My Mafia Heart
“Dammit, Giovanni!” I hiss to myself. He’s so infuriating… He’s gone and left me again. All I have is this stupid text from him.
“Ciao amore, mi dispiace, devo andare fuori citta. Tornero presto.”
I quickly text him back “English please!”
“Sorry baby, I have to go out of town… there are some pressing matters that need to be handled. I’ll miss you.”
“Fine go! See if I care” I wrote back, but the truth is I did care. I cared a lot.