to tell her the pain that I was feeling inside and to say how much I fucking missed her, but I thought against it and kept it all to myself. I can't be that fucking insensitive when she, herself, suffered so much more, almost her while fucking life. I don't want her to worry and to burden her even more.

So I simply wrote the words "Ti Amo", and I know it might seem short and doesn't have much impact, but I swear I pour all of my feelings every fucking time I write those words. I cry each time I write it because I wish to God that my unspoken feelings would be able to reach her and wrap her in comfort while I'm not there.

My mind is just so fucked up right now and I don't want her to see me like this. I don't want to scare her. God, I barely recognize myself, even I'm fucking scared of myself when I look at my reflection.

So I dealt with the pain myself.

I want to look my best when I come back for her. The man that she deserves.

But it didn't mean that I completely left her all alone with those fucking brothers of hers. I don't fucking trust any of them, not anymore, I may be cordial with Damion and the twins, but I don't fucking trust them. I can never forgive and forget the abuse they've subjected my precious girl into almost her whole life for something that isn't even her fault. Before I left to go back to Italy, I assigned two of my father's most loyal and skilled soldiers with a simple task, to follow and protect my girl, Miracle Astor.

And since I've returned here in Sicily and after everyone finding out that my infamous father's death, men from the underworld (mafia) have been constantly bombarding me with questions of whether I'll follow the footsteps of my father and take over his previous position of being my uncle's underboss. I almost shot the old fucker who last asked that question between the eyes.

Those disgusting power hungry monsters didn't care that my father just died, that I was grieving, all they gave a shit about was gaining favors from Alessandro's only son and heir. My father may only be the second son, but he was just as powerful and influential as his elder brother, the Don, he also had his own legal and illegal businesses on the side, all of which now belonged to me along with a handful of his loyal men who already got on their knees and vowed to forever serve me.

But like I said again and again, I didn't want to be like my father.

I don't want the life he had. Besides, I already had the life I want to live planned out at the back of my mind.

I shook my thoughts away as I grabbed the last of his still functioning finger and broke it with a satisfying snap. He screamed and trashed against the chains once again. Ah, music to my ears.

"My si-sister.... M-my b-beautiful li-little s-sister... Give m-me my si-sister back, I-I'm be-begging you."

My blood boiled hearing this fucker's vomit words again. After beating her half to death, this fucker still dares to call her his sister. It's all he's been saying since my uncles brought him here in the torture room. If only I wasn't feeling satisfied with his every screams and cried, I would've fucking sewn his lips shut.