A Mob Boss's First Love (Book 1 Of The New York Mafia Trilogy)

36. Dark Moments (Part 1)

Francesco was beyond furious. The love of his life had just admitted that she loved him all those years ago and had withheld that information from him for so long. The cherry on top of it was her also confessing to him that she didn't love him anymore.

Francesco only blamed O'Connor for this. He couldn't find any other reasonable explanation in his mind that had made Adele forget all about him. She gave him excuses and Francesco didn't believe her and believed Adele was trying to protect her ex- lover. He was sure that O'Connor had turned Adele against him. But Adele had only known that guy for the past twelve months. There was hope to do damage control and Francesco wanted to do it immediately and remove the ugly shadow of this other man from their relationship once and for all. But he was sure Adele was not going to enjoy it at all. But part of him wanted Adele to suffer. Part of him wanted to hurt Adele and make her understand how much she had hurt him with her confession. It changed everything. Her loving him all those years ago warmed up his heart and her lack of affection towards him was making his blood boil. It was as though his heart was punctured with stinging pain as he replayed her sentence over and over again in his mind. He wanted revenge. He wanted closure. He wanted Adele to get over O'Connor and to love him again.

But part of him wasn't sure if Adele was ever going to love him like how he loved her. That was a possibility. What was he going to do then? But he knew that was no issue. He was never ever letting go of Adele. Even if she hated him with every fiber of her being. He wasn't a man like his father and didn't plan to be. He didn't want to give up on Adele under any circumstances. He wanted to fight for his woman. He wanted to battle to hold the heart of his woman but if she loved another, that would have made it an unfair fight. He didn't want to compete with others for the love of his woman. No. He didn't share. Even if there was a ray of doubt in his mind that Adele had any loving affections left inside her towards O'Connor he had to act to destroy every last bit of it to avoid having a broken relationship like his father's or his uncle's. He had to cleanse inside Adele's heart and make her only to think of him.

Francesco sighed in frustration as he could see the fear in Adele's eyes and he wasn't enjoying watching his woman in distress but she had left him with no other choice. He had to get some straight answers out of her even if it meant breaking her. He dragged her to the cellar door and his guards opened the doors one by one through the dimly lit corridor. Adele was now having hiccups as she was sobbing so hard. Francesco had enough. He turned to Adele "Sweetheart. Stop crying. Your tears are not going to save our relationship but your co-operation might. Just do as I say. Be a good girl and follow me silently and stop crying because its starting to get on my nerves to hear your cries."

Adele took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. But she couldn't help it. Tears were running down her cheeks but now she was sobbing more silently or was rather trying.

Francesco got to a door and unlocked it and pulled Adele inside. As Francesco was closing the door, Adele became occupied with checking the room out. The room was furnished with a table, two chairs, a few cupboards, a fridge, a drinks cabinet and of course hooks hung from the ceiling that seemed to be Francesco's favourite decoration in almost every room with different shapes and sizes. Of course they were for hanging people from the ceiling. That made Adele cringe.

Francesco turned to Adele "Sit down sweetheart. What drink would you like?"

As Adele sat down, she shook her head "I don't want to drink."

Francesco frowned "I didn't ask you if you wanted a drink. You are having one. It would help you stop crying." He then walked to the drinks cabinet and spoke "If you don't choose one, I will get one for you, Adele."

Adele sighed "Any juice or soda would be fine. If not then can I have some water please?"

Francesco poured himself some vodka and poured some lemonade inside it. He then walked to the fridge and opened it. He asked "What kind of juice do you want? I have juices of pine apple, orange, pear, apple, cherry, lemon and grape. I also have soda. Which one do you want?"