Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Twenty Six

AN: Hello lovelies! I am so sorry that I haven't been updating recently, I have only been updating my other book called intoxicated - Bruce Wayne. If you are interested, check it out❤️.
I'm sorry that this chapter is pretty much short, but the next time I update, it'll be longer. Also, I have been focusing on one book at a time because I started uni, but hopefully I'll be able to update regularly. Thank you for all the lovely comments and support 💕💕.

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Night time, Fiona spent it comforting Michael. He said he was fine and he said that he would deal with it, but his body language and facial expression said otherwise. Even though Michael was pretending to be fine and she knew he could handle it, Fiona couldn't stop worrying. She knew how it felt to loose a brother.

"Michael?" Fiona stirred from her slumber only to see Michael smoking as his eyes lingered on the view that Sicily had to offer. Michael seemed to be in deep thought, he didn't reply or flinch at his name being called out- Fiona crawled out of bed and cleared her throat as to not shock him.

Michael turned around at the sound and only then, for a split second, caught off guard, did he really look heartbroken with tears willing up in his eyes.

"Michael, darling, you alright?" Michael nodded silently as Fiona wrapped her arm around his waist, "Mikey, I know you aren't. You might not like talking about it but...I've lost a brother too...I know how it feels." Fiona was squeaking, speaking in a hushed tone, afraid she was walking on thin ice.

Michael, however, was silent. He said nothing and he didn't have to say anything. Michael flicked the cigarette butt on the ash tray, smoke flowing out of his mouth hiding his eyes for a split second behind the white clouds- his arms snaked up around Fiona's neck as he pulled her into his chest.

Silently, a tear slipped from his eye and landed on Fiona's collarbone as he rested his forehead on the crook of her neck. Michael stood still while Fiona engulfed him, holding him tightly as if she was afraid to let him go.

The rest of dawn, Fiona spent it comforting Michael. They both couldn't sleep- it was like they both didn't want to, afraid that nightmares of the dead will swallow them whole.

Michael's head rested on Fiona's chest as his arms wrapped around her small figure, Fiona's fingers traveled Michael's hair- once in awhile twirling her finger on strands of his hair or massaging his scalp.

Till the two fell asleep in each other's embrace, they did not utter a word, because they didn't need to. Having each other was the only thing they needed, they both knew that words could not heal the fresh new open wounds they both got, therefore, they decided to be silent in each other's arms.

In the afternoon, Michael and Fiona were preoccupied with packing. Since they woke up from their slumber, Michael only told Fiona to pack and that was all. Although Fiona was not bothered by it, she knew that everyone grieved in their own way, it wasn't necessarily slapping yourself or crying loudly, but she knew it was unhealthy for Michael to bottle it up.

But she obeyed him anyway.

Fiona took her suitcases out of Michael's grasp and muttered a little, "I'll do it," before exiting. Michael allowed her and strolled towards the balcony to watch Fiona place the bags in the trunk, but only then did he see Fabrizzio exiting the car.

"Fabrizzio!" At Michael's call, the man panicked and ran away. Michael's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Before giving Fiona a hand, he was talking to Fabrizzio downstairs; the man complimented him for having a beautiful girl like Fiona and wished him the best.

Michael's eyes traveled to Fiona as she neared the car- his eyes grew wide as a gasp escaped his lips at the realization.

"Fiona! No! Fiona!" Before Fiona could near the car, she turned around only to look up at Michael in confusion.

"What-" The car went up in flames after a loud boom erupted, sending Fiona across the floor, sliding slightly, causing the gravel to scrape her left knee and right elbow.

Eva didn't feel the pain immediately as she was instantly in shock, instead, she turned her head to look at the car up in flames in bewilderment as she still laid on the ground. Michael ran as fast as he could towards her, sliding on the floor to her side and instantly pulled her towards him, "are you alright? Fiona? Are you hurt?"

Fiona blinked a couple of times- she never heard Michael this panicked before. Suddenly words couldn't come out of her mouth so instead, she nodded.

Michael instantly embraced her, a protective hand behind her head and a protective arm around her.