Marco's point of view:
I looked out of the window, only to see something I wished I wouldn't have to see: her leaving. Once she was on, she looked where I was standing, and mouthed 'goodbye' with tear filled eyes. In return, all I did was turn my back to her, and walk to my room.
2 Months Later
"Marco please eat...please, please, please!" Andrea pleaded. I let a sigh escape my mouth, "please let me work Andrea, and I know Vittoria is the one who sent you, so you can tell her to give up."
"But..."
"No buts. Go." I have to give her that she is very persistent. Out of a sudden, Antonio's voice came ringing through my office, "we got this from the Spanish Mafia, aka Queen Isabella's Mafia." I snatched the envelope out of his hands, "I know who runs the Spanish Mafia, and I told you not to mention her name again!"
"Sheesh sorry..." I heard a mumble out of his pathetic mouth, "just shut up." I shooed him away after snatching the envelope from his hand. I rubbed my temple after I had sat down in my chair, and opened the envelope only to find her writing. "I can't do this," I mumbled talking to myself. After much contradiction, I buried the letter in my 'not important' work pile hoping to never see it again.
After all my 'important' work pile was done, I looked at the clock only to sigh. 4 am. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I looked back, I found her looking down at me, "come on Marco, its late. Well should I say early." She giggled lightly making me smile at her cuteness. She held my hand in hers, and guided me across the room to the door. She hugged me, and kissed me on my neck, "I miss you." I whispered back, kissing her on her lips, "me too." Suddenly, she was nothing but a distant memory. Making me look down at my hands reached out to the air. I held my head in my hands, "ugh!" I screamed kicking the vase next to me, resulting it to break. I sat down on the floor with tears flooded in my eyes.
I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't sit down in peace. I can't do anything without her here. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her!
But, we were a losing game...and I knew that from the beginning...
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The Mafia Queen
Romance"Bella?" He called out to me, and whispered in my ear, kissing it, "do you know why I call you 'Bella'?" I shook my head, "tell me." I could feel him smiling, "beautiful- that's what is means in Italian. The name goes with your face." I blushed at h...
