But Too Well

Bonus Chapter #2 : Fidanzata

A/N: I could've waited for some kind of special occasion to post this but then I decided I didn't actually need one. <3

Maybe I was just super hormonal but I was actually physically bawling when I wrote the first part of this chapter. Let me know if it's just me so I know if I should go see a shrink or something...

Super, duper, extra long chapter but I wanted to make this one special. (Close to 5000 words, it's a fricken short story 😂)

You guys know the drill, extra tissues and panties... 😉

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"Fidanzata"

I am ninety-seven percent sure that Rosalyn's brother still hates my guts.

And the worst part is that I honestly don't blame him. If I had a little sister and some figlio di puttana from the mob threatened her, fucked her, and fell stupidly in love with her, I'd be angry as hell too.

Natalia told me that he is usually in the best mood once he gets back from the gym. She's on an evening shift at the hospital but she said he should be home any minute, so I sit in my car parked on the street outside his house and wait, rehearsing through what the fuck I'm going to say to him.

Sure enough, he pulls into the driveway a couple minutes later and I get out, walking towards him and trying to look as civil and unthreatening as possible. Merda, I really don't want to do this.

But I will, for her.

He sees me as soon as he steps out of his vehicle and immediately his shoulders tense up, a pissed scowl settling across his face.

"Hi, Daniel," I greet with a small smile that he doesn't return.

"Natalia's at work," he says coldly, locking his car and walking towards the front door with his gym bag. I follow slowly behind him.

"I actually came to talk to you. Do you have a minute?"

"I have nothing to say to you, Santino." He flicks through his keychain for the house key, his back to me while I stand at the bottom of the front steps.

I run a hand through my hair, take a breath. "I owe you one hell of an apology, Daniel."

And he stops for a moment, shoulders slumping. When he turns to me this time, he just looks really damn tired. He nods his head towards the house, silently inviting me in.

"You want something to drink?" He tosses the bag beside the door with our shoes and I follow him into the kitchen where he pours himself a glass of water.

"No, thank you." Hands in my pockets, I give him a minute, watching silently as he grabs a couple bottles of beer from the fridge anyways, digging through a drawer for a bottle opener and popping the caps off, sliding one of the drinks over to me across the counter.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a drink for this," he grumbles. I take the beer and walk behind him to the living room where he collapses onto a couch and I lower myself into an arm chair across from him, still completely on edge about this.

He sips his drink and I inhale some air to steady myself before I eventually start talking. "There are a lot of things I want to say to you, Daniel. But I realized recently that I haven't taken the time to apologize to you, or to give you an explanation."