We've decided on a girl's night out, I need to get all the shit happened, out of my head. I should be cautious.
I won't deny the butterflies Aiden gives me, but I should. He might have unwillingly murdered my parents, but I can't help but stay close to him. I'm in need of some love, the family I have left are lovely.
Although I miss my parent's hugs and advice. I'm getting married in 5 days. I had always wished, since I was a little girl for my dad to walk me down the aisle. But I guess dreams and wishes do not always become true. We just have to face reality, real life.
When I was a child, I had always wanted to accompany my mother to her business trips or meetings. I wanted to be her. I wanted to look as beautiful as she was. I had always hoped for a husband like hers, for a father like mine for my own child, if I ever had one. Or if I will.
I idolized my parents relationship. I looked up to them. I wished to be them. Now, all I hope for, is a moment with them, if it means to die and end this torture, then so be it.
I loved Aiden from the bottom of my heart. I had always put him first, even as a 7 year old. When my parents wanted to have a family night out or anything, I always picked to be playing with Aiden. I put him first.
I was so naive to think he was the perfect person for me. He lied to me, sabotaged our friendship, all because of the trust I held towards him.
The first time we ever met was in kindergarten. He was new and by that time, I was best friends with Natasha. Not even knowing we were related. We were sitting in the playground with all the other children playing on slides, swings and whatsoever.
He, unlikely, was sitting all by himself on the grass playing with toy cars. I felt pity for him. He didn't have any friends. I dragged Natasha and went straight to him.
I wanted to be friends. I did not want him to miss out on the best experiences. He smiled, we sat together, the three of us. We laughed, cried, smiled, yelled, with each other.
We found it very difficult to leave each other's lives. We were so close. Until that deceiving night, at the 7th grade dance. It changed everything. For me, for them, for us.
Now, all I can think about, is the time I have wasted with my parents, I rarely hung out with them back then.
All I would do now, is pray for a moment with them.
"Hey Brooke" Angelo says smiling. "Are you okay?" he asks worriedly. I smile. "I'm completely fine" I say as a tear slips down my cheek.
He immediately ran for a hug. I hugged him back, I need it. I cry into his hoodie. He strokes my back as he tries to calm me down. "You're not okay. What's going on?" he states.
"I was just thinking of how many times I had rejected my parents presence for a better friendship, I wish I could take it all back for a minute with them" I say in a shaky exhale.
He sighs and kisses my cheek.
Brotherly love.
He leaves the room. I wore the hottest thing I own in their house.
I put some perfume on and fix my makeup before leaving my room.
I hope I get my mind off everything. I really don't want to cry if I get drunk. My drunk actions depend on my mood. If I'm mad, I become angry when I'm drunk. If I'm sad, well you get the idea.
So I'm really hoping I don't ruin this night.
I walk down the stairs, seeing them all waiting for me. The guys sitting on the couch on their phones, Nat and Marcy casually taking pictures. I roll my eyes before all eyes are on me. There are specific eyes staring at me, Aiden's.
He immediately gets up. When I'm finally at the last step of the stairs, he grabs me by my waist and pulls me to him. "Amore, you're not making this easy" he sighs. I raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" I ask, confusion filling my thoughts.
"You're outfit, it's, beautiful, but I guarantee you that alot of guys will be gawking at you, and you're going to be my wife in less than a week, it would be suspicious if you were goofing around with other guys, won't it now?" he smirks lowly.
"Don't worry, darling. I won't be seen around other guys." I say sarcastically.
His hand tightens on my hip making me squirm under his touch. I squint my eyes and I shut my mouth. I feel him smirk as he let's go of me.
I walk towards the girls. "Are you ready?" they squeal. "Yeah" I smile. "I'll have guards there to protect you, so don't fool around with anyone." I hear Aiden speak from behind me.
The girls frown as they sign for me to act.
I turn to face him. "Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow. "What? You didn't think I'd have you protected on a night at a club?" He scoffs.
