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“And you…” I begin. “You had no right to them as well. You had no right to me, any other girl or Alessia.” I look over to her, her eyes full of love.
“Do you want to do the honors?” I ask her.
“No baby, this is all you.”
I take the gun from my waistband and aim it at Gianni. Elio takes a step to the side.
“You will never underestimate women again. We will take everything from you and we’ll let it thrive under our command.”
I take the safety off.
“You’ve caused enough pain and I have no more words left for you.”
I put the nuzzle against his forehead.
“Say hi to Jake in hell for me!”
BANG!
“I hope you burn…” I whisper.
I hand Elio the gun and walk out of the room, run up the stairs, through the garage and out the door.
It’s raining. I come to a stop in the middle of the grass surrounding the house. I look up at the dark clouds and let the rain wash over me. Streams of pink water wash off of me and into the soil at my feet, taking my trauma with it.
It’s over, they’re dead!
Soft hands take mine and I open my eyes. Alessia is standing in front of me. She doesn’t say anything but there is no need for words.
Our eyes meet, the space between us seems to hum with a quiet intensity. Without thinking, I lean into her, like a magnet drawn by an invisible force. Her hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me closer, while mine rests on her chest, feeling the steady, quickened rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my fingertips.
When our lips meet, it’s like a spark igniting a fire. The kiss is slow at first, deliberate, like we’re savoring the moment, tasting the anticipation and relief after all that happened. Alessia deepens the kiss, her movements growing more urgent, more consuming. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a conversation, a release, an unspoken declaration of everything we can’t put into words.
My fingers curl into her blouse as if I’m anchoring myself, while her hand slides up to cradle my jaw, tilting my face to meet her. Every brush of her lips, every breath we share, is electric. It isn’t just passion, it’s vulnerability and connection,like we’re pouring pieces of ourselves into each other with every second.
When we finally break apart, we linger close, our lips barely brushing as we catch our breath. My face is flushed, my eyes half-lidded as I looked up at her, and I can’t help but smile softly, her thumb brushing over my cheek. This wasn’t just a kiss, it was a moment we’d never forget.
I break the silence, “Fiancée huh?”
Alessia rests her forehead against mine and giggles.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my skin. “Sounds right, doesn’t it?”
I smile, pulling her even closer. “It sounds perfect.”
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