Mafia princess

Chapter 60: Reckless begginings

"I only want you." I bluntly reply but those words meant everything to the both of us.

"You've had me since the day you almost fought that Jessica bitch at the restaurant." He jokes trying to shed some light on our darkness.

He sees me chuckle yet immediately revert back to my depressed exterior.
"Let's just get through tonight love, don't worry about the future, we'll be ready when it comes." He lifts me into his arms and places me on the bed, my head resting on him as I felt sleep overtake my eyes.
I don't fight it, instead use it as an escape from my reality.

Dominico's POV:

I was angry.
Fuck. I was so angry.

Not at Sienna, I was angry at the world, I was angry at myself but most of all I was angry at the people who did this too her.

I could say 'angry' hundreds of times but the true emotions that went on in my head would be to gruesome to express, yet I felt excitement knowing I will portray those emotions onto those fucking Russians not far from now.

I had to keep it together though. She had been silently hurting for so long, if I lost it then and there that would have been selfish of me.
I can't take this moment for her to finally grieve away. I can hurt when my girl is ok.

However long that may take.

I watched her as she fell into unconsciousness, she had her grip on her stomach and I placed my hands ontop of hers, comforting the nightmares I knew would come to her.

Also trying to get a single glimpse of what used to be there. My blood. My family.
What could have been ours and no one could have took that title away from me.

After a while, when I was certain that she was at peace, well as close as could be. I removed my grip from hers and placed my head into my hands, rubbing my temple thoroughly as I exit her (well my)room in remorse and regret.

I need a fucking drink.

...

When I said 'a fucking drink', i meant a dozen fucking drinks.
The trashed room, tarnished furniture and potent scent of alcohol made that evident.

"Me, a dad." I spoke towards myself, taking another sip of liquor.

"I can't even protect my own girl from pricks like them." I carry on throwing despicable shots at myself.

Me and booze? They don't mix well, but hey I needed something to get me through the night and what better than to pretend everything isn't so fucked up by drowning myself in poison.

"What the fuck kind of dad would I make." My tone grows louder the more I ramble on.

The complex emotions get to my brain as a fit of rage gushes through me "My fucking child." I yell shattering the bottle against a painting in my office.

Not acknowledging the time nor giving a fuck that it was 2am, I don't make any attempt to quieten my actions. Instead they only get louder.

I trash the room, disintegrating the antique first edition books, denting the furniture beyond imaginable and destroying everything in my reach. Ironic huh?

I click the chamber of my gun and hold it to my head, feeding off the adrenaline that it gives me.

I chuckle sadistically and thought how fucking psychotic I must look to the outside world right now.
But I needed to feel alive since everything around me connotes death.

"Dom move that shit from your head before I shoot you myself." Stefano's worn out self startles me from behind.

"Stefano, big guy, father of the fucking century...tell me, on a scale of one too one how good of a father do you think I would be." I spin around on my chair coming face to face with him.