She’s Mine episode 32

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️

🌹 Chapter Thirty-Two 🌹

# Semi Finale.

~Just when she thought she could forget about him, he came back into her life. Again~

R.O.M.A.N.O

Was he making the right decision?

Won’t he regret this silly action of his as time goes on?

The thought of letting her go hurts him like crazy but why does he feel defenseless?

Why does letting her go have to be the only solution to her safety?

Why does the people he love always leave him in the end?

Why?

rom-no clenched his fist tightly, his gaze never left her sleeping form.

She was the light in his darkness. His sunshine. His everything.

But does he deserve her?

He made life so unbearable for her. He caused her so much pain and suffering.

Her tears were his happiness and damn, it hurt him like hell right now!

He shouldn’t have hurt her like he did… she doesn’t deserve the pain…No, he shouldn’t have gotten involved in her perfect life in the first place. She shouldn’t have known the name rom-no… he was bad luck. A guy who doesn’t deserve anything good.

A guy who shouldn’t be happy neither should he be involved with a girl as beautiful, kind, gorgeous, wonderful as his Amore.

She deserve someone better. Someone who wouldn’t put her life at risk. Someone who will love her, cherish her, love her and protect her… he wasn’t that guy.

He pulled closer to her and gently pushed the strand of hair from her face to the back of her ear. She stirred a little but didn’t wake up.

She wouldn’t even be able to wake up _he had drugged her drink_

He pressed a gentle k-ss on her forehead and pulled away from her with a smile on his face.

He might not be with her forever but at least he was given the privilege to meet someone as good as her.

She’s the only good thing that’d ever happened to him all through his years.

“It’s a goodbye then, my Amore.”

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“Have you called him?” rom-no asked, walking into his office.

“Not yet. But do you think it’s going to be a good idea to go there alone? What if he has made ambush for you?” Sniper reasoned out, walking in,side the office as well.

rom-no leaned against the rest with his arms folded. “I know. And that’s the more reason why I decided to accept his invitation.”

“What do you intend to do, boss?” Sniper asked.

“Use his own plan against him.” He said.

“How?”

“Well…” He sighed. “I’m going to discuss about it to everyone tonight.” He informed, running his fingers through his hair. He pushed himself off the desk and rounded it to sit on the chair.

“Here.” Sniper handed him a pack of cigarettes, he knows well enough that his boss always smoke and drink whenever he was feeling frustrated or stressed out.

“Oh…”

*Why do you smoke?* Her voice echoed in his head, as he held unto the pack of cigarettes, Sniper have already excused himself and left the office, it was only rom-no in his office now.

*Excuse me?*

*You heard me, I said why do you smoke?*

*Because it keep me calm, okay!? And why do you even care!?*

*It’s dangerous to your health!*

She cared.

He remembered how she snatched his cigarette from his lip and broke it into two piece.

He stared down at the pack in his hand and slowly shook his head, dropping it away from him.

She won’t be able if she get to find out that he smoked while she was gone.

What was he even thinking? It’s not like she was going to come back to him again.

~FLASHBACK~

“Oh my child.” Victoria mother cried as soon as he brought the poor girl into the house, she was still sleeping in his arms.

“What did you do to her?” Maisy, her younger sister questioned, tears kept running down from her eyes to her cheeks.

“She will be fine.” He said as soon as he came out of the room, which he assume was either hers or Maisy.

“We haven’t paid up the debt so…” Her mother questioned in confusion.

“I guess I’ve received my payment already.” He stared back at the room, a smile was playing at the side of his lip. “Crossing her path is enough payment for the debt…in fact, it’s too much. I don’t even deserve it.” He sighed, looking away. “But i think it’s best if I disappear from her life. She will be better off without me. Tell her to forget about and move on.”

~END OF FLASHBACK~

Honestly, he wouldn’t be happy if she really forgets about him and move on.

Even if her wish was to leave him and go back to her perfect life, he still wish and hope that the moment they spent together meant something more to her. A memory she will cherish for the rest of her life just like how he cherished their moment together.

rom-no stood up to his feet and walked up to the window…he hope his face never fades away from her head.

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rom-no was scrolling through his phone when he heard the sound of a car from downstairs, he stood up to his feet and went closer to the window to see what exactly was going on out there _the fact that he was in the club wasn’t doing any good to him but rather reminding him about ‘her’

He miss her like crazy.

Her voice,

Her laugh,

Her hair,

Her frown,

Her face…

Everything…he miss everything about her. He wish he never let her go in the first place.

As soon as he approached the window and looked out from it, his eyes went wide.

