The Don and his girl 1⃣

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NOT EDITED BUT HERE YOU GO BECAUSE YOU GUYS WANTED AN UPDATE. Writer's block has me in chokehold

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Trigger warning.
Self harm
A year later ....

She had worked on moving on feeling nothing doing what they say, she moved from everything bad in the past and focused on living. She forgot about him. Or not. She had finally told Marco she would not be seeing him again. She was older and bolder.

Anita became more nicer to her for a reason she does not know. Isabella and mercy were also closer to her. She was in her room in the maid quarters looking out the room with a book on her lap, since it was not her shift she came to the room.

She did not want to think but when you are alone, there is know stopping it. She thought about her parents, her uncle, the child she never had and just her whole life. Maybe she was a wicked witch in her past life.

And most of all the one that gave her anger was that man.

Marco, She had not seen him in a while but no matter how hard she tries to avoid him she still saw glimpse of him in some hall, sometimes she felt like he was watching her . But she shook it off. She saw the other one whom she guess was his friend, time to time but they never spoke to each other.

She sighed thinking will this be her life forever.

Meanwhile.....

Marco was on his bed with his cock in this girls mouth .... What was her name Esther, Rebecca he could careless about her name. He was so soft he felt like he needed a tractor or some drug to lift it up. But she kept sucking and sucking. Moaning.

He removed her head and stood up going to the bathroom, he stopped and said she should leave that he would call her tomorrow, she blushed and left.

He entered the bathroom and stood under the shower thinking about her.

"Cazzo" he hissed.

Fuck he missed her, he thought. A year had gone he had not touch her, he had to fucking sneak just to see her he was either hiding near the wall or in a dark corner. He always watched her, she had even grown more curvy.

Today was her birthday again this year and he could not do anything. He understood he was at fault, he would always fuck and leave but now she is the one that left finally.

He punched the wall again and again and again till he could not feel it. Blood dropped from his knuckles but he kept punching. He fucking misses her. Her smell, smile, laugh, body. Every fucking thing.

But he had to protect her, what he felt for her he has never felt it before not even for her .The urge to protect her and keep her from the mafia. He would rather die than they kill her and find out she is his weakness.

He could not be with her, he would leave her. But little did he know that those words will bite him in the back later on.

He left the shower and took a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around his waist. He dried his body and wore his suit leaving the room. He called Carlos and told him he is leaving for a while, it was about time he went to visit his family.

Marcella and Pagolo, one of his trusted men were already waiting for him downstairs.

As he went to visit his family, Anita brought food for Ally to the room since she missed lunch.

"Honey come eat, or should we eat together" Anita asked her.

"Sure, let us eat" she answered and smiled.