KILLER | MP ✓

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— elora

it was the next day and i was sat in my living room flicking through the channels. i had finally planned the wedding and i was dreading it every minute of the day.

mason wasn't someone i wanted to be with. i didn't love him. i loved somebody else who i shouldn't and i hated it.

as i flicked through the channels a knock was heard at my front door. i sighed and got up then walked over to the door.

i opened it and saw someone i didn't expect to see.

"mattia? what're you doing here?" i ask as he pushes his way passed me and walks over into the living room.

i quickly follow him after shutting the door and see him pacing back and forth while running his hands through his hair.

"i-i can't do it anymore." he panics and i look at him confused. "what do you mean?" i wonder and walk closer to him. "i-i can't do it anymore." he repeats but this time he becomes more quiet.

"mattia, what can't you do anymore?" i almost yell. mattia shoots his head over at me and his eyes are blood shot with tears on the brim about to fall over and run down his pink cheek.

"i'll- i'll kill her or something!" he breaths and lets out a cry.

"mattia please tell me what you're on about."

"amber!" he yells. "i can't marry her! i'll kill her!"

my breathing hitches. "what? why? what do you mean? y-you can't kill her!"

all these questions ran through my mind. why did he want to kill her? what did she do?

i gently take mattia's forearm and lead him to the sofa where i sit him down and try to calm him down as he runs his hands through his hair and more tears form in his eyes.

"i can't marry her. i can't marry her." he repeated and repeated.

"mattia you need to calm down," i demand but he wasn't listening.

"i can't marry her!" he kept saying and saying. i tried to stop him but nothing worked.

"mattia please," i beg and stand up facing the panicked boy. "you need to calm down."

mattia didn't say anything. he kept his head down looking at the floor as he twitched every now and then. his breathing was very heavy as well.

"mattia listen to me," i begin and get down on my knees so i'm at the same level as him. "y-you're having a panic attack. have you ever had one of these before?" i try to ask but he just kept twitching and his breathing got even more heavier.

i ended up taking matters into my own hands by grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss. he instantly kissed back which made me smile a bit. i soon pulled away and he still twitched but just less then before.

i hugged the panicked boy and rubbed his back. "focus on something- or someone that makes you happy." i whisper and feel him nod as his arms wrap around my waist and he buries his head into the crook of my neck.

i could feel his hot tears fall onto my neck. "o-okay, uh now focus on something you can hear." i told him and he nodded again.

"now um, now focus on something you can feel."

he did as i told and i felt his thumb rub up and down the lower of my back which instantly gave me butterflies.

after a while i pulled away and looked at him. our faces were still close and i rested my hand on his cheek. "are you okay?" i wonder and he nods.

"y-yeah," he sniffles as he looks at me in the eye. "how'd you know how to do that?"

"i was a therapist, remember?" i chuckle and he lets out a little laugh.

"you kissed all your patients?" he smirked and i shook my head and giggled.

"only the ones i like." i joke.

the next minute mattia pulled me in for another kiss but this time it wasn't like our other ones where it was really rough. this kiss was slow and passionate. mattia's grip tightened around my body but not enough to hurt me.

we soon pulled away from one another and rested our foreheads against each other.

"i can't marry amber." he whispered and i nodded. "and i can't marry mason."

"let's go runaway."

i let out a sigh. "mattia, we did that last time and it ended in me thinking you were dead."

mattia quickly shakes his head and caresses my cheek. "but this time we'll go on a private jet to morocco." he suggested.

"but what about our mafias? i'm getting ready to be donna, you're practically capo of the toupees. what about our people?" i ask and he huffs.

"our fathers are still alive aren't they?" he shrugs. "they can be in charge."

a smile grew on my face as i began to nod. "then yes," i grin. "yes i'll runaway with you."

all my drafts have been used so i might not be uploading every day, sorry.