AMORE

Date

Lorenzo

The door was shut tightly to Alis room. I fisted my hands tightly, making the knuckles go white. It took everything in me to not barge right in and kill him too, but I couldn't do that. I couldn't show Bella that I cared about her. I couldn't. Ever since she has come back in my life, everything seems to go wrong. Her presence is like a high that I have now came out of and reflecting back on it, we can't go back to where we were. She is clearly happier without me and I...I will survive without love in my life. How ironic isn't in that five years ago she tried to make me believe that I was good for her and when I believed her, she left me.

The boys were cleaning the mess that had gone down in the living room and I used this time to walk outside and take a smoke. When outside, I suddenly remember that I had completely forgotten Lina. I took out my phone along with the cigar and called Marco on the number I previously had used in England. I waited for the call to ring several times before he answered;

"Fratello" Marcos voice resonated through the phone.

"Marco, any updates on the girl?" I asked him, taking a long drag from the cigar while leaning on the wall behind me. I closed my eyes, feeling the smoke relax my body.

"Nah not much, I had to stop the university process for her because of the danger. She didn't say anything though" he answered lowly, nearly whispering as if he didn't want her to hear his conversation.

"Is she safe?" I asked back, confused to why he was behaving like that, but then again, I haven't met him in five years. Time changes people. Clearly.

"Yeah yeah, you wanna talk to her?" he asked me, to which I said yes. I could make out her voice and how Marco was stuttering like a pussy in front of her, making me roll my eyes. After a while, she finally answered. Saving me from the cringy conversation they were having.

"Hi?" she squeaked in the phone, before clearing her throat.

"How are you?" I asked her, wanting the conversation to be finished already. I really did feel uncomfortable talking to any other female than-

"Good, yeah. Your brother is nice" she whispered the last sentence. The statement made me smile boyishly knowing that no one was looking. Even though the door was open, I was sure everyone was in their rooms.

"Where are you staying right now? The mansion?" I asked her, to which she told me that she was in a random hotel somewhere with Marco. He had told her about the hiding plan and was okay with being on the road with him.

"Yeah? Well Lina, I am happy to hear that. Call me if there is something you need yeah?" I asked her softly, to which she thanked me several times, but I brushed it off telling her to not mention it.

"Take care of yourself Moretti. Return safely" she said as a farewell, to which I muttered a quick; "You too" and hung up.

I pushed myself up from the leaning position on the wall and was about to walk back into the door until I was met with the sight of Bella in the hallway. My steps faltered as I looked at the disappointment and hurt in her eyes. I could tell by the look on her face that she had heard the conversation. Not just that, but I could make out the stare she had on my neck all this time.  I was about to speak up until Adam walked into the hallway too and looked at us.

"You ready?" he asked Bella, snaking his arms around her tiny waist. I could tell by the touch that Bella felt uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything to make him remove his arms. Instead, she only nodded snatching her teary eyes from me to somewhere else.

"Where you going?" I asked Adam coldly, to which he smirked my way.

"Oh, our date" he uttered, making me bite my tongue harshly to not spit something out. I looked as Bella diverted her gaze back to me to see my reaction, but I put my blank face on and nodded to Adam. I could tell by his expression that he was shocked but shrugged it off easily. I didn't have the balls to look at Bella because I knew that I would fall back into the pit of possessing over her again.

Wanting to trash something badly, I walked away from the two and into my room. I closed the door calmly and fell down on the floor as soon as I was alone. I pulled out another cigar and placed it between my lips taking a long drag of it. I smoked one cigar after another, enjoying the harm I was inflicting myself. As if that wasn't enough, I pulled out the bottles of vodka I had in my bag and downed them down. Pictures and memories of my Bella flashed in front of my eyes as I closed them, to which I snapped them open again.

She wasn't good for me. She made me weak, emotional and...human like. I didn't need that in the business I was a part of. My father had been right when he told us that men like us couldn't be loved. He was right. Bella never loved me, she only loved her perception of who she taught I was. And when I was revealed in front of her, she did what everyone else did. She ran away from me and never looked back. I knew she was in England four years after she walked away from me and I fucking waited every single day for a call. Fuck, she could have called me three years down the road and I still would have accepted her, but no. she didn't return to me. She was just like everyone else. A liar. A fucking liar.

She had made me blind with the promise of love, but when I needed her the most, she ran away. She fucking ran away. Now she is here, right in front of me. Looking as beautiful as ever, as if her heart hasn't been touched by my poison. On the other side, there is me who can't seem to forget her even though I am trying. No one is equal to her, no. No one is remotely close to her at all. Not even the brunette hooker I just fucked. I had moaned out Bellas name and then put a bullet through her head for being upset at my tongue for uttering her name. What can I do? She is everything I can think about. Both when she is in front of me and when she is countries away. Nothing seems to make me forget her. I haven't spent one single day not thinking about her. None. I fucking promise. And not even the type Bella promised me, but a real one. I am a man of my words.

I dragged my legs into the shower and turned it on, feeling the hot water run down me body wetting my clothes. I adjusted the water more until it was boiling hot and hissed out loudly at the stinging sensation. I stood there for a while until I heard a knock on the door. I turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom and into the room I shared with Bella. I ignored the knocking and decided to pack my clothes that were in the room. As if human interaction was something I needed at this point, the door was swung open despite me ignoring the knocking. Surprisingly I saw the last person I had expected to see in front of me. Ali.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked Ali, while continuing the packing process. Ali walked in slowly and sat down on the couch, watching me closely. "Just wanted to check on you, man" he shrugged and helped me pack by handing me my clothes, which I was putting in a suitcase. I chuckled at his answer and turned to him; "My own family doesn't care about my well being at this point, Ali. Who the fuck are you?" I asked him, hearing him sigh from behind me.

"Look Moretti, people need people. That's just how it is" he told me, sitting down on the bed. I shook my head at that and continued stacking all the clothes together. "Nah, not me" I muttered to him, pulling out the last cigar in the pack. "You especially. I know you did all those murders because you were alone and needed somebody" he spoke lowly this time and just as I was about to yell at him, he stood up from his seat and tapped my shoulder. "You don't have to admit it to mean it. If denying the truth makes you sleep at night, then so be it" he muttered before walking out.

Just when Ali was standing by the doorframe, I called after him; "Ali!" to which he turned around quickly. "I am sleeping over at someone's today so stay in this room" I told him, before zipping the suitcase in my hand.