Don Salvatori WMBW (NAIVE SEQUEL)

Chapter 3: Broken

RATED MATURE

YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SKIP THIS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

WHERE WE LEFT OFF

"Farrah? What is this cousin of yours like?"

Farrah smirks. "I won't ruin the surprise. Just know that Jazmyn is the exact opposite of Rey."

Gianni's eyebrows shoot up. "So...she's crazy?"

She chews in thought. "I wouldn't have used those words, but...yes. You could say that."

She smiles and twirls some pasta onto her fork. "She's a lot of fun. She doesn't take anyone's mess. She is not afraid to fight a man. Trust me I've seen her do it and win." She chews some more.

He looks down at his plate. "And you think we'd be a good match?"

She smiles. "Yes. You need some spice in your life. You may be king of Italy, but your life is boooooring."

He frowns a little. "Not all the time."

She rolls her eyes and deadpans. "I swear you and Rey are exactly alike."

She shakes her head cutting into her steak. She takes a bite, pointing the knife nonchalantly in his direction.

"Gianni, it's okay to be heartbroken. It's even okay to mourn for a little while."

She flips her wrist. "But, it's been like a year. It's not healthy."

She cuts another piece of steak. "Maybe someone new and exciting is what you need."

He leans back in his seat in thought, his attention on her. "Is that how you got over your first broken heart?"

She finishes chewing. "Oh no. The only man I have ever loved is Jesus and this one." She says pointing the knife in Dom's direction.

"And if he is dumb enough to break my heart, he deserves the castration headed his way."

Dom looks at her with an amused smile. "See Gianni? My little hellion." He leans toward her and pecks her lips.

She kisses him with a smile on her face. "And this hellion wasn't kidding," she adds, pecking his lips once more.

Dom winks at her.

Gianni chuckles to himself. I want that.

NOW...

Left jab, left jab, right cross, duck. Right jab, right jab, left cross, slip. Left jab, left jab, right cross, slip, slip. Right jab, right jab, left cross, right hook.

Repeat...repeat...repeat...

Forget her...

Left jab, cross, right jab, cross, slip. Repeat...repeat...repeat...

I don't love her...

Double jab, cross, double jab, cross block. Repeat...repeat...repeat...

I can't love her...

Jab, cross, hook, slip, slip. Repeat...repeat...repeat...

I shouldn't love her...

Left jab, right hook, left uppercut. Repeat...repeat...repeat...

But I do...

Right jab, left hook, right uppercut. Repeat...repeat...repeat...

After my workout, both physical and mental, I pick the black towel  off the nearby bench and blot the salted sap from my skin.