Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Nineteen

Its been 2 months since Fiona was alone in Sicily. She thought being away from the family and the whole situation of Roberto's would make it better. Instead, she felt worse. She became more lonely and had nightmares of Roberto's death.

The other night she dreamt of walking under a bridge with Michael only to stumble upon Roberto shooting her because she wasn't there for him. She remembered his face exactly like the time she saw him dead on the table. She woke up in tears and cold sweat on the bed.

When she would wake up on nights like these she had no one to run to for comfort. She became more scared to fall asleep, she never wanted to sleep anymore.

So, majority of her nights were spent drinking coffee and reading a book. Or even drinking herself to sleep. 

Michael and his guards spent their 2 months looking for "Diana Puzzo" in Sicily. He spent nights awake in his new bed wondering where she was and what she was doing, it bothered him- an itch on his back that he couldn't reach- that he couldn't find her easily. 

What if she did forget about him? Michael thought to himself as he laid on his back. He'd make her remember. He thought again. 

His head ran with scenarios of her getting hurt and he needed to be there for her, he needed to be by her side and her on his. 

Then, a thought lingered in Michael's head. How was she holding up with Roberto's death? 

Michael sighed loudly and got off his bed only to enter the balcony. It was dark outside and the only thing Michael could see clearly were the stars above him. 

The next day Michael was sat outside near a shop surrounded by his guards that Tom assigned to watch over him. His eyes roamed around a bunch of women holding baskets in his hand, he locked eyes with a girl who smiled in his direction. Michael ignored and glanced at his feet for longer than he expected. 

Until, he lifted his eyes and spotted the one he was looking for a long time. It was Fiona walking with two men he assumed were her guards too. 

He never saw her wear a dress before, only once when it was Connie's wedding. Her baby blue sun dress that reached a bit above her knees caught his sight first. His lips parted and stared for long. Was it really her? Did he manage to find her that easily? He blinked his eyes a couple of times to make sure it wasn't just his imagination. 

But indeed, it was truly her. 

One of his guards noticed how Michael changed and he found what he was looking at- a woman. He sighed and cleared his throat. "In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns." 

It was already night time and still, Fiona couldn't sleep. She laid in her bed in the dark, the only light that illuminated part of her room was from the moon. She was startled when there was a knock on her door. 

No one knocked on her door past 9:30 pm anyway. 

She took her pocket knife from under her pillow and crept slowly towards the door. 

As she opened the door, ready to attack if it was someone who wasn't supposed to be there- she stopped in her tracks. 

It was a face she never expected to see anytime soon at all. 

Her lips formed a wide grin at the person who stood in front of her. He too, had a smile growing on his face as stars twinkled in his eyes.