The Mafia's Son [REVISED]

29. No, Not Finnick!

Lately, it's been getting hard to reach Caleb. Every conversation I have with him seems to hit a dead end. I know deep down the reason every thing felt a little off is because I know now.

I know who he is and I know what his family has done to mine and others. I know the viciousness and the crimes they commit to stay at the top of the food chain and because I know of this, I can't look at him the same.

Hearing the cautiousness he laces in every sentence as I ask him about his day or his future dreams destroys me because I know he's telling me a half lie.

Asking him about his future dreams, he responds with taking over the family business - which before sounded admirable and direct, but now it tells me that the family business is not just about financing and networking - its more. It's the Mafia, because he's the Mafia's son.

A month ago, I would've laughed at the notion of the Mafia being connected to me. And now, I eat, breathe, and sleep Mafia. Caleb and my history was written before we were even born and he doesn't know it. 

Asking him about his injuries when we fall asleep next to each other, he responds with falling down the stairs which makes no sense.

Nothing makes sense anymore and it's because I know now. To be oblivious is better.

But Caleb didn't know while I did, so I smile and laugh and continue our fake/real relationship. Over the past three months, he's done nothing but been nice and supporting to me. 

If I hadn't known about our past and the history of families have written, it wouldn't be this hard. Hiding and lying about my emotions for Caleb while betraying him was a double edged sword. Because if I don't want to be hiding them and lying about them. 

I want to profess my feelings for him in public.

I'm falling in love with him, but a part of me is resisting it. How can something so good be so bad? 

I can't keep lying to me and him. I want to be in love with him, but being in love with him is selfish and hurts the lives of everyone else around us if they were to find out the truth.

A P A R T M E N T

"Snowflake!" He calls me from his room.

I was currently standing in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of us in his black oversized tee with only underwear on. My hair was frizzy and my pancakes burnt.

"I promise I won't burn down your apartment," I immediately say so he can't mad at the smell of burnt pancakes. I'm trying my best to rescue them at this point, but they are still edible.

His chuckle echos in his brick apartment. He finally emerges in the kitchen with his grey sweats and smiles at me with his beautiful pearly whites. He looks so handsome and cute standing there with his hair wet and shirtless body. 

My mouth drools at the sight of him and it takes the timer on my phone to ring for me to snap out of it. The timer was set so I knew when to turn off the pan, which we all know is useless at this point.

"Remember the Spring Gala I told you about last week?" He asks me and I nod my head, "Would you like to be my date?"

I smirk for a split second but hide it with a frown to play with him, "Hmmm, I'm sorry but I already promised my boyfriend that I'd be his date. I don't know how he would feel if I went with someone else."

He stares at me speechless for a few seconds before breaking in laughter causing me to also crack a smile.

Once he's calmed down a little, he looks back up with those sparkling eyes, "Really? And this boyfriend of yours, you care about him enough to say no to me?"