The Return of Rose

Chapter 2: Definitely Not True

I blink a couple of times, still not believing my eyes.

I finally pick up the wet paper towels from the floor and throw them away.

I couldn't believe he was actually there. Here.

I had no expression on my face, I didn't want to give anything away. I didn't want him to think he got the best of me.

"I'm sorry but I'm working, my next patient should be here by now," I inform him with a fake sweet smile and divert my eyes to the door.

To be totally honest I just didn't want to be here at all. I wanted to leave. It was getting very suffocating.

"Let's cut the stranger crap, alright Lan-"

"-Rose." I reply calmly, still without an expression intact. Daniel also stood there without an expression, maybe an irritated one, though he was kind of doing a good job hiding it. Kind of.

Chris glares at me for about 10 seconds-the nerve of this guy.

He comes back from the fucking mafia and is barely here for three minutes-and yes I was counting- and he decides to waste 10 seconds of it and counting, on glaring at me.

Even though I was angry and was having this conversation with myself, I still remained calm on the outside.

His glare then turns into a smirk. A sickening smirk. He seemed way different than before, and I wasn't just talking about the way he looked.

His appearance though was way different from before. He didn't have his hair messy anymore, his hair was now ruffled up but in a neat way. He didn't wear his comfortable clothes anymore, instead, he wore a suit. A black business suit. He seemed more business-like. Obviously.

And he also seemed threatening.

Well not to me. I'm still his cousin, he wouldn't dare hurt me.

The thought of this had me narrowing my eyes at him. He was different which meant that maybe he changed even more.

"Look Lan-Rose, you need to pack up your things and come with us back to New York. I already talked to your boss and you can come. You hav-"

I interrupt him with a scoff and a chuckle. "What makes you think I'll be going back, Chris?" I raise an eyebrow. "Plus, haven't you already forgotten? I was kicked out of the-- I was kicked out of the team."

I couldn't say mafia. Not in here. There were probably people walking by the door or you just never know. Nobody could know that the mafia existed.

For example, Fransisco disguised himself as a businessman that was rich for buying hotels and having money. He was tied for the first richest man on earth.

Tied with Giovanni's father. Oh, how I loved bringing him up.

I had done a good job letting him stay out of my mind, up until now.

"Actually Fransisco had decided to "kick" you out of the mafia. You know, he doubted you or had doubts?" He says nonchalantly. "That's why he made you change your identity and appearance. . ."

I start to drift into my thoughts, but I dismiss them. He's trying to mess with me.

Get yourself together la--Rose! Darn he's even messing with my name.

He doesn't have the right to come out of nowhere and do this. Pull-yourself-together.

"Rose you're coming back whether you want to or not. You made an oath." He shrugs, "I mean if I were you I'll come back. Look at where you work. Is this what you decided to do with your money and life? Become a pediatrician?" He laughs mockingly.

I was becoming furious, though he was right. I did make an oath. God, I'm so stupid. I wasn't even thinking right at the time.

"Look Chris. Even though you want me back, after two years, " I mumble. "I can't go back. Franc-"

"Fransisco's dead." He says this with a bored expression. "Oh come on. You didn't know?" He says with a frown. "You were the one to get him killed. That bullet hit his arteries. Giovanni's men knew what they were doing." He shrugs. "It was your fault, Rose."

I couldn't swallow nor breath or do anything for that matter. I was horrified. And the fact that he wasn't laughing or smiling made me even more frightened.

Fransisco was an amazing guy. He was a fatherly figure to Chris and I.

Maybe Chris was messing with me. He had to be.

"At least do this for him since you did kill him. You made it easy for Giovanni to get in when I was distracted trying to find out where I was going. It was your fau-"

"Okay." I whisper, turning my back towards Chris and get on my computer to log out of it. I mostly just turned around to wipe away the tears that were slowly sliding down my face.

I've always hated feeling guilty and I would have done anything to get rid of it. 

Chris was right. I did kill Fransisco. I knew Giovanni hated our family and he used me when I helped him out.

Wow. Ha. How funny is that, being played by two guys? I guess I'll be waiting for the day Calum cheats on me.

I'm wrong for thinking that because he had nothing to do with my bad luck of guys.

"Okay let's go." I said with my old expression; my expressionless face. I never really had a neutral face on, well at least not anymore. Nowadays I always had on a smile.

Daniel opened the door and I stepped out, with the boys following me.

I looked over at the counter and gave Daniella my best smile, though I don't think it was convincing enough.

Funny thing was that we both wanted to be involved in the medical field. The best thing that happened was that we got to work together.

"Where are you going? You still ha-"

"Hey, what's your name?" Daniel smirks and I instantly glare at him. Like hell, I'll let him talk to Daniela. I don't want Daniela mixed up in all of this.

Thankfully Chris calls Daniel over to the corner of the room and Daniela quickly shrieks quietly. "Why didn't you tell me you had cute fri-"

"Don't even look or smile at him," I say sternly. "Just don't, okay?"

"Rose you're over-"

"Promise me you won't look at them. Act like you have no interest, alright?" I whisper-shout.

She frowns, then slowly shakes her head. "Yeah, okay." She finally agrees.

"I'll be back later, I just have to finish a couple of things in New York and then I'll be back." I give her a quick smile, though she doesn't feel as if that's enough so she comes around the counter to give me a hug.

I didn't feel like this was a goodbye hug because I wasn't the naive, broken girl who had once left everybody and thought she wasn't going to return, no. This time I was going to return. I was confident in myself. I had matured and I hoped Chris has taken note of that.

I was only leaving to pay the debt of what I had done.