"We'll be perfectly fine on our own, we don't need supervision, we aren't 7th graders" I scoff back. He frowns. "There will be guards with you and that's final" he says before he walks away to answer a phone call.
I groan. I turn back to the girls.
I roll my eyes when they run to the car.
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We arrive to the club, I park and we get out. There were security guards outside, we approach them.
"ID, please" he says nicely. I smile before we show him our IDs.
We get in and we immediately go to the bar. "Scotch, low on ice" I smile. The bartender smiles as he nods.
"We're going to dance" Marcy and Nat say before they latch onto the dance floor. "Here's your drink ma'am" the bartender says nicely. I smile before chugging the drink down. I have a feeling this'll be a fun night.
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I'm walking towards my office right now, the girls just left and Rafael called me saying there's something important I need to know.
I open the door to my office. Rafael is seated on the couch. I sit on my chair and put one foot over the other.
"So what's up?" I ask. "It's about the plane crash" he says. I immediately thought of Brooke.
"What's wrong with it?" I ask, full of hope. Hoping he says that her parents are still alive. "We bombed the assassin's actual private jet, it wasn't an airplane." Weren't they undercover?" I ask, confusedly.
"They were, but apparently, the plane was, they weren't" he explaines. I get off of my chair as I take a seat next to him with anticipation.
"Doesn't that mean that Brooke's parents are still alive? Even possibly still in another country." I state.
"Most probably yeah" he nods. I latch my hands into my hair. All this time. She was mad at me for absolutely nothing. All these 5 years for nothing.
My phone rings, seeing its one of my most trusted guards, who I also assigned to keep an eye on Brooke. There must be something wrong, I swear if she's hurt.
I immediately pick up. "What's wrong!?" I snap. "Boss, the bartender is touching the girl, she doesn't look comfortable, I'm trying to get him off her but he's not budging" he says. My teeth clench. "Pull out your gun" I demand. "But boss, if I do-" I cut him off. "-I don't fucking care if it's against the rules, it's my club, do what you're told!" I exclaim. "Okay boss" he answers me politely. I hang up before telling Rafael to come with me.
We drive to my club and we enter.
I see my most trusted guard teasing the bartender with the gun. The music is off, all the people are scared for there lives sitting in the corners of my club. I walk towards them, all eyes on me.
My guard moves away as I see Rafael going to Marceline. I approach Daniel, the douchebag bartender as I grab him by the collar and I punch him in the nose, hearing a crack indicating that his nose is broken. Everyone gasps as the sound of my punches echo through the room.
Brooke is wasted and unconscious. Her hair is messed up, her makeup is smudged, her clothes look like they've been touched, or at least wanted to be off her, her heels are off. She's on the bar stool, her head tilted backwards, her arms at her sides and her legs dangling down.
I look at her then at the asshole who touched my wife. I throw another punch at him. He falls to the floor all bloody. "What the fuck!?" he says. "Don't you dare touch my wife again you little shit" I demand.
The crowd gasps. "Yes, she's my wife" I admit. "Take him away" I tell the guards before they do so. I carry Brooke bridal style before her head tilts backwards and her arms dangle.
I walk towards the door and my guards behind me as we leave the club. I gently place Brooke's delectable little body in the passenger seat before I get into the driver's seat, Rafael, Marceline, and Natasha sit in the backseats. I tell them to stay in the car.
I walk to the back alley, where they took the bartender. I punch him constantly, my guards behind me watching. I sign one of my guards to drench him with fuel. "Hand me the lighter" I grit. He gives me a lighter and the bartender looks at me with fear. "p-please, no" he cries. I smirk. "You touched my wife, you get to pay for it" I clench my teeth before setting him on fire. My lighter, lighting the guy up. He screams and cries before a matter of time, he's dead, burned, all over and done. I walk back the car.
My guards get into different cars and follow behind me as I drive home.
