The Mob Princess

Say Goodbye-Joe

The next three days came and gone and here I sat on the bed as Brooklyn backed her suitcases on the phone laughing with Gianna making plans for when she got back home. I felt tears threaten my eyes, I cant understand the feelings that have came over me knowing in a few short hours she will be gone...for good. She seemed happy, Im not and I cant seem to wrap my head around it she was just a client why is it bothering me. The truth of the matter Brooklyn made me feel things I didnt think I was capable of after Peyton, made me feel alive. I realized even though my work takes up my life I could go out enjoy myself and have a good time. I know I kept telling that night we went to the club and we fucked in the bathroom it was a mistake, it wasnt I wanted to do that for so long I couldnt control myself any longer.

It was five when we pulled up to the airport and headed in I grabbed her bags and followed her in. I followed behind her she smiled and giggled on the phone as she walked to her gate, her smile now lite up her face, that same head bitch in charge attitude she had when she came here back in full force but there was a softness to it. A few seconds later I heard the call to board over the loud speaker, she hung up and walked up to me.

"So this is it Joe"

"Yes it is"

"Thank you Joe I mean that thank you"

"Please take care of yourself and stay safe"

"You too, and if your ever in New York look me up we'll go to a club"

she let out a giggle and it broke me.

"I just may do that"

we suddlenly both heard,

"final call flight 662 Boston to JFK international final boarding"

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my neck, I pulled her closer into my arms as she leaned up kissing my lips,

"bye Joe"

and with that she was gone.

For some reason I sadly sat and watched as her plane took out before getting into my truck and driving back to the cabin. I figureed Id spend the night one last night there before heading back home to the city. I made the short drive back and unlocked the door. I walked in Duke came running and stopped looking around and whimpered

"I know buddy, she is gone"

he circled around my legs a couple times before walking under the table laying down. I walked into the office logging onto my computer I had to finish the report on Brooklyn's case. When a text came through my phone, it was a picture message from Brook all it said was remember us this way and it was a picture from the club that night, I dont know how she got it I learned never question her. I couldnt help the tear that slid out my eye. This girl got to me as much as I tried to fight it she got me and now she is gone. I thought about her for a second and I hit reply

Joey: I love the picture, I will remember in several diffrent ways.

I sent it but a second later my phone beeped and all I seen was message undeliverable she must have blocked my number. I sighed and tossed the phone onto the desk. She went back to her old life why would she want me to be any part of that, Im the reminder of a horrible event in her life. I typed the report as quickly as I could trying to just close everything out and then maybe I could start to forget her. Forget her really that wasnt going to happen the feelings I had were very much real and instead of telling her, I tried pushing her away telling her that what happened between us was a mistake. I know it hurt her and now she is gone I wish I could take it all back. All I want is to be able to take her into my arms and kiss her, the type of kiss that will make her weak in the knees were she would never want to leave me.

It just hit me its not just I miss her its the I havent fallen in love with her and now she is gone. Part of me wants to hop a plane go find her tell her but realistically I know she is better than me, she isnt going to want to be with me she is Rich, powerful and beautiful what is she going to want with some middle class bodyguard with fucked up head issues. She probably already forgetting about me. She is going to go back to her real life that she had missed so much. The next couple hours passed as I sat on the couch drinking beer listening to Tupac Brooklyn's favorite. It was two when I figured I should turn in knowing I had a long drive ahead of me in the morning. I walked into the room flipping on the light and I just sighed it seems so different without her here. I undressed and climed into the bed, the pillow still smells like her. I pulled it up to my nose and inhaled her scent on last time before falling asleep it was time to get back to my real life without her. Its a life I didnt want anymore though, I want her.