Two Broken Hearts

Chapter eight

Seventh rule of mafia:
Cross whoever you have to, to get on top

Maria's dream:

"Matteo don't go!! Please! Where are you going! Why are you leaving me!!"

He didn't answer. He just locked the door and kissed the glass door for the last time. I cried and cried. For hours. Then my dad came home from work. He saw me... Just laying there on the floor.

He smirked. Actually smirked at his crying daughter and he slapped me.
"Get up! You aren't going to be weak because of some boy. Get up we have training to do!"

I looked up at him, still in shock of the slap. My dad never hit me, until now. He grabbed my arm and led me to the basement where all my nightmares started. Those men who were teaching me how to fight were hell... Pure hell. They weren't sorry to what they are doing to a little girl.

And because of that I became that too. I became merciless. I stepped on whoever and whatever I had to, to get on top. For everyone to know my name. But I never touched kids, I never hurt them, like someone hurt me.

End of dream*

I woke up screaming and coughing just wanting to breathe. Remembering what those bastards back then did was sickening me. They were drowning me in water until I almost lost breath, they were whipping me on a daily basis and making me shoot other people in front of their families.

I cried for two hours and then someone stepped in my room. It was dark still so I couldn't see.

The person got closer and the moonlight reflected showing me a half naked Matteo in my bedroom. I quickly wiped my tears away not to look weak and looked up at him.

He looked sleepy and tired. He was very beautiful in this lighting. He had nothing on but boxer briefs. His chest was hard and muscular. Very tanned. His arms were full of tattoos that went to his chest a bit. I almost drooled at the sight of him but I kept my cool.

His eyes were dark and his hair ruffled from sleep. He was looking at me intensely and I spoke first, my voice almost a whisper and my throat hurt from screaming and crying: "Wh...What are y...you doing here?"

He looked at my state once more. And his eyes softened: "What happened?"

His voice held worry and I wasn't use to someone worrying for me. I fake smiled and shook my head: "Nothing, I just... Couldn't sleep."

He nodded his head, not questioning my words that were obviously a lie.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked and moved closer to the bed until he sat down.

I shook my head and looked up at him: "There is nothing to talk about."

He crooked an eyebrow at me and I chuckled: "OK, I just had a bad dream, nothing happened though."

He was skeptically looking at me: "What did you dream?"

He got closer to me and gently put a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is addicting and his hands rough but soft again.

"I...I.... About my father." I sighed feeling better to say someone the truth.

His eyes holding something. Like he understood. In this close I could see his scars on his arms and chest and he could probably see mine. I was just in a tank top and shorts. My hair a mess, I'm sure.

We were just looking into each other's eyes. No one said anything. We didn't have to. Silence said it all. We understood each other. We led similar lives and he knew my pain. He wanted to take it away but I knew he couldn't and he would never admit that.

He got closer and I was thinking he would kiss me but he wetted his lips and I closed my eyes, getting ready for our first kiss. He smirked and kissed my forehead: "Go to sleep my flower." He tucked me in. Just like when we were little and gave me a peck on the cheek.

Then he exited the room and I was left alone. I fell asleep after some time. I still had a feeling like he was in the room with me. Watching me. And I would've loved if he did.

A/N: Heyyy guys! I know some chapters are shorter than the others and that's because it just feels like a good place to stop! I would love to write more but I don't have every chapter pre-written. I do know how I want the story to progress so it will be much faster to finish the book!

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