What was she doing here? That was the first question that popped out of nowhere in his f-cked up head.

She was staring at the club, anger… No, were they the look of longing? He don’t know but the expression look on her face right now was different.

Then again, why was she here?

Does she want to see him and curse at him for taking her V-rginity away from her and abandoning her?

Or does she want to ask him his reasons for letting her go?

Or does she want to thank him for letting her go? He will go with the latter.

He placed his hand over the window with the thought of touching her. But he couldn’t. The window and the space in between them was enough to show him that his love for her can’t change anything.

He watch how the cab reversed and drove off, away from his club, away from him. She was gone. Gone for good. Maybe…

Maybe she will forget about him with time.

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“Well, well, well, look who we have here. Isn’t it the almighty rom-no Rodriguez? Honestly I wasn’t expecting you to accept my invitation.” Vincent said with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Me neither.” rom-no glared, stuffing his hands into his p-nts pocket. “What do you want to talk about, Dante?”

“Dante? Tsk, you sound like you are talking to my father.” He chuckled.

“Your father is dead. Obviously.”

Vincent mode immediately changed into seriousness, he slowly approached rom-no. “Your father killed him.”

“He didn’t. But I wish he did.” rom-no said coldly, be was the one smirking now.

“You are just like your father.” Vincent said angrily, balling his fist. “You aren’t here because I invited you over, Rodriguez.”

“Are we going to keep acknowledging each other with our fathers ‘ name?” He scoffed. “Bring it on, f-cker.” He growled.

“You started it.” Vincent shrugged.

“You started the war, Dante.”

“Whatever. Listen, I never liked you. Neither did my father liked your father.”

“Wait, you hate me because your father hated my father?” rom-no asked, with a raised brow.

“What else do you think, Rodriguez. This fight is meant to be generational. Your father is my father’s enemy so that make you my enemy!”

“So this fight isn’t because of I did something unfair to you but rather because of our fathers?”

“What else do you think and why are you talking like a saint?” He paused. “Is it because of her?”

“What?”

It was Vincent turn to smirk now. “You know exactly who I’m talking about, Rodriguez. Who would believe that the cold-hearted mafia’s heart will be defrost by a common girl?”

“Watch your tone, Dante.” rom-no warned, shooting daggers at him.

“Or what? You will kill me like the way your father killed my father?”

“My father didn’t kill your father!”

*You don’t hate your father.* Her words played in his head. *If you hate him just as you claimed then you wouldn’t be sure that your father didn’t kill his father.* Could she be right? * The person you hate isn’t your father but rather yourself. You hate yourself so much and that’s probably the reason why you imprinted those drawings in your body so you will keep torturing yourself even after your father’s death.* She was right.

“She’s the reason why you came, isn’t it? You are scared that i will hurt her just as I threatened in the note I sent to you.”

“What?”

“You love this girl, don’t you?”

“Why do you care, Dante?”

Vincent shook his head. “I don’t. I’m only just surprised.”

“Why did you invite me over, huh? To kill me?”

Vincent was already standing in front of him now. “For truce.”

“What?”

*Death shouldn’t be the only option, you know?* Her words played in his head again.

*Then what is?*

*Truce.*

“I want us to make peace. I was wrong about you father…he didn’t actually killed my father. My father died of heart attack.” He said.

“Wait, what?”

“I only threatened to kill her if you don’t come because I know that’s the only way I could bring you here.”

*Truce aren’t for weakling. They rather signifies strength, understanding and peace.*

Peace…

He really needs that right now because that’s the only way he could be with her with no regret or fear.

“Let’s do it.” He smiled.

She was just too good for him.

~FLASHBACK~

“Were they painful?” She find herself asking.

It took him a while to know what she was talking about. “Yes.” He responded. “Not the tattoos. The scars were.”

“What does this snow mean?” She asked pointing at it.

“It reminds me of the day my mother died. I had the season imprinted in my body so I won’t forget that day.” He answered calmly. He was playing with her hair now.

“How about this gun?”

“It signifies my new life. My fate.” He replied.

“Do you have any drawings here that signifies something good. Something better?” She asked.

“Nothing good have ever happened to me, Amore. I don’t deserve anything good. Every tattoo drawn on my body Signifies my life, my pain, everything. And nothing among them is for good.” He said.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

He was wrong.

He deserve something good. Everyone does. And maybe that’s why someone as precious and beautiful as her came into his life.

She was his new life. His new fate. And he won’t mind going to draw another tattoo to signify what he meant by that but he hope he wasn’t already too late.

# PRESENT.

V.I.C.T.O.R.I.A

“rom-no?”

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# To Be Continued…