LOGIN"You know, I'm getting real tired of having to chase your ass around!" Blaze huffed as he caught his sister's thin wrist, forcing her to a stop for all of a second. "Could you please just slow down? Talk to me? Maybe explain why the hell you-" "No!" She was quick to shoot him down and snatch her wrist away, stumbling back a step from the force. Still, she doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't even look at him as she turned to storm away. "I'm done trying to explain myself! I'm done trying to play nice, okay? I'm going home!" He couldn't help but scoff, the sound coming out half-amused, half-disbelieving as he echoed the words back to her quietly, repeating them with a question. "Play nice? When have you ever done that?" Trailing slowly behind her.His words - the teasing lilt to them, like he knew her better than that, and knew she'd never do such a thing - knew she barely knew what nice was - pulled a tattered groan from her throat, the woman stopping in her tracks to throw her
The bar was buzzing with tension, the air turning heavy, thick, filled with cigarette smoke and every unsaid word, thought, and feeling they couldn't be bothered to share - they didn't know how, didn't know what to do or say or how to explain, where to even begin, so they didn't. They didn't speak, didn't dare to try, and let the silence eat them alive. After everything, it didn't seem worth it to fight. Not anymore. Not when it was obvious where their parents stood, and who they stood with...Defeated, Blaze sighed, letting his eyes close and his head fall back against the couch, eyes slipping shut with the rough, almost pained, sound. "Fuck," he breathed, shifting around on the leather with another deep sigh, one hand squeezing at his drididn'tas some kind of lifeline, the other tapping away the ash off a cigarette he continued to nurse. Anything to drown his sorrows. Livi watched him closely, perched nearby his right side, an ashtray sitting between them and keeping her away. She
The silence was loud, deafening, terrifying, and it threatened to send Liviana down a deep, dark spiral if someone didn't start speaking soon. Besides, wasn't that the point? Isn't that why she came? She could've sworn it was... But looking around the room at people's faces, all dark and gloomy, she began to doubt herself. This looked like a room full of enemies rather than family. As if to prove her right, Leona pipes up - the first to speak in minutes, voice shaky as she asked, "So, what are we waiting for exactly? What is this about?" Across the room, Elara scoffed. "You know very well what this is about!" Quirking a brow, Leo wondered, "Do I?" Shrugging after a moment's worth of thought, declaring, "I really don't think I do..." Blaze huffed a laugh, bitter and unamused, the sound rumbling in his chest and startling Liviana off of It - the raven lifting her head to watch his face. "Then why the hell did you ask us here?" He questioned, turning his sister's way. Livi hummed,
The walk through the manor was long and painful, tedious in the way each step felt heavier, harder, more final than the last. Honestly, Livi felt like she was walking herself off a cliff, diving into something she couldn't come back from, and it was dreadful; every step closer felt like a push, a plea, a sentence, and she couldn't help but question everything. What if this was a trap, just like she thought? What if they were upset? Hateful? Vengeful? What if they'd heard the rumors? The stories she and Blaze had fueled lately - the ones about bar crawls and brawls, family problems, marital problems, and worst of all, abuse. All those reckless little moments that Blaze swore he would fix - the ones he said he would take care of before they could become a problem, promising that he could fix it, that his family would protect them, but alas, here they were. Baited, trapped, treated like prey as his parents played them both for fools. And there wasn't a damn thing they could do about it.
Arriving at the Castelli estate was nerve-wracking - damn near terrifying, if she were being honest- and Liviana didn't know what to do with herself. She sat quietly, hands twisted in her lap and her lip trapped between her teeth, eyes wide as she stared up at the house before them, as large and intimidating as ever. She hated to think what - or who - could be waiting for them inside, what kind of trouble they'd be in for once they walked through the doors. "What if this is just a trap?" She murmured, turning to Blaze with her big, sad eyes, all panicked and wide and searching for comfort, reassurance, anything. "What if they're still upset about the last time we were here?" "I'm sure it's fine," he uttered, dismissive yet promising, landing a hand on her knee and giving it a short squeeze. "They wouldn't have wanted us here if it wasn't. And besides, even if they were, we'll have to hash it out sooner or later, no?" She barely bit back a scoff when she asked, "And we have to do t
The hotel room was lovely. It was safe, comfortable, accommodating, and most importantly, a well-kept secret. No one could reach them. Nobody knew where they were or what they were doing, and Liviana loved it. For the first time in a long time, she felt free. At ease. And she only had her husband to thank for it. Blaze has spent the day doting on her, watching her every move closely and attending to her every want and need, jumping whenever she said to and merely asking how high and what else he could do. Anything for you, he'd said again and again—anything to help.Anything to make life a little easier, even if it meant risking his. Even if it cost him his family - their love and affection and the benefits that came with being one of the great Castelli's, all the things they've worked so hard for...It was his life's work, and he was willing to give it all up for her at the drop of a dime; all she had to do was say the word. And the moment she did, everything changed. He'd made sure
"I can't do it Livi. I have to go ⏤ I have to run." "No, you can't!" "I do." Emilia says, cupping her little sister's cheek, a sad smile gracing her lips. "And I need you to let me." "But what about me? A- And Tino?" Liviana stutters out excuses, trying to find a reason for her sister to stay. "
Time. It was a funny thing. Confusing and scary, dreadful. For some, it was much more positive than that. They found hope in time. "Time heals all wounds." They looked forward to the next day ⏤ the next week ⏤ month ⏤ year, and so on. They anticipated getting older and the change that time wou
Liviana didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know what to say, where to sit or where to look - didn't even know where to put her own hands.Her head was empty, mind blank, wiped clean by the anxiety that leaves her with nothing but that sinking feeling in her gut.She tries to ignore it.
Dinner ended soon after that, when Elara brought up the possibility of Liviana becoming the next mafia queen.Conversation died down and as soon as their dishes were empty, everyone rushed off in desperation of getting away from the tension that just kept getting thicker with each passing second, s







