Thoughts?
Thalia Red. Everything turned red.One minute, I was running out of the house, trying to escape; and the next minute the sound of the gun resounded, followed by spillage of blood.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I looked at the scene in front of me. “Renee!” Luciano screamed out before taking out his gun, pointing it towards the person who had shot Renee and killing him instantly. Daisy and I ran to where Renee was. Her blood had pooled down on the ground, so I covered the wound with my hand. “Give me a cloth or binder of some type,” I told Daisy.However, Renee shook her head, making me look at her with frantic eyes. “Let’s get out of here first,” she said in a weak voice. “We don’t want any other tragedies happening tonight. It’s best if we seek safety for now.” Luciano cursed under his breath and carried Renee in his arms. "Let's leave," he said in such a cold voice that it sent shivers down my spine. I also stood up from the ground, still shaken up from the situatio
Thalia Black. Now, everything was black. Today was the day of Renee's funeral, and I'd never seen the Casa Nostra this quiet and solemn before. Although I see people wearing black clothes every day, this situation feels different. We weren't wearing black because we liked dark colors. We weren't wearing black because it screams more "dangerous." We weren't wearing black because we wanted to be hidden in the night. We were wearing black because someone died—and that someone just had to be Renee. It wasn't the usual funeral that people go to. There wasn't any ceremony. There weren't any flowers. Nobody even spoke about their memories with her. The funeral just consisted of burying Renee's body under the ground. After that, everyone went on their own usual way. I pursed my lips together as I watched them walk away—not a single trace of sadness on their faces. I guess that's what being in the Mafia is like—everyone is bound to be emotionless. After experiencing countless deat
Thalia It has almost been a week since Renee's death, and things are started to go back to normal—at least for other people. The people in the Cosa Nostra moved on with their life—like Renee never even passed away. Even Don Emiliano, the direct father of Renee, went back to work as usual on the day of Renee's funeral. From an outsider's perspective, it may also look like Luciano isn't the least fazed about Renee's death, but I knew better. He has been negligent of his health, and he also has been shutting off most people—especially me. I have tried multiple times to talk to him and make him open up to me like before, but it seems like he doesn't want to confront me at all. I knocked on his door with his favorite cup of coffee in hand. "Come in," I heard his gruff voice. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head inside. He was wearing his glasses while typing something on his laptop. "I've made you some coffee," I softly said. He didn't even glance at me and just patted
Thalia Shit. "Do I tell him? Do I tell him?" I whispered under my breath as I paced back and forth in my room. I went back to the clinic a while ago to sneak out another pregnancy test. I was in denial as soon as I saw that the first one I took was positive. So, I took another one. And another one. And another one. And all of them yielded a positive result. I'm pregnant. And with Luciano's child at that! Of course, I felt kind of happy deep inside my heart, knowing that I'm currently carrying the child of the man I'd come to love. However, fear and anxiousness overtook those emotions. I'm just 18 years old, for fuck's sake! And I just became a guard not even two months ago. How the fuck are the people around me going to react once they find out? And how the fuck will I be able to tell this to Luciano when we haven't been on good terms for the last couple of weeks? I bit my lips and thought long and hard about the pros and cons of telling Luciano that I was pregnant.
ThaliaI went back to my room, my plan of telling Luciano about our child completely thrown out of the window.Before I even knew it, a tear fell out from my eyes. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath with a small smile, roughly wiping my eyes.Just when I realized my feelings for him.Just when I was ready to confess.Just as I found out that I’m fucking pregnant—this happens.I locked my room and leaned back on the door. I slid down the door, tears still streaming from my eyes.I sobbed uncontrollably as I thought about everything that happened for the past two weeks. I know that I have a fault in Renee’s death, but I hope he knows that I’m also devastated by it—that I’m also struggling with this all alone. I thought he would have felt some type of affection towards me considering we’ve had sex before and he’s kissed me plenty of times. However, maybe all of those were just for his physical satisfaction.I’m just his guard—nothing more, nothing less.I could die right now for all he c
Luciano"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as I looked for Thalia around the house. "Have you seen Thalia?" I askedd th other guards. They all shook their heads, making me frown. I went to the training system and barged into their headquarters. I ignored the other guards that greeted me along the way and went straight to Daisy's seat. She frowned when she saw me coming her way. "Good afternoon, Don," she greeted. 'What brings you here to our office this day?""Are you with Thalia?" I asked. Reese noticed our conversation and listened in. "No," she shook her head. "Isn't she in your office, Don?"I massaged my temples and shook my head. "Are you sure that she isn't at your place?" I asked. She shook her head once more. "No," she said. "The last time we spoke was last night. I haven't seen her at all today.""Shit," I cursed once more."Why?" she asked. "She's gone," I said. "What?" Daisy and Reese exclaimed at the same time. "Gone?" Reese asked. "What do you mean by that, Do
Four years later Thalia "Good morning, Mrs. Johnson!" I greeted as I went to her stall. "What kind of fish are you selling today?" "Oh, how ya' doin' there, Thalia? You came early today. I've got some milkfish for ya." "Yeah. It's Grandpa Ferri's birthday today. I wanted to cook some of his favorite food; and luckily, you have just the item I'm looking for. Give me three kilograms." "You got it," she smiled, packing the fish before handing me the bag. "I added some extra for ya," she said, smiling. "You're the best," I said, waving my hand goodbye before moving to the next stall. "Thalia! I baked your favorite bread. Come and take some for you and Lucille." I turned around to the voice calling me and saw Boris, the neighborhood's very talented baker, calling me over to his shop. I looked at the honey croissants on display and smiled in delight. "Lucille's going to love this," I said, already imagining her reaction. "I'll buy five." He shook his head as he packed the crois
Thalia Four years ago, when I escaped from the Luciano clan, I ended up coming here—Amari Coast. Contrary to its name, it has nothing to do with beaches and sunshine. Instead, it's a foggy and mountainous place where agriculture and sheep-tending are the most common livelihood. On my first day here, I was immediately hit by a small truck. Fortunately, it didn't cause any damage to Lucille and me. I think I was actually quite lucky being hit by that truck. If it weren't for that occurrence, then I wouldn't have met Mr. and Mrs. Ferri. Mr. and Mrs. Ferri took me into their home without any questions. I just told them that I didn't have any place to say, and they instantly gave me a room in their house. Mrs. Ferri was also the one who took care of me all throughout my pregnancy. Unfortunately, Mrs. Ferri passed away due to ovarian cancer when Lucille turned 1. From then on, it has only been Mr. Ferri and us. I always feel thankful for Mr. and Mrs. Ferri, so I just can't bring myse