Oof. His last words hurt.
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
Luciano My back straightened, and my eyes automatically zoomed in on the beautiful woman on the stage. The quality of the production was shitty as fuck, but it didn't take away any of her beauty. She still shined amidst the pixelated screen. It seemed like she had reached the final two, and it was now time to give the crown to the winner. My heart started beating faster and faster, and I honestly couldn't hear any of the words that the host was saying at the moment. All I know is that the woman I've been looking for the past four years is finally in front of my eyes—in virtual form, that is. She's still as beautiful as ever. No—she looks even more beautiful now if that was even possible. It made my heart ache just seeing her, and I remembered the days when the two of us lost touch. Things escalated quickly, and the next thing I knew, a crown was placed on top of Thalia's head. I didn't hear the announcement, but it seems like she has won. I couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Thalia I instantly slammed the door close as soon as I saw the face of the visitor. However, the door didn’t close completely as he was able to place his foot on the gap before it could close. “Oww,” he said in a small voice. However, I didn’t show any mercy as I continually slammed the door on his foot, hoping the pain would be so unbearable that he’d have no choice but to retaliate his foot. However, I forgot that he was in the mafia for a second; because the next thing I knew, he stopped my force with only one hand and opened the door. “Thalia,” he said my name in such a familiar tone that it made me want to crumble. But I knew better. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Thalia,” he repeated my name once more. I heard small footsteps coming out way, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Shit. Lucille. I acted quick and pulled Luciano out of the vicinity of the house, slamming the door close. I was holding onto his hand, and I
Luciano "I would love to join you for lunch," I said, nodding at the old man in front of me. I didn't know much about him, but I felt that he could be trusted based on how Thalia regards him. He smiled and opened the door wider. "Come on in, then. Thalia prepared Panzanella and Mushroom Risotto. Do you like those dishes?" I glanced at Thalia and saw her glaring at me. I merely smiled and turned back to Mr. Ferri. "I'll probably like anything as long as Thalia prepares it." "You're a sweet talker, aren't you?" Thalia scoffed. "Well, unluckily for you, I only made portions for three. You can go and eat on your own if you'd like." Mr. Ferri clicked his tongue. "Oh, don't be like that, Thalia. There's plenty of food to go around. Come on in," he gestured for me to come in. I took this as my chance. I entered the small and cozy house and was instantly bombarded by the scent of heavenly food. Thalia grumbled from behind me, but she didn't retaliate any further. As we walked to
ThaliaI felt kind of guilty when I saw Luciano’s face fall; however, I stood my ground and kept my gaze strong.I remembered the words he said four years ago, and it’s nothing compared to mine. So, there’s no need for me to feel any pity for him.Lucille and I are doing fine without him, and honestly, I feel like he’s just here to shatter my world once more.“You don’t mean that, don’t you?” he said in a broken voice.“I do,” I stubbornly said. “So, I don’t know how you got here or how you’re going to leave, but I want you gone now.”His gaze hardened with every word, and it was a shame that I almost forgot how stubborn he truly was.It was the very reason why we didn’t get along during the first months we’ve spent together—he’s just as stubborn as me.“I drove here,” he said. “And I’m going to stay here—no matter what you say. I already talked to Grandpa Ferri awhile back, and he agreed to let me stay here for a couple of days.”“What? You asked him without my permission?”He smirked