The Heart Of Their Puzzle

Chapter 64

A/N: Excuse my Italian. I used google translate.
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I couldn't breath.

I was frozen on the spot. I couldn't hear or see anyone. Not my brothers, not my Dad or Grandpa, not my uncles or aunts.

My heart raced, trying to break out of my ribs and my breath... It was just caught in my throat.

It was silent and I could just hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

Zack was in the same condition, from the looks of it. Whatever it was, I didn't want this to end.

I gaped at him, from head to toe.

He looked so pretty. His three piece was fitted perfectly, making the changes on his body known. I've never seen him in a proper suit before. Even at the party.

And here I thought he was a skinny gorilla, but turns out he has a pretty good built.

God! I may faint.

I don't know if I'm overreacting or actually feeling like this. But I'll say, he took my breath away. Maybe this is what it's meant to be. Not being able to breath after seeing someone good-looking. That's where the 'took my breath away' works.

I started my journey from downwards again, looking at him, from his shoes to his suit coat and tie. My gaze stopped on his lips, that were slightly open, then my gaze stopped at his eyes, just as he looked up from what I'd guess, was my lips.

Truck. We were both intoxicated.

We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. He seemed to snap out of it, as he suddenly blinked, closed his mouth, gulped and shook his head. He looked back at me and smiled. A bright smile.

"Do you wanna kill me?" Zack asked, as soon as he reached me.

"Do you wanna know the answer to that?" I asked, in a challenge tone. Of course, I want to kill him, then date an actual human.

"Nah. I'm not interested in getting my heart broken." He said, with fake sadness in his voice.

"Whatever, trucker." I rolled my eyes.

Before any of us could say anything, someone said in the microphone.

"Benvenuti a tutti, ancora una volta a questo ballo. Siamo qui riuniti per goderci e celebrare il successo che abbiamo raggiunto."
(Welcome everyone, to this ball yet again. We're gathered here to enjoy and celebrate the success we have achieved.)

I tuned the old man out, stealing a glance at my dear gor- excuse me- husband, who had his eyebrows furrowed, face scrunched up, eyes narrowed a little and a small pout on his face.

A freaking baby! The first ugly baby I've ever seen.

Zack turned his head a little, probably sensing me staring like a creep. I turned my head back to the old man again, at the speed of light.

Hello and welcome to 'listen to the old man blabbering, although you don't want to'. Let's tune in again everyone.

"...L'ho addestrato per dieci anni e l'ho cresciuto io stesso. In questa occasione vorrei presentarlo come il prossimo capo della mafia siciliana. Salvatore Bianchi!"
(...Trained him for ten years and raised him myself. On this occasion, I would like to introduce him as the next leader of the Sicilian mafia. Salvatore Bianchi!)

All I understood was Mafia and Salvatore Bianchi.

And just as he said what he said after I tuned in, everyone inhaled sharply. All other noises stopped. The tinkling of expensive cutlery, the little mumbling and passing rude comments about the old man, by my cousins.