Addicted

Chapter 33

Giovanni Liotti

I wiped the sweat off my forehead with a towel, after dropping weights. I sat up right, and felt the tension on my chest after lifting enough weight to kill someone. I looked down to my watch, and saw it was still six in the morning.

It had been a whole week since I last saw Marina, and since she walked inside of that institution. Today was finally the day I could make my first visit. I received the permit to visit her last night, as we were not married, I needed a permit. She had to authorize me to do so. I tried to get some updates of her, but they said they couldn't give any.

I also couldn't visit before because of the adaptation period.

I continued with my training, trying to do something with myself. When I finished, I walked out of the gym, and walked to the elevator. I stepped out of it, and walked to my apartment.

I rented this apartment the night before the day Marina was admitted to the hospital, because I wanted to be as close as possible to her for various reasons, but the main reason was because I wanted to know she was safe, and if I needed to protect her, I would be close.

Angelo wasn't here, but he had come twice already here. He had told me he wanted to make sure she was alright. And also if I was alright, knowing in the situation we are. He asked if he could tag along during one of the visits, but after I told him what I had to do during this whole week, he told me he could wait for me to see her first, and then ask. But he also told me that he wanted to be more intimate the first time seeing each other there.

I walked to the bathroom, and took a long, warm shower, calming my physical tenseness, but also calming my nerves to see Marina.

During that past week I hadn't had a dream that wasn't about her. Her beautiful smile. They were more like memories of our times together. I woke up one night because I thought I had a heart attack after I dreamt about her smiling, but it was just excitement of the thought of her smiling like that again.

When I walked out of the shower, trimmed my beard, and cleaned it as well, wanting to make myself as presentable as I could. I wanted her to see that her being there only could make things better and easier on her, and the ones who love her - like myself. Well, to be frank, I did more than love her, that word could never describe how much I would sacrifice for her.

I walked out of the bathroom, and walked to the semi organized closet, and took out some clothes. I didn't really know if to go more formal, or to go more for a day-to-day style.

I decided to go for a mix of both, taking a pair of black dress trousers, and a short sleeve black shirt. I put everything on, leaving a few buttons undone on the shirt, leaving to display my chains, and tattoos. I put on my nike's and the rest of the jewelry and put on my contact lenses. I took my sunglasses, and the rest of my stuff. I sprayed the cologne, and walked out of the house, but I had to go back, remembering they were going to be searching e for any weapons. When I left my gun in the house, I walked to my black Aston Martin DBX 707, and drove to the hospital, trying to calm myself down.

When I arrived, I checked the time on the car clock, and saw that I was an hour early. Seeing that, I went to buy some food for the apartment, and in the meantime, I answered some calls from people back home.

While I drove back, I saw a call entering. Nonna. I picked it up. "Buongiorno, Nonna." I answered happily, as it had been a long time since I last saw her.

"When were you going to tell me you had a girlfriend, stronzo?" She asked madly. I got so caught up with everything that happened during these past months I forgot - I didn't have the time for - to tell my grandparents that I was with Marina.