Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

VIII

Lorenzo's POV

I don't know what came over me, when I saw her in my shirt it brought back memories I have been desperately trying to push away. I didn't see Mavery Santiago I saw Haley Bustamante and I fucking hated that feeling.

You must be confused on who this Haley is and why I got so mad earlier, let me explain. I met Haley at one of my clubs around three years ago, we instantly hit it off. I was a huge playboy back then, only 19 years old. I took the mafia seriously but not as much as I should have. I let a girl, Haley, waltz into my life so far I barely even thought about my mafia. Haley knew who I am. Hell, everyone did.

I thought I was in love with Haley. Eventually she got pregnant, the gender I didn't know and I will never know. I was so excited to have a baby with Haley, and even got a ring to purpose. We set up a nursery and she seemed equally as happy. I gave up my playboy life and was one-hundred percent loyal to this woman. But she wasn't.

One night she disappeared and when she came back I found out she got an abortion. I remember that day like it was yesterday...

-flashback-

"Why the hell would you not fucking talk to me!" I was fuming, if she was having second thoughts about a child we could have figured things out. I could have convinced her!

"I made a mistake." She whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Well no fucking shit Haley!" I snapped at her and a tear escaped her face. Haley had always been so confident and strong, what was happening to her? I could scream at her and she would never shed a tear but now...

"I had to get rid of it so we could be together!" She says with more strength than before, looking up and making eye contact with me. I couldn't hide my confusion at her words. "A baby would ensure that we stay together not tear us apart!" I told her, and started to pace around the room.

"It wasn't your baby." she mumbled, but I heard it clear as ever. "WHAT?" I shouted at her, and stopped pacing to look at her. "Who's fucking baby was it then huh?" I was in disbelief.

"C-" she started stuttering. "Spit it out you slut! Who did you mess around with that was worse fucking up everything we had!" My voice boomed at her. "Carlos." She looked to the floor. Rage consumed me. Carlos was the leader of the Mexican mafia, also the second most powerful mafia behind the Italian mafia. You can also call him my number one enemy basically.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. She not only cheated on me, but with him. I should kill her right now. I know I should.

I drew my gun from my waist and aimed it at her forehead that I remember giving soft kisses every day. "Get out!" I screamed, feeling weak for not being able to shoot her. "Please we can work this out!" She begged, but I loaded the gun to scare her. "I never want to see you again and if I do I will not hesitate to shoot you." I demanded her, and she practically ran out of the house.

-flashback ends-

Looking back I realized how soft I had become from that relationship. Whatever I felt for Haley is dead. If I even accidentally bump into her somewhere I will kill her. From then on I never got close to any women. I would hookup with them in a hotel room then leave before they even wake up. Seeing Mavery like that, curled up in the bed with my shirt on just triggered something in me.

I should apologize...

NO!

You are not weak like you were with Haley. You don't owe anyone anything. So what if Mavery is scared of you, that's how it should be. So what if the little princess cries. I don't fucking care about her any more than I care about one of the sluts in my strip clubs.

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I am so sorry this was so short!

How is this going to effect Mavery and Lorenzo's relationship? Find out in the next chapter!

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