The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 14: label

Alessandro Prince Chavicci

She's way too adorable. She's just way too cute for her own good, for my own good. I can barely concentrate on anything else besides her. After what happened to her with Victor, Sofia is much more cautious about mostly everything, understandably. However, I know that it's held her back from living her life to the fullest. 

I know that it's prevented her from making lifelong friendships after most of her friends left her to deal with the trauma on her own. I know that she struggles with her insecurities and body image and that cannot be easy. I think she is the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, maybe in this whole universe, but she just can't see what I see. 

I see a woman who is more than capable of being strong and independent. I see a woman who doesn't have to be afraid and can be free. I see a woman who can love herself for who she is, with all of her flaws and imperfections.

It's hard for me to watch her struggle, and as much I love her finding comfort in me, I also think she needs to spread her wings just a bit. She can be cautious, I don't want her to do reckless and immature acts. I don't want her to put herself in bad situations. But I also don't want her to only be surviving, I want to thrive in the world and through her life. 

She is one of the most intelligent women I have ever come in contact with, and I know she can do anything she puts her mind to, I want her to realize that too. And I know I kill people, daily, and that's an issue. I have my own possessive, controlling, borderline obsessive tendencies. I have shit I need to work on too so I can become the man she truly deserves, but I can also see that she might need a little push.

I'm in love with her. I want her to be the best person she can be. There's nothing I want more in the world for her. If she's happy, safe, protected, and trying to be a good person...there's nothing more I can ask for. I glance down at Sofia to see her chewing nervously on her full, pink bottom lip. I clear my throat as I try to hide my growing desire for her. 

Needing a distraction from her jittery habit, I turn my attention back to my best men in front of me. Cheshire Cat grins are present on their face, and I know they caught me staring affectionately at my woman. I tilt my head with a questioning look, daring them to say anything, and that snaps their rogue lips back into place quickly enough.

"Sof, are you ready to go?"

She nods her head at me, and I then get her walking towards the car. With the five men around us, I am much more comfortable moving her to and from the building, though we won't be going out much. I just have to ask my parents why Tatuini was at their party. Why was he even in Palermo in the first place? It doesn't make any sense. 

They were the ones to send him away, and then all of sudden they invite him back? Was he even invited? It wouldn't be too surprising if he decided that he would show up to the party. But we practically have one every year. Why this one? Why now? It also wasn't too crazy that Sofia got a bad feeling from him, but what if he has nothing to do with what's going on?

I have to remember that at one point, he was my brother. He still is, but it's different now. We once spent hours together, destroying my mother's nice garden and catching caterpillars to kill in glass jars. As awful as it sounds now -- coming from a man who is hired to pretty much kill not-so-innocent people for his job -- that's what the two of us did for fun. 

I had no idea the destruction that Tatuini was causing me at such a young age. I didn't know my older brother was someone I couldn't trust nor take any advice from. I mean, yes, I believe(d) that he killed my cat when I was eight, but it wasn't something I dwelt on for long.