RESURGENCE (rinascita)

CHAPTER 3

Jessica's POV

I woke up and it was 8 am on Wednesday. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, after that, I brushed my teeth and carried out my normal morning routine. I dried my hair and wore jeans with a red t-shirt which covered my whole upper body. I wore my lenses, wig, glasses, and makeup.

 I looked at myself, well looked at Jules in the mirror. It's just sometimes so upsetting to hide your true self.

"Good Morning," I heard a voice coming from my door, I looked behind and found my dad leaning on the door, "Can I?" he asked permission to enter my room. A smile made its way to my face. "Of course, dad." I went to him and kissed him on his cheek.

"You know you are pretty, even in disguise because you have the same charming personality and character even when you are Jules." He told me with a beautiful smile on his face. "Thanks, Dad," I said. I needed that even if he didn't sound honest.

"You coming?" he asked me referring to the breakfast and I simply nodded my head. It's been a while since I ate breakfast with dad and Rose. He kissed my forehead and left my room. I, for the last time, looked at myself and then left my room.

When I went down the stairs, I saw Rose sitting beside dad and talking with him about something, I couldn't catch what they were saying. I went towards the table and sat on the other side, beside dad. "Good Morning," I said and both of them nodded their heads in response.

Dad was about to say something to me but our maid came and placed our breakfast in front of us, "Thanks, You may leave Anna, and please don't disturb us. Tell everyone that I am having breakfast with my daughter and no one is allowed until there's something important." My dad told Anna, she nodded her head and left us.

"Jessica, I heard about Alex. What are you going to do to him?" Dad asked me. That was what Rose and dad were talking about. "Nothing, Dad," I replied him simply. "Are you sure?" he again asked me.

"Dad, you know that if I wanted to kill him, I would do that even without telling you because I don't need your permission to do what is needed to be done. Right? And Rose, that person made your life hell and I will make him pay for this. I will not stop WHIPPING that fucker's ass till he starts begging me to kill him. Is that clear? And now stop talking about that punk because you are not going to save him from me. You can try though." I told them.

"Okay, no need to spoil your mood. Eat." Dad said and shook his head because he knew that I don't talk about work on the table. No one will ever know what I am planning because that's something I rely on. Secrecy. We all ate our breakfast in a welcoming silence.

After having breakfast, Dad went into his office. Rose and I were sitting at the table when I noticed her in deep thoughts, "What are you thinking again, huh?" I inquired. Because I know that she can be really stupid when it comes to love.

Oh please, I know that look she's giving me. "Look I won't kill him. Fine? And you are not going to hide anything from me because I have my suspicions about him and right now, I can't tell you anything else." I said. I know what I am going to do to him and I won't stop just because of Rose. She nodded her head,  "Fine, I believe you." she said. "Good, now go to your room." She stood up and left.

Lately, everything is just so confusing. My actions and my plans are not secret at all now as if someone is telling my every move to my enemies. I may pretend to be strong but no one is that strong to cope with everything that has happened to me. I still can't get over my mother's death. And then, Dad is so depressed that he can hardly run this mafia group. Sometimes I think about what would happen to this group if I die because it's all me who is running it.

Having nightmares is also added to my miserable life, making my life more pathetic. I tried to do something normal like liking someone but again he lied to me. That son of bitch used me. The only person I ever believed was Alessandro but I have no fucking clue to find him. I mean he was the only friend I ever had. Now, I have some friends and I only share my problems with one of them.