POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Epilogue

1 year later

Annetta's POV

If I had one wish to make, it would be to form a bond.

Form a bond with the things I do, form a bond with words that leave people's mouths, form a bond with food, form a bond with people. It's hard, harder than said because just saying it is so easy. The thought of it was easy but doing it, was just so hard.

My thoughts ignite the gaping rage that infiltrated my system, it was unexpected. I had no idea where it came from but I know that I was the cause of it. My fists ball up as I throw a couple of blows to the punching bag, with each hit, came with dull pain. My knuckles were sore, probably red and definitely bleeding. My thoughts drowned out the reality I was in, the same reality I thought I could manage. It's what I wished for, didn't I? It's what I told myself that it's right for me. It's exactly what I want but I just can't seem to live up to the standard that everyone is expecting.

Why?

Why? Why? Fuck! Why!

With the last punch, I feel weak. I clench the punching bag and stand still, thinking about the next minutes, what I was required to do because I have a new role in my life. Thinking about it made me feel everything simultaneously. It started to give me the headache of my fucking life.

Making my way up the stairs, I dread. I feel it crawling up my skin. The estate was quiet, nobody was around and it only heightened the anxiety brewing in my system. I never had anxiety as severe as I did right now in my life. The cause of it was questionable. I didn't like talking about it. I try not to think about it, but when little things begins to bother you, you tend to find yourself worrying about it, even though you know it's not worth your time. I've learned this in the past couple of months, I've learnt that it slowly kills you. You lose whatever you have, or you start to feel like you're losing it.

Though he was here, with me, since the day he married me, I feel like I have only half of him. Lately, Fabio just seemed so occupied. And I hated every single second of it.

But when I feel a presence behind me, I forget about every little worry that was eating me alive. Because when I turned around, Fabio stood a few feet away from me, staring at me like he hadn't in a while. I scrutinise him, waiting for the small argument we may have or the lack of interaction we may have. I couldn't tell which one we would have because everyday was a different day. Where did things go wrong? Why did things go wrong?

What I thought would be the constant fear I'd live with my life turns out exactly the opposite. Marrying Fabio has been the best thing I have done, he loves me. Too much. There's not a day that goes by where Fabio makes me regret my decisions because he kept his promise, he never made my life like hell, just the way I was afraid that he would. In fact, having him with me was so much better than any other time in my life. I feel like I always have someone to go to at the end of the day and the assurance was a bliss.

My heart beats unsteadily, I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to let him in so he could help me but how? I inhale a breath when Fabio reaches for me and simultaneously, I reach for him. He embraced me, both our chests collided and eventually, ours lips did too. I kiss him hard, so hard that he probably noticed the nature of this kiss. But it didn't matter because he kissed me back, really hard too. It was like as if we knew we were deprived of each other and so, we were doing each other a huge favour. I love him. There isn't a day where I question our love for each other because ever since we married each other, we kept our promises to each other.

Fabio groans as I push my hands under his blazer jacket, massaging his skin over his dress shirt. I feel his hand slithering on my body until they reached my rear. I moan softly in to his mouth when he squeezed them, he squeezed them so hard, it hurt but it felt so good.