𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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"Everything okay?" Rick's voice brings me back to reality and I notice that once again I have spaced out.
"She was acting strange, I'm not crazy, right? She was." I say out loud mostly to myself and looking at the door we just closed as if wanting to see through it.
"Who, Mia? What are you talking about, what happened?" He asks both worried and confused, standing in the center of the room looking between me and the door.
I stare at him wondering the same thing he is wondering right now. What happened? I know yesterday was tough, that she would probably need some time to get herself back together but the look on her face? That guilt? It was a lot different from the one I saw yesterday.
"Mia, I think something is going on with her. She is acting strange." I finally answer him.
"She saw a man bleed to death on the bathroom floor, I would be worried if she wasn't acting strange," Rick says as if this were totally normal.
"No, I know but it's not that. This is different, she- the way she spoke, the strawberries and then the se..." I stop remembering it's Rick who I'm talking to and not my brother. As close as we are I'm not going to share this stuff with him.
"Did you tell her about moving? Maybe she is just anxious or scared about leaving this house. She has been living here with you for like three months."
"I did yeah but she seemed okay with it, I don't understand."
God, this is driving me crazy. All these emotions are driving me crazy.
She is driving me crazy. And I love it and hate it at the same time.
"Carlos, I know you care about her, and I get this is worrying you but right now, you need to focus on what you could actually control. One of our men has been killed, inside this building, your building and we have no clues to follow, we are miles away from finding this fucker, you have to get out of here. Get her out of here." Rick looks directly into my eyes asking for my attention.
He is right. I know he is but there are so many things happening at the same time, Santos' killer, Mia, the business slowly dying... I don't know what to do anymore. I have lost control, I lost it a lot time ago and I had been trying to get it back but I have no fucking idea of how to do that anymore.
I wasn't meant to do this. Matteo was. He was trained for it, I stepped aside because I knew he would be the one to make something out of our family name. Something that would be worth fighting for, and he did. For a while. And I was more than okay with being the second in command, guiding him when he needed guidance and protecting him when he needed to be protected but leading? I'm not a leader, I never was and I never will be.
"Stop," Rick says suddenly, putting his hand over my shoulder to bring me back from my thoughts.
