Adriana's Notebook

Chapter 7

It pains me to read the rest of the diary but I can't  help but read it. I turned to the next entry and I knew that was were everything started to change...

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19 May

I have no idea what is going on with Xavier. Ever since that meeting he had in Chicago last month he has been acting different and I can't take it anymore. He is ignoring me and today I am determined to find out why.

"Alexander..."

"Yes Adri?" He replied with a concerned look on his face. I never called him by his name.

"What is wrong with your brother?" I asked not looking at him.

We were sitting in the living room watching a movie and I was resting my head on his shoulder.

He stiffened and that was when I looked up at him and saw his expression.

He went cold and his expression was blank. He looked like he belonged to the mafia then and there. No more was the fun and joking Alexander.

"His been busy, Adriana." Was all he said.

"Doing what." I said through gritted teeth.

"His job." He said and gave me a deadly look and I felt like slapping him.

I snapped. All my emotions of frustration and hurt was let loose.

"Well fuck him, fuck you and fuck this whole mafia bitch!" I yelled and stormed out the door, ignoring the fact that Alexander was calling after me.

I dashed for the elevator but big strong arms wrapped around and lifted me off the ground. I kicked and I screamed to let me go.

"Hush Adriana." He scolded. "I warned you about leaving the house without any of us or the guards." He said sternly.

He was different. His voice was colder and it lacked that love he always spoke to me with. His hold me was strong and stiff, not gentle and loving.

I stopped moving and crossed my arms. "We need to talk, Xavier." I said coldly.

"We are talking right now." He said with no trace of humour in his voice.

This is not the man that I love. This is the monster that lived within him. The cold, blood thirsty mafia man that was Xavier Martino.

"I am serious." I said matching his coldness.

"Alright." He said put me down.

I turned to face him and I was taken back. His once electrifying grey eyes filled with love was now cold and dead. Like I was looking into the eyes of a dead man.

"What is going on with you?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a blank expression.

I am going to slap him.

"You know exactly what I mean." I said matching his expression.

"This is how I am, you just have to deal with it." He said coldly and I snapped.

I felt my face turn red due to all the anger. "You know what Xavier. I don't give two flying fucks about you so you can go and do whatever the fuck you want because I am fucking sick and tired of all your bullshit and this mafia bullshit."

I turned to walk away but his big hand clamped down on my wrist, so hard was his hold on my wrist I was sure it was going to bruise.

"You are not going anywhere." He muttered angrily.