Deep Desires: Miss Mafia

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Salvatore

Alex's POV

A few days has passed since meeting Elijah. I thought about him from time to time which was ridiculous but now, it's that time of the year were I felt like s**t.

It's past midnight on a Wednesday. My birthday is in two days so on Friday, but I don't really like celebrating... well not anymore.

Four years ago, my mother and a few other business men and women had a meeting in a pretty famous & big hotel in Italy. Around 5 o'clock my father got a threatening message saying something about a her. So my father's first thought was my mother.

She meant the world to him, and he meant the world to her.

He hurried to that hotel and tried contacting her but her phone was off.

When he arrived to the place it was already in flames. They found bodies but they were so damaged that no one could identify them...

Ever since my father has been looking for revenge. But he had no where to start. He is the leader of the biggest American/Italian mafia so he had a lot of enemies. And the text he got couldn't be traced.

The phone the message had been sent from was bought for only that purpose and got destroyed directly after.

Ever since that day we had to take security pretty much wherever we went. I'm not talking about one bodyguard kind of security, I'm talking about people-hiding-that-you-would-never-notice-unless-you-were-in-danger-security. Top class security.

We didn't really like it that much but father forced us, and at the end of the day who can really blame him? He lost his world that day, pretty most everything he cared about.

They were crazy about each other, even when they grew older. But he lost her. Now he's scared of losing what he has left and what reminded him the most of her... he is scared of losing us.

We tried convincing him a million times that we didn't need that much security, it was already too much with people recognizing us wherever we went. Now the paparazzi did too. He did agree, but again, they were still here. We just couldn't really see them..

Ever since my mothers death I didn't celebrate my birthday, but every year people tried to convince me and my brother to do something. Instead we would either bury ourselves in work or act like it's another usual day. At the end of the day if you actually think about it, it wasn't anything special. Time is a concept that we came up with, the date doesn't actually exist.. the calendar does. So why give it all this power?

But this year I knew that they wouldn't let it just slide like every year. Even father started getting on our backs when we called him, saying we should live our life and not let the past stop us. Which is quite ironic actually since he wouldn't take that advice for himself.

I have been sitting in bed all night and not able to sleep. The sun was going up in less than an hour so I decided to visit mother.

Even though we didn't find her body she still had a tombstone to honor her.

I changed into some sweatpants and a light grey shirt, took my car keys and tucked my gun under my clothes before walking out. I stopped on the way for some coffee and found a way to hide my gun under these clothes. I don't think I'm gonna need it, but it does have a tracker implanted in it incase of an emergency, so our people could track me down.

When I reached the cemetery it was already light outside, but at least it was empty.

I walked until I arrived at her grave and sat in front of it.

"Hello mother" I said taking a deep breath, placing down my stuff on the ground.

"I don't know if you even can hear me right now but I really needed to come here, pour my heart out and talk to you" I said taking a sip of coffee.

"I have been as usual, working 24/7 trying to make dad proud... and take revenge for you being taken away from us" I said ripping some grass out of the ground.

"I miss you, I miss talking to you, laughing with you. I miss singing with you. I never thought I would say this but I miss having you yell at me. I still remember when you would shout at me for training instead of studying. I now get why it pissed you off so much.. a bit too late tho" I said taking another sip deciding on what I should talk about next.

"Alessandro is being Alessandro. Nothing new there. Works and haves fun too, but mostly fun" I said not knowing if there was much more to add.

"Dad... I don't know that much about dad. He misses you ,even though we barely have time to talk I can tell that he isn't the same man you left. He works all the time as if he is trying to forget or keep himself busy. siamo veramente imparentati" I chuckled

(we truly are related)

"I wish you could be here with me, see how much I and Alessandro have grown. How we are handling the business and T.S.. Wish you could be here for our 21st birthday" I said taking a deep breath trying not to let the tears out.

"You know I never thought I would say this but your daughter is actually starting to live again. I have met this guys, he is an asshole but a good looking asshole. But he probably is like J.., well everyone is. Anyways I gotta head back before Cami wakes up and starts freaking out, it's almost an hour drive to my new house from here. Yeah by the way I bought my own house and I live there with Camila. I couldn't survive with Alessandro and his chicks every night. You wouldn't wanna hear it. Ti voglio bene mamma, ciao"

(I love you mother, bye)

•••

Tonight marks my fathers 4th year death anniversary, I usually always go to the cemetery early in the morning when no one is there so I could talk to him alone.

I took my car keys, phone, a whisky and my gun and started the drive to where he was supposedly resting.

4 years ago from today my father was at a meeting in Italy with other business people. I didn't really care at that time.. well not until we got the news that the building they were in was on fire.

When we arrived there it was still burning. I remember seeing kids crying and people worried about their families.

But all of us where disappointed.

No one survived that night.

Which is very odd if you ask me that a simple fire burnt down a whole hotel with no survivors. Not only that but the bodies found were too damaged to get identified. That couldn't have been done by a "simple fire".

I just don't have anywhere to start, and no one seems to either.

