The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Eighteen

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Alarice Guillermo

It's been two weeks since I've been kidnapped and brought back.

Two weeks of cutting off almost everyone in my life.

Two weeks of complete silence and trying to come up with a plan or my next move to fight back. The best thing I can do to make sure everyone is safe is to keep them at a distance until I have this under control.

A few days after I was brought back, I called Manny and informed him on everything that has happened. From being kidnapped to pushing everyone away, and even though he doesn't think my decision is wise, he won't argue against me. Manuel is the only one I can confide in right now, even though he is hiding something from me. We have been trying to find officers or agents in the NYPD that can work alongside us but so far there's no luck.

Sebastian has been constantly calling and texting me, finding ways to see me at my job, trying to get to me. After a few days I told my security to not let Sebastian anywhere near my office floor unless I say otherwise for business purposes. And I'm not sure how I feel keeping my distance with him. There has always been a hole inside my soul when Gustavo died but when Sebastian came into my life, he's been slowly patching that up without a clue. Hell, even I didn't know until now. With him away, the hole I had now seems bigger.

However, I feel horrible being so cold towards Tilly but I have to. She has Lizzy to worry about after the first attack, I can't afford to risk their lives again. Tilly has been trying to get me to talk about what happened, and talk in general.

Wesley is another story, if he isn't spamming me with Adele lyrics on my phone then he's outside my apartment door singing her songs in a high pitch tune. As much as I care for my sanity, I couldn't bring myself to open the door and let him in. Or anyone for that matter.

This is the best option I have right now... right?

"Alaric, your coffee is ready!" The barista calls out, getting my name wrong in the process.

"My name is Alarice, not Alaric." I mumble under my breath as I take my drink and walk to to the streets of New York City.

Damn, my name isn't that hard to say. I'm definitely not that character from the Vampire Diaries, I'm not even a guy.

As much as I love Irene's Café, I hate that they frequently get my name wrong. I'm convinced it's our thing.

I've been coming to this Café for as long as I remember. When I was a kid and my family traveled to New York for business, Gustavo and I found this Café on a random walk we went on with my mother. The owner still remembers us coming by and ordering  hot chocolate, because back then that's all we ever had, it was like a phase we went through. To this day, every time I drink hot chocolate it always reminds me of my brother.

The anniversary of when he died is coming up really soon, another year of facing this alone. Well, not completely. I do have Vader, but pat of me wishes I could have Sebastian by my side, although maybe if he knew the full truth of what happened that night, he would blame me and leave.