The night we met

Chapter 52

I opened the door and saw Matteo standing with Domenico and many guards talking with a worried expression. Once I entered every one went silent as they regarded me.

"Leave," Matteo said loudly and all of them left quickly without hesitation outside leaving us both alone.

I can't talk to him right now. Looking at him makes my heart ache that I think I will cry again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

But I need him to listen to me at least and explain.

"He came and talked to me. That's the only thing," I murmured but he just looked at me quietly.

"He told me about my parents. Did you knew about them because am guessing you did your research too," I continued.

"I did."

Unbelievable.

How couldn't he tell me about it when I told him multiple of times that I didn't knew them well not even how they met yet he knows all of it and he doesn't tell me.

"Why didn't you tell me?."

"The same reason you didn't tell me about Alessio," he said as he clenched his jaw like that named was bitter in his mouth.

What because of love? Because I wanted to protect you, instead of myself?

"I didn't cheat on you, I wouldn't."

He doesn't say anything which makes me kind of nervous because when he does that it may be good. He's just thinking what to say next, but I don't blame him. I would do the same.

When someone think that you cheated or he did, what would you say or do to make them believe that your words are enough?

Words are too powerful in our life.

Words are the ones that makes us believe, feel and think. Just when someone says 'I love you', 'you're beautiful', 'you will accomplish it', 'thank you', and it makes you feel something beautiful in yourself. But it may also be too dangerous as a 'I hate you', 'you're a slut', 'you're nothing', may have a huge impact. Those words just keep repeating on your head, but you have an advantage.

You have the choice if you are going to believe in it or not.

Your choice.

But will Matteo decide?

"Did he try to make you convince me that I need to join the mafia?," he asked firmly which made me shiver.

Shit.

"No."

Well, here goes the lie. But it has a good reason behind. Sometimes we just need to lie, we need to. But we lie because of fear of what may happen if we are sincere in that precise moment.

He looked at me not knowing if he should believe me. I was an open book for him to read but there was a ripped page he couldn't read.

He stayed that way without saying anything and I still waited for his answer but it was taking him so long that silence made a true answer for him.

"You're acting like you don't know me Matteo. If you don't want to believe what am saying, then don't. But I'm being sincere with you and I've always been," I said already turning around to go upstairs but I stopped as he hold my wrist quickly like trying to stop taking another step.