A Love Restored

I’m hurt.

And I’m angry at myself.

Don had warned me. I should have listened. I shouldn’t have been a banchead, all mad in love with fullian, looking past everything, living in ignorance. This was bound to happen. Julian was never mine to begin with. He’s the Capo Bastone. And I’m just the daughter of a lowly ex–soldier.

It’s not fair, you know, on Don’s part. He married someone who wasn’t even part of the mafia,

1. a. And Consigliere married a fucking Russian. It’s not fair them to force Julian into an arranged marriage. But it’s just the way of the mafia life. You do not live for yourself, you live for the family.

For

I shouldn’t just be mad at myself, though, Julian could have told me. He kept me in the dark, it doesn’t matter that I already had a hunch. He gave me the false hope of a future with him. I feel used and betrayed. I’m good enough to be his girlfriend, good enough for him to fuck, but not good enough to marry him? Oh no, for that he would want a rich girl with a rich father. It didn’t matter if she was literally a child

The necklace he gave me is weighing down on my neck. It feels so heavy, as if it will drag me down with it, bury me in marsh. Dirt. I feel unclean. I take it off as I walk out of the building, throwing it to the side, I don’t care what happens to it now. It was never mine to have. This symbol now belongs to Nua.

I don’t know what to do, where to go. Now in hindsight, it is like everyone knew. Remi Ajax, And that woman who was with him. And Consigliere. I feel humiliated. Everyone was watching me run around him like a love–sick puppy when they knew he was going to marry someone else.

I take the short road to work, my eyes brimming with tears. I walk inside the tattoo parlor and burst into sobs. Gabriel looks up at me from his phone, his eyes wide.

“Ginny?” He

runs to me. “W

“What happened?”

Gabriel wraps his arms around me, and I break down, all snot and tears and gasping for breath. He rubs my back in circles. Tell me.” He urges.

I shake my head, my nose rubbing in his chest. I like this. It’s like before, when he would hold me after I fell off a swing, or when someone called me ugly in school, My big brother.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Did Capo Bastone do something?”

“He,” I hiccup, “He’s getting married to someone else.”

Gabriel curses under his breath. “What? That fucking bastard. I’ll fucking kill him.”

“And the worst part is that…” I sob, “That everyone knew. Emilio, and Julio, and Remi – I bite my lip. If I tell him Remi Ajax knew, their relationship will be destroyed.

They love each other so much, I can’t do this to them.

“Remi?” Gabriel questions. “He knew?”

“No, no. I tell him. “He didn’t. It just slipped out of my mouth.”

Gabriel holds me for a while, Fran feel his warm breath on my head. “I hate him, Gabriel”

“I know, baby. What can I do? Should I call Nico? Would you like a drink?”

I nod readily, and he grabs a Dr Pepper out of the mini fridge.

“I thought you meant alcohol.”

He chuckles and pats my head condescendingly. “You’re too little for that.”

I scowl. Im 22.”

You’re still a new born baby to me, okay?” He says. I roll my eyes.

Chapter 150

“Why don’t you take a break from work?” He

e suggests as I drink my soda

one go, then burp loudly.

da in ond

“Nope, I’ll need this distraction.” I tell him. “When’s the next customer coming in?”

“There’s an appointment at 5. You could do that.”

I check the time on my phone. It’s 4 30. I nod. Sounds good. I like working. Doing tattoos is fun. I watch a K drama on my phone to distract myself, around 5 a young boy comes in, and 1 do his tattoo. He wants a dragon on his arm. That’s a very common design. I’ve done plenty of those before.

up from my house, so I

He leaves around 7, and I pass some more time around the shop before leaving around nine. Nico texted me that he’d pick me up decide to walk there.

Soon as I leave I hear a car honking. I turn around and for sure, there’s Julio. He yells at me to get in the car. I hate the sight of him so much in the moment, I want to throw something at him. He knew, too. I thought we were friends. If not friends, I thought he would have the basic human decency to tell me. That’s the least he could have done.

“I don’t need a bodyguard anymore.” I yell back. I’m not Capo Bastone’s mistress anymore.”

“I don’t care for your drama, let me do my fucking job and drop you home. I have a hot daddy waiting for me at home.”

Well, that’s Julio.

I start walking, ignoring him. He drives alongside me, yelling, “Do you want me to die? I’m too young. And did I mention the hot daddy?”

*Stop making a scene,

Julio?” I snap “I’m fine. Why don’t you go to Nua Lebhozi, traitor? Bet shell bake you some cookies too.”

“If it’s any consolation, Capo Bastone said they were undercooked.”

I smile smugly, then feel bad instantly. Poor Nun, this isn’t her fault, she doesn’t deserve my hate. In fact, she has been wronged too. Maybe the two of us could pull a John Tucker Must Die on Julian.

“Get in!” Julio yells–whispers.

Ugh. I want to scream. Exasperated, I get into the car and let him drive me home. Julio wants to talk, but I’m mad at him, so I play some music. As soon as he stops, I run away. Honestly, I want to do something fun. Something that would hurt Julian. Something that would blow his fucking mind. And I have just the best idea.

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