Page 15 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
The fucker is always bitching about me seeing her, telling me to leave her, but it’s too fucking bad.
Not happening.
“What’s up, and why are you fucking pissed off,” I ask, running my hand through my hair, lowering my eyelids, gazing into his wild eyes.
Jacob looks fucking pissed off, which is not a surprise since he’s been a fucking pain the last couple of years. He started changing towards me somewhere along the way, always pissed off and trying to push me away from Antonella.
What the fuck!
We grew up together.
“You know why! You decided to take the Omerta to be officially Cappola’s Soldati, I told you that you fucking need to stop seeing Antonella. I don’t want my sister anywhere near the Mafiosi,” Jacob snarls, standing tall, pushing his shoulders back.
Jacob glares at me with red bloodshot eyes, bouncing back onto his heels; he looks jumpy, he rolls his fingers into his palm, eager to throw a punch.
“What the fuck! Look who’s talking! You’re involved in that stupid Motorcycle club, the Satanic Bastards. What do you call that, just a club when you know damn well that you do the same and more than I do,” I growl, taking a step closer, staring into his eyes?
Jacob lowers his eyelids halfway, inhaling deeply, his mouth open as he gasps for air. I can almost see the fucking smoke coming from his nostrils; his mouth is foaming as he seethes. Fuck, I’ve never seen him so enraged before.
“Yeah, motherfucker, but it’s not the same. I’m not killing anyone and everyone; it’s not my job; I’m the IT. I can leave the MC if I want, but you can’t. Why in the hell do you think I didn’t go into the Mafia? Motherfucker, you know that my Papà was killed while being a Soldati, just like you. They will fucking kill you when they fucking want to. I didn’t want to put my Mamma through that again. I told you motherfucker to stop seeing Antonella. I never dreamed that you would go through with this crazy shit!
I thought that you would get out while you could, but no, you didn’t. I know that tonight was your initiation, and you took the Omerta oath. There’s no going back motherfucker! You’re in the Mafia until your death, and you know it! Motherfucker, you’re a damn assassin, and I know that Antonella doesn’t know,’ Jacob shouts, digging his finger into my chest.
I stare at him, taking in his ire shaking my head. It’s fucking unbelievable how this fucker is acting; it’s fucking amazing that he’s now going to cause issues, but I know he’s right. Even Cristiano told me to break it off with Antonella.
“Fucker, what do you want me to do? I can’t leave Antonella; she’s my Baby Girl, my soulmate,” I yell, leaning in close to his face glaring at him.
“Motherfucker, isn’t that too fucking bad. I would rather see her cry now than later when you’re dead. But, the worst part of it is that you’re putting Antonella in danger, and you fucking know it. She doesn’t deserve this life; she deserves better,” Jacob growls, leaning in closer to make his point.
“Fucker, you’re an ass,” I growl, inhaling deeply, holding my breath as I look down the street, exhaling, rubbing my chest, feeling my heart stop and my soul die.
I know that he’s right, but it fucking hurts.
“She’s waiting for me,” I utter, looking at him, looking down the street at the house.
“Motherfucker, I don’t give a fuck! I’ll tell her that you had an emergency,” Jacob snarls, lowering his eyelids halfway.
“This is not right; I love her, Jacob,” I say, staring at him shaking my head.
My chest feels fucking constricted, my gut tightens, inhaling deeply to control my pounding heart that feels as if it’s going to burst out of my chest or fucking stop.
I can’t fucking believe this.
“Yeah, but you know that I’m right. Be the man that you were when you made the Omerta oath, committing your life to the Cappola Crime Famiglia. So, man up, grab those damn balls, and let her go,” Jacob snarls, his upper lip curling.
I shake my head, running my fingers through my hair, closing my eyes.
“Promise me that you will tell her that I love her. Promise me that you will tell me how she’s doing,” I say, in a low tone, clenching my hands.
“Motherfucker, I’ll tell her,” Jacob scoffs, nodding.
I grind my jaw, look one more time at the house where Antonella is waiting for me, nodding, turning away, walking back to my truck with a heavy heart.
My soul is roaring with pain.
I fucking need to go!
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