Alone 2: Bullets

10. Mafia Princess

Carla

I spent the rest couple of days taking a direct route to jog. I wasn't in the mood to see or talk to Theo. But as my life would have it, I'll be seeing him tomorrow night whether I wanted to or not.

It was my family's annual gala. But in reality it's my mum's birthday. It's kinda strange that she did so much for me but I haven't seen her even once.

I always wonder how my life would have been if she raised me instead of Laura.

Laura never showed me what it's like to have a mother. I miss Donny though, even though he isn't my blood I cherish him alot. Somedays I wonder if he woke up from his coma or if he's still in that state.

I haven't contacted them in a long while. Since I left that is.

Back to the gala at hand. To everyone it's a gathering for the mafia bosses, but to my dad he's celebrating my mum. Although we haven't heard from her in nineteen bloody years my dad still hopes she'll come back.

I've never seen a love so deep and sincere. My dad is a man of steel but when it comes to his family he's just as soft as butter.

After I freshened up the squad and I went shopping. We walked around looking for the perfect store.

Whenever people saw Kessa and Tessa they ran over to take pictures imediately they recognized me that shivered in fear. It's all part of being a mafia princess.

I have to admit I loved it. And it gets you the best service.

We finally found the perfect store, Jackson being our fashion expert ran in before we did.

We tried on so many dresses, until I spotted it. It was the prettiest they had in the store. Kessa wanted it but they had only one. And she needed to match with Tessa. You can't argue with destiny right.

After getting our outfits for the gala. It was time to buy random stuff.

I expect Tyler and Tracy to prepare for everything, it was only natural that they were going to be Axel and my dates.

I wish Axel finds another girlfriend before tomorrow night. Or at least Tracy could get hit by a garbage truck.

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I woke up early today. Actually we all did. It was a family tradition. Dad, Axel and I all had breakfast together with mum's picture on the table. Then we would talk to the picture as if she was actually here. We would tell her how our lives has been for the past year.

I know it's weird but it gives my dad a little closure whenever we do this.

After breakfast it's time to set everything up. And by set everything up I mean order people around to set everything up.

With that done, it's time for hair and makeup.

I took one last long look at the mirror and I suddenly felt sheepish. It wasn't my first time but I still didn't want to mess up. Especially since this year I'll be doing the opening dance with Tyler.

"Baby girl !!! You look like bread and butter". Why was Jackson so weird. He ran jumped on my bed.

"Bread and butter?". I just had to ask.

"Yeah I watched this movie and the guy said the girl was sweet like bread and butter"

"You need to stop watching those Nigerian movies"

"I just can't. I'm addicted".

"Whatever"

"By the way, everyone's waiting for you".

"And you're just saying this now!". I walked out of the room quickly.

As I approached the stairs, I scanned the entire room for Tyler and he wasn't there. What am I supposed to do. I needed an escort.

I made my way down the stairs hoping and praying for a miracle to happen.

When I was about the get down, a hand was extended to me. I didn't even bother to take a look I just took it. And as the heavens would have it Theo was my savior tonight.

I didn't know if it was either a blessing or a curse, but I can't be picky at this moment.

Theo guided me to the middle of the dance floor then the music started.

The moment he placed his hand on my waist I felt Sparks. Why was I feeling that way. I'm one hundred percent sure I don't have feelings for him anymore. But whenever he's close I feel this uneasiness.

"You look lovely tonight". His voice pulled me back from my mind trip.

"Of course I do. I'm the Alexa Hernandez after all".

"You go by Alexa now. That's nice but I'm used to Carla".

The guests joined us on the dance floor and soon the place was filled.

"I hate that name and besides Alexa suits me way better"

"Either way you're still my sweetheart"

"Would you stop that"

"Stop what exactly"

"The pet names and the sweet talk. You're making it hard for me to hate you".

"That's because I don't want you to hate me, I still care about you even if you don't care about me".

The music stopped and then everyone applaused. I walked away from the dance floor not wanting to continue the conversation.

It felt like he was being sincere. Whenever I want to hate him, he does something that makes me want to love him.

And whenever I want to love him I remember everything that happened in the past.

Was it really time to forgive him?.