It was four in the morning and I slipped out of the hotel and into the piece of shit Toyota Nick left for me, but whatever its getting me back to Boston Back to Joe. I drove straight through the day, there were constant news coverage on my " death" was everywhere. I pulled into a small rest area, I figured I should lay low and head back on the road when its dark.
It was 7 at night I grabbed a beer and flipped on the television, this is what my life consisted of now television and beer on the sofa. I wasnt paying much attention my thoughts were on Brooklyn much like they have been when I heard something that instantly caught my attention
" Infamous mobster Anthony Gravino's daughter Brooklyn Gravino presumed dead after massive explosion and car fire. Police officials say the car was burning for over a hour before a car driving bye called it in to 911, when police and fire officals arrived to Lookout Bluff Miss Gravino's car was so badly burnt that fire investigators were not able to recover any remains of Miss Gravino due to the duration and intensity of the fire. Family had declined any interviews at this time, stay tune for the latest as it becomes availble.
"NO!!!!"
This cant be happening, she cant be gone, the tears rolled down my face.
"MY BROOK NO PLEASE"
I threw the beer smashing it against wall and fell to my knees. She's gone, I never got to tell her how I feel, that I love her, she left thinking that I didnt want her that that night together was a mistake and it wasnt. Im never going to get a chance to tell her Im sorry, that I love her that I give anything to be with her. Ill never feel her in my arms again, taste her kiss. I was so stupid why didnt I say something, ask her to stay instead I let her leave and now she is gone. I loved her god only knows I do, Maybe if I wasnt so stubborn she still be here.
It was eight when I pulled on the service road its just four more miles to Joe's house, when suddenly the car shuts off,
"shit"
I try to crank the car again and nothing I look down and realize the car was out of gas. My face was all over the news and I didnt have my phone, I sat thinking for a moment I was so close to getting back to him. I took a breath and stepped out the car, the rain poured down. The image of Joe flashed in my head and I smiled I'll be damn I made it this far nothing is going to stop me from getting there. I tossed the keys on the car seat and started to walk. With any luck Ill make it to the house in a hour.
It really was a cold Boston night and with the rain it was making it difficult to walk as fast as I like to get there. I continued as I thought about everything going on I must have zoned out because before I knew it I was walking up the street and the minute I saw his house the nerves rushed over me and a small doubt crossed my mind and I wondered what if he really did want nothing to do with me, I took a deep breath and thought
"guess there is only one way to find out".
I walked up the driveway his truck in the driveway and the light on,
"great he is here".
I walked up to the door, soaking wet, nerves all over the place, is her going to be happy to see me, is he going to turn me away. If he turns me away after all this I dont think I would be able to recover from it. I closed my eyes and raised my hand and knocked on the door. I opened my eyes when I heard the door unlatch and open.
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The Mob Princess
FanfictionBrooklyn was the daughter of one of the most powerful underbosses in New York crime family history. What happens when someone has their sights get on killing her to get the message across. Joe was the bodyguard hired to protect her at any cost. Will...