Page 19 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Oh, Mamma, I’m sorry if I disappointed you, but I love Nicola, and I know that he loves me,” I cry, hugging her back.
“Yes, Ella, I do understand. But, don’t worry,” Mamma says, pulling away, wiping my tears away, smiling at me.
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Nicola
I pull into the parking lot, looking at the Hell’s Pit sign, its glowing red letters, with a fucking skull with horns. The place seems busy; the hard rock music blares; I can fucking hear it from inside my truck. It’s the fucking bar where the Satanic Bastards MC hangs, owns, or whatever. I park close to the front door, looking around the parking lot and building for Jacob.
All of the motherfuckers, the bikers, and their bikes look the fucking same.
I don’t have a clue if Jacob is here; it’s not a great idea to walk into the bar. It’s their turf, they’re very anal about who walks into their bar, and I don’t want to kill the motherfuckers.
I grind my molars, pressing my lips, staring out the windshield. I can feel my blood pressure go up a notch; my gut fucking tells me that the fucker will be here.
That fucker, Jacob, doesn’t answer my calls or respond to my messages. He’s fucking ghosting me, my best friend since first grade.
I never thought that he would shaft me like this.
I don’t know why I listened to him; it’s fucking crazy that I allowed Christiano and Jacob to put these fucking doubts in my head. I know that Antonella would have dealt with this lifestyle; it’s in her blood; it’s our legacy.
I need to know how Antonella is doing.
Is she okay?
My soul is fucking dead; it started bleeding the moment that I walked away. It slowly died when I ignored her calls and messages.
Now I’m a fucking walking zombie.
I can’t live without her.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I need to, at the very least, get some DETS on her.
The fucker owes me.
I grab the steering wheel leaning to look out the windshield at the biker getting off his bike.
“Jacob, wait up,” I yell, taking long strides across the parking lot.
“What the fuck are you doing here!”
“What the fuck are you doing avoiding me! I need to know how Antonella is, you fucker! Tell me, you promised that you would keep me up to date, but you’ve been shafting me!”
“I’m not going to tell you a fucking thing, only that she’s not here in San Franciso.”
“What the fuck are you talking about! Antonella left the Bay Area. When? Why? You motherfucker, talk to me!”
“Mamma and Antonella are at my Zia’s house for a few days. So, get the fucking lost and stop calling me.”
That right there pushes my button, I blow a fucking fuse, and I grab the motherfucker’s neck, pushing him against the wall.
“I’m going to tell you once, you fucking need to cede, you will keep me updated, or I’m going to come after you.”
“You wouldn’t fucking dare; Antonella would never forgive you,” Jacob scoffs, lowering his eyelids halfway, throwing back his head, staring at me with a fucking sneering, full of attitude.
“Don’t fucking bet on it! I’m getting fucking desperate, royally pissed off that I even listened to you, and I will fucking kill you.”
