Mafias mute love

10

Three days. It had been three days since Dominic left without so much as an explanation. Three long, suffocating days. Olivia had spent them locked away in her room, her only company the quiet hum of her thoughts, spinning in circles. She couldn’t understand what had happened. He’d been so different with her, so... open, vulnerable even. But then, without warning, he disappeared, leaving her with nothing but the cold echo of his absence.

At first, she had tried to tell herself it wasn’t her fault. Maybe he had things to sort out, maybe he just needed space. But deep down, there was a gnawing feeling, a doubt she couldn’t shake. Maybe she had somehow messed things up, said or done something wrong. Maybe he had realized he didn’t want her there anymore.

She had been alone in that room, staring at the walls, feeling like a burden she wasn’t sure how to shake off. Every time she thought about him, her chest would tighten. It didn’t make sense—he had cared for her, hadn’t he? But the silence in the house was deafening, and with each passing hour, that silence seemed to stretch into something more painful.

She had tried calling him, of course. ( not that she could say anything ). But his phone went straight to voicemail, every time. No messages, no calls back. Nothing. And as the days went on, Olivia found herself falling deeper into a pit of confusion and sadness.

She had always thought she was strong, independent. But now, without him, without knowing where she stood, she felt completely lost.

It was late in the afternoon when her phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the suffocating silence. Olivia’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the name that flashed across the screen. It was from her father. The one person she had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

Her hand trembled as she opened the message.

Marcus Smith:

"Olivia, you need to come home. Now. You’ve been gone long enough. If you don’t, I will make sure Dominic pays for this. I’ll have him imprisoned for his crimes—he won’t be able to escape this time. I’m giving you one chance to fix this before it’s too late. Come home, or I’ll do what I have to."

Olivia stared at the words, her mind racing. Her breath caught in her throat. The text seemed so final, so full of threat. But she knew her father well enough to know he wasn’t bluffing. He had his ways, his connections. If he said he could imprison Dominic, Olivia didn’t doubt for a second that he could.

A shiver ran down her spine. It took all of her strength not to let the tears slip, but they came anyway, unbidden and fast. The weight of the message crushed her. Dominic had just left—hadn’t he been the one who promised her safety, who swore she could trust him? And now… now, he was gone, and her father was holding her future over her head like some kind of weapon.

It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

But she couldn’t let him hurt Dominic. Not after everything they had been through. He had risked so much for her, had opened up to her in a way no one ever had. She couldn’t just stand by and let her father tear that down. The guilt she felt over Dominic’s sudden departure—the way she felt like she had driven him away—was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the fear of losing him completely.

The message was clear: come home, or Dominic would pay.

She wiped her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. She needed to think. But she knew in her heart what she had to do. She couldn’t let her father destroy everything. She would go back, get the answers she needed, and find a way to fix things.

For Dominic. For herself.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Olivia barely remembered packing her bag or calling a car to take her. Everything felt distant, unreal. But as she stepped out of the house, her mind kept returning to the same question: was she making a mistake? Was this really the right thing to do?

But there was no time to second-guess herself. Her father’s threats were all-consuming, and deep down, she knew he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. She had to play along, even if it meant going back to that world she had so desperately tried to escape.

When she arrived at her fathers place, the house felt colder than she remembered. The towering gates closed behind her with a heavy thud, and the sight of her father standing in the doorway made her heart drop.

Marcus Smith didn’t look surprised to see her. In fact, he looked almost pleased. His expression was cold, calculating.

“Well, Olivia,” he said in a low, gravelly voice, “I see you’ve made the right choice.”

Olivia’s throat tightened. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him how wrong he was, how this was all a lie. But she couldn’t.

He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve come back to where you belong, and you’re going to do exactly as I say. No more running off with him.”

She clenched her fists, her thoughts racing. Dominic, locked in a cage because of her. Was this really what she had to do? She had no choise.

Her father’s eyes flickered with amusement. “Ah, that’s what I thought. You’ll learn soon enough, Olivia. But for now, it’s time to make things right. Come inside. We’ll have a little chat about your future.”

As Olivia walked inside, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her father had already won. He had her in his grip, and Dominic—Dominic was no longer her problem.

But the worst part was that she knew, deep down, this was only the beginning. Her father’s manipulations had started long ago, and she had just fallen straight into his trap.