*****
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I wake up finding myself in Aiden's bed, I turn to my side to see him sleeping next to me, I didn't even notice his arm around my waist that's pulling me towards him. His head is in the crook of my neck.
I'm very comfortable, I do not want to awake him. So I close my eyes.
******
I wake up due to a huge ruckus downstairs. I sit in Aiden's bed, looking to my side, not seeing him near me. His hand is not on my waist and he's not resting his head in the crook of my neck. I get off the bed and I open the door.
"You asshole!" I hear Aiden shout. My eyes widen when I see the silhouette of my uncle on the floor. I gasp and I'm now terrified. I rush downstairs to my uncle. "What the hell are you doing!?" I snap at Aiden.
"Your uncle is a fucking monster, he lied to you for 5 and a half years!" he yells. I look at uncle David then at Aiden. "What are you blabbering about!?" I question with confusion.
"Brooke, your parents are alive, I did not kill them" he says soothingly. My eyes widen and my face rests.
"Where are they!?" I ask worriedly. "Ask your uncle" Aiden answers.
I look at uncle David, his nose is bleeding and he looks so mad. I back away from him. "Uncle David, what did you do" I ask.
"Admit it you fucking asshole" Aiden snaps before he throws another punch that makes Uncle David go unconscious.
"How are they alive?! Are they okay!?" I exclaim.
"We didn't bomb the plane your parents were in, they might have not even flew yet, we bombed the correct plane, you hated me and called me a killer, you pushed me away, for no reason at all" he says in a way that makes my heart melt. I hurt him for nothing.
Natasha walks in seeing her bloody unconscious father on the floor. "What did you do!?" she screams.
"Your father is a monster" Aiden yells.
*****
It's been an hour since the whole parents alive thing. We explained why we think he staged the death of my parents when they are still alive.
She's now crying in my chest, hating her own father. I can't believe him. He lied to me for 5 years.
"Brooke?" Aiden snaps me put of my thoughts. "He's awake" he says gently before placing his hand on my thigh. I nod and smile before me and Nat get up and follow Aiden to the cell.
We open the door to see Rafael continuously punching my uncle. He steps back and allows us to see him.
"Explain" I grit my teeth. "Brooke, sweetie-" I cut him off. "-Don't call me or Nat that, fuck you, how could you do this" I say, a tear slowly slipping down my cheek.
"Explain or I'll kill you with my bare hands" I threaten.
"Okay fine, your parents are alive and well, they're on their way from the business trip, I staged everything, I payed one of the airport staff to call you and tell you that they're dead, and that Aiden bombed the plane, i wanted you to hate him so I could take advantage, I wanted you on my team, because I knew how valuable you are to him. I am although your uncle indeed" he blurts with tears.
Tears slipping down my face, "How could you?" I cry.
"How were they not able to call me?" I ask. "I made one of my most talented hackers to hack your phone, they were texting you but I was responding, so I did not make it suspicious, I'm so sorry" he cries.
"There's also one more thing" he cries. "I know I'll be dead so I'll just say it, your father is the real American Mafia Don, I was faking it all along" He admits. I slap him hard in the face.
Natasha slaps him again. "I'm sorry daughter, I hope you have a happy life living with them." He sniffs.
I grab my gun from my holster. I aim it at him. Natasha brings out her gun and aims it at her father. And Aiden follows. All three of us, standing in front of him. Our guns pointed at his forehead.
" I love you girls " was the last thing he said before all three of us press the trigger at the same time.
Three bullets pierce his forehead, sending blood pooling out.
"He forgot one thing" Natasha grits.
We both look at her. "Aiden, your mother is alive" she says.
I look at him and tears slip down my cheeks. I hug him from the neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. He's shocked, down to the core.
.....TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Word count: 2567
Long Chapter!! I hope you liked it. Vote and comment for more, also it's a cliffhanger. Sorry.
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