When I reached the cemetery the sun was just starting to show. I liked to go early and alone so I wouldn't have to deal with anybody. I found fathers grave and sat there.

"Hello old man, how is the afterlife ?" I said starting to sip on my drink.

"I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking" I started knowing I can't take myself seriously.

"Well if you don't count a few problems. Remember that great gang you left. Well I don't know if it is so great anymore. The leader is turning into a p***y. Some rivals got our ass whipped. Word on the street has it that their boss is a lady. What's the deal with women lately ? First that chick in the club and now this damn leader" I sighed taking another sip aware that I should not drink much to be able to drive back home.

"Anyways, I gotta get back to the office and it's quite the drive back home. I guess I'll come back another time father. Sleep tight old man" I said standing up and lighting a cigarette.

I downed what was left of my drink and headed towards my car when I saw a little figure sitting besides a gravestone. I couldn't see her face but I knew that I had met her before. That's when I heard her talking.

"Hello mother, I don't know if you can hear me right now but I really needed to come here, pour my heart out and talk to you" It's Alex.. her mother is dead?

"I have been as usual, working 24/7 trying to make dad proud......and take revenge for you being taken away from us" What does she mean? Was her mother killed?

"I miss you, I miss talking with you, laughing with you singing with you. I never thought I would say this but I miss having you yell at me. I still remember when you would shout at me for training instead of studying. I now get why it pissed you off so much, a bit too late tho. Alessandro is being Alessandro. Nothing new there. Works and haves fun too. but mostly fun. Dad... I don't know that much about dad. He misses you even though we barely have time to talk I can tell that he isn't the same man you left. He works all the time as if he is trying to forget or keep himself busy. siamo veramente imparentati" Damn she speaks italian..

"I wish you could be here with me, see how much I and Alessandro have grown. How we are handling the business and T.S." What the hell is T.S.?

"Wish you could be here for our 21st birthday" She isn't even 21 and she had three f*****g whiskeys without getting drunk?! When did she start drinking, in the womb ?

"You know I never thought I would say this but your daughter is actually starting to live again. I have met this guys" Is she talking about me ?

"He is an asshole but a good looking asshole" Oh she is definitely talking about me, I smirked

"But he probably is like J, everyone is" Who the hell is J?

"Anyways I gotta head back before Cami wakes up and starts freaking out, it's almost an hour drive to my new house from here. Yeah by the way I bought my own house and I live there with Camila" I already know Camila from that night at the club, and Alessandro was the dude that had left. But who the hell was he really ? "I couldn't survive with Alessandro and his chicks every night. You wouldn't wanna hear i". At least he isn't a boyfriend, I sighed kind of relieved

"Ti voglio bene mamma, ciao" she spoke and started collecting her stuff from around her that were laying on the ground.

Before she got up, I had already started running and hid behind a wall. I didn't want her to see me and think I'm some creepy stalker who is following her here, cause what are the f*****g odds? But I'm pretty sure she heard something.

"Who is there?" She yelled

Fuck, how the hell am I supposed to explain this?

"It's me love" I said walking out from my hiding.

"UN-f*****g-BELIEVABLE YOU ARE f*****g STALKING ME AGAIN?" She yelled which amused me so much because of how little she was.

"Okay mia bella, we should maybe respect the dead and lower our voice a bit" I said starting to get pissed at her yelling.

"Oh really? Elijah you have three seconds to explain what the f**k you were doing here or I swear to god I w-"

I got tired of her shouting and yelling. Although I have to admit that it was respectful & attractive that she stood up for herself. I walked towards her and smashed my lips against hers. She tried to pull back but I just held her in my arms until she couldn't fight anymore and gave in and kissed me back. After a minute of us making out in the middle of the cemetery she pulled away and bit her lips.

"You calm now?" I asked holding her close to me. She nodded yes.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a lower tone.

"Oh you know, just making some breakfast in front of this beautiful view" I said sarcastically until she gave me a look "I was visiting someone amore" I added at last.

"I'm sorry for yelling"

"Hey, it's fine. Thought you were stalking me at first" I chuckled.

"Wait how long have you been standing here?" She started to panic.

"Not long, Just heard you saying goodbye" I answered looking at her mother's grave.

"Oh" She sighed relieved.

I wasn't gonna tell her I stood here and heard her whole conversation with her dead mother even though I barely know her. She would cut my balls off and feed them to the dogs for f**k sake. It started getting awkward so I let her go and told her that I had to leave.

"Yeah me too" She replied.

With that she took her stuff and left before me as if she was in a hurry to get away. I looked at her mother's grave and what I saw shocked me.

The stone read "Nicole Salvatore"

Her mother is a f*****g Salvatore?!

Wait that means her dad and .. no, can't be.

I took my phone and called Enzo after checking that she was nowhere to be seen.

"Bro, it's 5-f*****g-am. What the f**k do you want?"

"A background check on Alexandra Jonas on my desk in 1 hour" I said hanging up as I felt my jaw clench and my hand turned into a fist. I went back to my car and drove off back to the city.

Who the hell are you, Alexandra ?