George Galanti~•~Abigail gasped at my words. “You’re a mafia boss?”I rolled my eyes. She was probably reading too many books that romanticized the mafia. “You’ve seen me at work. I don’t have the time to rule over a bunch of dumb people who think acquiring things illegally is the fastest way to success.” I scoffed. “Violence is also their second nature. I cannot be part of that.”She cocked her head in confusion. “So you’re not a mafia boss?”“No, I’m not, Abby.”“Then?”My tongue poked the inside of my cheek. While I said I couldn’t be part of such a group, I was still affiliated with them. “You saw Enrico the other day.”“Yes…” her voice trailed off.I’d been keeping her away from that part of my life for a long long while. I never wanted her to know about Enrico, not because I didn’t trust her but because I didn’t trust him. Once she knew about him, I didn’t know what he would do to her.Our partnership had always been confidential. Charles found out about it by chance and I mad
Abigail Hayes~•~I felt bad sending George back home without following him but as I said, I needed time to sort through my thoughts. That day, when he left, I received a long text message telling me about everything in his life, including his birth parents’ names and their histories which I had no business learning about. According to him, he wanted to be very transparent with me.His effort was cute.It had only been a night without him but it wasn’t an easy one. I kept tossing and turning. I’d gotten so used to sleeping with him that sleeping alone was torture. Was this what it meant to depend on someone?I was able to get through the night though and when morning came, I decided to visit my mother. She and Olivia were the only ones I hadn’t seen after the incident. When I got to the house, I was welcomed by Olivia who engulfed me in a big long hug as she opened the door for me. I threw my arms over her shoulders and we stayed in that position until my mum came out of her room.
Abigail Hayes~•~After our lunch together, Olivia said she had plans with her friends and didn’t go back home with us.My mom asked me if I had other plans and was happy when I told her I didn’t, even if she tried to make it subtle. She loved spending time with us and as soon as I moved to the dorms for college, she made sure to call me every day.Over the years, the frequency with which she called me reduced but every time she did, she was always urging me to go home.She suddenly wanted to bake cookies when we were back home and I had a feeling she had looked up bonding activities for mother and daughter some time ago. Chuckling to myself, I nodded and started helping her with sieving the flour.As we worked, we discussed a lot of things and laughed about my childhood memories, even the ones including my father and that was when I decided to talk about what we never really talked about, but that was because of the conversation George and I had the previous day“Mom,” I called out q
George Galanti~•~It had been weeks. Abigail said she was going to call when she was ready. I had thought it would take a few days for her to be ready or at least, a week. I didn’t know I still wouldn’t be hearing from her three weeks later.She didn’t take my calls. She didn’t let me see her and I was beginning to think it was a problem other than the stuff with Enrico. Speaking of Enrico, I had to terminate our contract and he didn’t like that, but I didn’t care.Abigail wanted me to be a good person. I knew just as much as she did that I wasn’t going to automatically become a good person, but I had to try for her. I really didn’t want to lose her and it seemed like she was already slipping through my fingers.Our relationship over the months hadn’t been the best. We went from casual fucking to fighting to getting her pregnant and getting married because of her pregnancy. Even if I was happy to marry her, it didn’t change the fact that we didn’t marry under normal circumstances. T
Abigail Hayes~•~I was at a crossroads.I didn’t know whether to stay away from George or talk to him about my findings and I’d always been indecisive which was why I still hadn’t decided after three weeks of avoiding him.I didn’t know what I would say when I saw him. Logically, he had nothing to do with my father’s death. It wasn’t like his father was still his father or anything like that, but the fact that he had the blood of my father’s killer flowing in his veins unsettled me and I didn’t know what to do.Aside from the fact that I was living with Maya, I was technically in isolation. I didn’t leave the house. I merely stayed inside my room and watched shows, only coming out when I had to eat. The only time I left my house was to take my mother to the hospital.After I realized George’s biological father killed mine, my mom had asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her. I had found out something about her husband’s murder after so many years and I didn’t know whether to
Abigail Hayes~•~I wasn’t stalking Christine. I didn’t like her that much to stalk her. It just so happened that she was posting on her IG more regularly and it kept me interested because the places she posted about were also the same places George visited.Yes, I was stalking him.I still had his location after all and I wasn’t ashamed to say that whenever Christine posted about a new place, I checked his location history.He was obviously ignoring me and I didn’t know what to do. I was the one ignoring him, but now the tables were turned and I was left confused.What did that mean for us? Was he done with me? Did he get sick and tired of me? I couldn’t even blame him. If a man left me without a proper explanation for a whole month, I’d be done too.I bit down on my fingernails. I was dressed and ready to leave the house, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea. I stared at the divorce papers in my hand, wondering if I was going over the top.Our relationship was failing. He and Chr
Abigail Hayes~•~I waited for a beat. Then another. And another. He didn’t say anything.I was beginning to get anxious. He was just staring at the paper I placed in front of him, unmoving. I was curious to know what was going on in his head. Was he relieved that I was initiating divorce?“I’ve already signed it,” I spoke up when the silence was becoming deafening even if he could see that I already signed it. “You just have to sign your part and we can start the process.”I saw the outline of his tongue poking the inside of his cheek before he raised his head slowly. I almost shrank under his gaze, but I decided to stand my ground. “What is this supposed to mean?” He uttered in a dangerous tone.“I’m sure you’re familiar with what kind of paperwork it is.” I couldn’t help but bite back bitterly. In the space of six months, he’d have had two divorces. It made me wonder if he would get married again after me.Did he really mean it when he said he liked me? Or was he saying it so we co
George Galanti~•~I had a feeling Abigail was mad at me for something else but I didn’t know what and her expression confirmed it.She seemed hesitant to speak but I didn’t want her to hold back whatever she was thinking. It was better to lay all our cards so we could move forward from there.I turned us around and picked her up easily, placing her on the table. I parted her legs and stepped in between them, placing both of my arms on either side of her hips. I looked up at her to see that she was already looking at me. “Talk to me, baby. What is the matter?”She tried to look away but I didn’t let her. “How can I talk when you’re looking at me like that?”I cocked my head, making our faces closer than before. “How am I looking at you?”“Like you want to eat me or something.”I grinned. “What do you think?” I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers, smiling when she let out a sigh of satisfaction. It had been too long since we kissed. It had been too long since I held her in