Guns And Roses(Complete)

Chapter 35

"WHERE THE FUCK COULD SHE BE!" Dante yelled out, throwing a glass plate at a wall. "STOP PANICKING!" Jason screamed at him. "I'M NOT PANICKNG YOUR PANICKING!" he yelled back. "EVERYONE STOP FUCKING PANICKING!" Lilian screamed.

His breathing was ragged, uncontrolled. He refused to believe she left him, He couldn't. She's the one person who completes him, what the fuck am I supposed to do without her, he thought.

He woke up that morning, early. Her absence in his arms caused him to stir, he got up and saw the bedroom door open. Her phone was gone, some clothes and shoes gone, suitcase gone, purse gone.

She  was gone, and all he could do was blame myself. Realize that his life and personality is what must've pushed her away, it was the only possibility. He would've given her the world if she wanted, but now he realized. Dante Romano must really just be unlovable.

"Dante, I know what your thinking. There's another explanation, I just know it" Jayda whispered next to him, patting his back. The glass back door swung open and closed, Jay running in. 

"I think I know where she is!" he yelled.

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I stared out of the cab window aimlessly. Searching for something, anything, to let me know that what I was doing was a mistake. That being back in Mexico was a forbidden door, a door who's locks I should leave unpicked. 

But being back was a door who's room I needed to see one last time, before closing it forever.

I hadn't realized we were here until the cab halted slowly, dust kicking up under the black rubber tires. "Here" the driver grumbled, I sighed and picked up a few tens from my purse, handing them to him after taking my suitcase from the trunk.

He sped off, leaving me alone.

The house was exactly as I'd remembered it, big, almost like a maze of white walls and palm trees. I stood across the street, my leather bag strap wrapped around my shoulder and the suitcase handle in my other hand.

I took a deep breath in, inhaling warm air. Okay, I can do this.

I started out to the other side of the street, the house that filled the unpopulated acres of land full enough. I pushed the metal gates open, a creaking sound erupting from the throat of the hinges. I stepped in, the large dirt area in front of the house empty, except for the fountain in the center that hadn't been filled with water in years.

The rows of tiles on the roof of the house, the balconies on the stories above. The palm trees surrounding the acres, the modern-yet old styled villa house that to me at one point was an endless fortress of dreams, brought waves of nostalgia.

I pulled the key, the key I still had, out of my jean shorts pocket, pressing it into the keyhole and turning the knob.

Javier obviously hadn't abandoned the place.

It was still fully decorated, though some pieces of furniture had large white sheets draped over. I closed the door and propped the suitcase up against the wall beside it, pulling the yellow folder out of my bag and putting it down after opening it.

I worked up the nerve to see what Javier had so generously gifted me before his death on the plane. It was rights, rights to the land, the houses, business shares, this house, everything. Split equally between me and his son, my cousin, my brother.

I scoffed at the recent event, Javier was as cryptic as always. His actions nothing more than a tantalizing puddle of thought, leaving me stranded even in the shadow of his death. I guess some questions really are just better left unanswered.