✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited]
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Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorde...
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Ｓ Ù Ｔ Ｏ Ｎ (n.) twilight; the approach of death or the end of something
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The funeral was beautifully done, just as Ravenna had imagined it to be when she choose the white hydrangeas. The old women who she called nana was laying in the wooden coffin all while her sparkling eyes were shut closed forever and her glowing skin had grown dull. Her nana laid six feet under the ground, resting with the dead.
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Entering her apartment, the first thing she noticed were the dead flowers in the vase. She felt too numb that even crying felt little to no good. She was a therapist herself so she knew that the first stage of the path to recovery was denial. But, weird as it sounded she was not in a denial of any sort. Actually she knew that she had lost someone, but it felt like that she was already going through this pain before she had heard about her nana.
Her nana's words circled through her mind like a cassette. She remembered how the old women had told her to never give up on Rafael. She remembered how she had told her that loving Rafael was going to be tough as he thought love wasn't made for him. It didn't matter now. He left and it looked like he had no plan of coming back.
Then it hit her like a train. He was never going to come back to her. That was the trigger she needed to let her tears spill out her ocean blue eyes. Crumbling to the ground, she hugged her knees in hopes of being able to comfort herself in a way only he would be able to. She was there for him when he needed her the most and now that the roles had reversed she could have only hoped for the same from him.
Ravenna almost didn't hear the ringing of the bell of her front door as the only thing she could hear for her muffled cries. She finally managed to bring herself up and towards the locked door. Wiping her tears with the black material of her sleeve, Ravenna didn't even bother peeking though the hole to check who was on the other side of the door.
Her eyes instantly widened when she saw Dante standing at her doorstep. He looked fragile as his eyes similar to his older brother had grown exhausted. His clean face had grown a stubble while his face looked as if it had matured over night.
"How may I help you Mr.Rossi?" It felt unusual to say the last name of the person she had grown so accustomed to. The person she had grown so fond that she even had confessed her love.
"You need to see him Ravenna." She knew exactly who Dante was talking about without a name. Ravenna shook her head 'no'. There was no way she would be able to face him without all of the memories flowing back into her already overcrowded mind. She wasn't on board with the idea of seeing his cyan blue eyes that she had so aimlessly fallen into.
"I can't." Ravenna quickly held onto the door knob, so she could make a smooth escape by cutting off all connection from the real world. But, it wasn't easy as it should've been as Dante spoke the last sentence.
"Ravenna he's in a coma." Her body paralyzed of any movement and all she could do was replay his last sentence in her mind.
"I'm sorry Ravenna. I was in Italy when all this happen and when I came back I found my brother on a bed laying with cords all over his body. It's been almost half a month and he still hasn't made in any effort of recovering. He needs you Ravenna. He really does." She knew it was a lie of him needing her because if he did need her, he wouldn't have walked out of the door knowing she loved him.
"I don't think so Dante. I feel like you're asking the wrong person." Ravenna knew deep inside she yearned to run to Rafael, but she wasn't in a place to support anyone not even herself. She was all too broken to fix something else probably not even herself.
"He messed up. I could see it in your eyes Ravenna. But, deep down you know that he loves you more than he tends to lead on. He really does Ravenna. He wouldn't have taken out time out of his day to meet you if you didn't mean anything to him. That man hated the sight of anyone, but you managed to show him this cruel world a little bit different."
"He loved you the day he had came to you to cry." Ravenna remembered the lost man she had tended to the night he tried to tell her the truth. But, sometimes not all what we see is true.
"Yes, he did Dante. But, the problem wasn't that he didn't love me. The problem was he didn't love himself. He always displayed himself as the bad guy who managed to ruin everything good in his life. So, when he found out I loved him he did just that. He ruined us and destroyed whatever we had with each other."
"Tell me one thing Ravenna. Would you go back to him even after all this? Would you take him back if he was to come to you and beg?"
She knew the answer was clear to Dante's question. The truth was that she had always wanted the love she gave to Rafael back in return. She wanted him to be the one she could lean to when she felt down. She wanted him to be here when she was crying in the memory of her nana just as she wanted to be there for him when he needed her the most.
"Yes." She answered which came out as more of a whisper. It was more as if she was trying to convince herself that she just loved the man that much that she would give up her standards of love to meet his.
"But, I can't."
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Welcome back lovelies! I know I have been not the best on updating, but school is literally exhausting these days. This was an early chapter just for an apology for my tardiness and I was not planning on updating until my countdown ended on my Instagram page. I have deadlines on my author Instagram along with sneak peaks of upcoming chapters while you wait. My new story THE SERPENT is now out!!! While you wait for new chapters for this story you could go check that out. THE SERPENT is about the bodyguard and the wealth women. Follow my author Instagram to stay on top of the game.
