𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥: The Mafia Princess

The Queen & Her King(s)?

SOFIA
For days, Matteo would sit alone. He wouldn't talk, he wouldn't move. He barely ate. I hate seeing him like this, but whatever happened that night hurt him in a way I've never seen before. I gave him his space for a while, but then sat there with him. We wouldn't speak, move or do anything but just sit.

I'd reach for his hand as he'd rest his on mine. He didn't have to say anything to let me know he was happy I was with him.

"It was him." Matteo said clenching his teeth together. Creating a sculpted jawline.

"Who Matteo?" I replied leaning my head on his shoulder.

"It was Sebastian, Sofia. He did all of this."

Suddenly, I didn't care. I couldn't feel anything anymore. I knew what Sebastian had done and yet, I stood still. "It's all over now." I comforted. "He can't hurt us anymore, more than he already has. I love you so much." I continued.

"I love you too, more than you know."

Matteo leaned in towards me for a kiss as our eyes closed. We were almost touching lips until I pulled away aggressively. Suddenly I could feel bubbles in my stomach as I held it. My throat filling up with a burning sensation, I run towards a bathroom and knelt to a toilet.  my hair back as I puke my guts out. I couldn't get one word in as it kept spewing out of me.

"Jesus, Sofia!" Matteo says as he holds his mouth gagging. "Are you okay?"

"Just great! Why do you ask?" I said sarcastically flushing the toilet. I flop down beside it as I take a deep breath.

Matteo laughed.

"Is this funny to you?" I lightly giggled.

"Just a little bit." He smiles.

"Hmm, well I'm glad you're back to normal. Happy to help!" I joke while rinsing my mouth out with water.

Matteo laughs again.

*IPHONE RINGTONE*

"Shh shh, It's Ramone." He giggles.

"Me? Shush!?" I say shaking my head smiling.
As Matteo left the room, I look at myself in the mirror, lifting up my shirt wondering what could be...

"Yeah?" Matteo says over the phone.

*static voice*

"Matteo you should get out of America completely. Once Victoria finds out about Seb, she's going to be the least of your problems. All eyes would be pointed at either you or Sofia as easy suspects. Get out of here now, I'll take care of the rest." Ramone insisted.

"Wait..." I thought to myself while Matteo was busy. "If today is- then..." I frantically look for my phone throughout the hotel room we had been living in since the mass shooting. Matteo looks back at me like I'm crazy, then turns back around.

"Found it!" I yelled. "When was the last time I-?" I thought. "Oh fuck!" I whispered.

MATTEO

"Ramone, I can't just leave. Victoria will just have to come and get me." I said rolling my eyes.

"It's not Victoria I'm worried about. Did you not see the news? We're all in shit, we have to go now!"

"Ramone, what the fuck are you talking about? Don't tell me you didn't do what I asked of you and took care of what I told you." I whispered aggressively into the phone.

"I did what you said, I took care of it. Oh, that bitch Victoria must have followed me and tipped the cops off."

"Do you have any idea what the fuck you've just done?" I yell.

"RUN RAMONE!"

*Line disconnects*

RAMONE
"I did it okay, I led him away from finding the truth. I'm not with your bullshit anymore so do what you have to, leave me out of it from now on." I said looking to my left.

"Oh trust me, we're done here." Victoria grins
"Shoot him, love." A man says hugging her from the back.

**BANG**

MATTEO

"Sofia, we need to go again. Take what you need, we'll have to change our passports, names, licenses, everything." I say as I hang up the phone.

"Okay, where to my love?" Sofia smiles.
"Mexico."

AUTHOR
Four hours later and Sofia still felt horrible. Just the two of them on his private jet, he noticed how she'd been acting.
"Are you okay?" He'd ask. (Sofia not wanting to add potential stress of an unborn child, she lied.)
"I'm fine, why?"  She says, swallowing whatever came up.

"You've just been running to the bathroom a lot, are you sure you're okay? I think I have some medication."  Matteo comforted.
"It's the stress, I'm okay Matteo."
"I'm sorry for all of this mess, Sofia." Matteo sighed. "This is exactly what I didn't want for you."
"Don't be sorry, my love. I knew what I was getting myself into, all of this it isn't your fault."

"We have now arrived in Mexico" the plane speaker announced.

"Welcome to my home." Matteo smiled.

"Tèo?" Sofia asked.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Is this what our life is going to be like? Is this how we're going to have to live for the next couple of years? I'm probably not going to be able to travel this much, across the world just to get away from bad people." Sofia spiralled.

"I don't know, my love. For now it's just what it is. If it were up to me we'd be in Aruba, living in a beautiful villa where'd we'd grow our future."

"I think the future will be here sooner than you expect it to be." Sofia mumbled.
"What do you mean by that?" Matteo said.

"I think that I may be pregnant."
"You're funny!" Matteo laughed nervously.

Sofia eyes started to water, as she held her stomach. Her hand hugging her potential baby.
They were both silent, until Sofia became emotional. Matteo looked at her, then her stomach. He reached his hand over her belly as he looked at her and said..

"Whatever you choose to do, I will be here for you. I will always be here for you."