A/N: Hey! I am alive still, even though its only been a week its feels absolute ages since I updated!

Sorry about that, I have upcoming exams from the 9th to the 14th January , so this will be the final update until the 16th or something s,o I can kinda relax for a while.

P.S This chapter will be extra long to make up for next week when I'm not going to update.

****And the dress above is Teresa's **** Sorry for any spelling mistakes!!

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Angelo's P.O.V -(Still in the past)

Waiting on people only made me impatient, but this time it seemed as it only created more bundles of nerves to form inside my stomach.

Yes, me , the boss of a powerful Mafia group did just say I was nervous. Moving on.

It was New Years, and the group were celebrating a year without getting shot, morbid but true. It was being hosted at one of many nightclubs I owned.

The party started an hour ago, my men had being ringing me up asking countless times where I was. I could only respond with one simple yet self explanatory answer.

I was waiting for Teresa to come downstairs.

She had told me she'll be ready at 8pm.

It's now 10pm. I love the woman to pieces, but I swear to God I have never known a woman other than Teresa that takes 2 hours to get ready.

But the thing I was becoming nervous about is what I am going to ask at the party.

I'm going to ask Teresa to marry me. We had been only going out for 9 months, but everything felt so different with her, she ignited a passion within me I had never felt before.

My only weakness in this world, is Teresa. She could have me bending to her will or I would give up my very soul to save her life, dramatic but true.

Alonso had left about 30 minutes ago muttering complaints about how women always take two long and how's he's not gonna get laid standing here. Typical Alonso, the day I see him married will be the day I sell my soul to Satan, that dude has barely no respect for the women he sleeps with, nor goes out with.

Shuffling uncomfortably on the spot, I fiddled with the small velvet box inside my pocket, feeling the soft texture against my calloused hands. Sighing, I glanced up at the chandelier hanging from my ceiling.

What did I do to deserve Teresa?

Suddenly, soft clicks sounded from the marble stairway. Turning my head, I felt my eyes widen at the sight before me. I had no words to describe the woman before me walking elegantly down the stairs, her sultry smile broke out across her soft face as her eyes glimmered in the soft light.

Her long brown hair was curled to perfection, the ringlets falling over her slender shoulders beautifully. While clinging to her body was a red evening gown, having a plunging V neck leaving some to the imagination. Accompanied with side slit which showed off her toned legs. On the back and sleeves was red lace giving the gown even more of an appealing look.

Walking slowly down the stairs, her hazel eyes never left mine, each click driving me closer and closer to ripping the dress from her body and staying in the entire night.

I can officially say the two hour wait was worth it.

Approaching me, she looked up at me through her lashes, her lips still curled into her sultry smile, as if she knew the thoughts racing through my mind.

"I didn't take too long did I?" she asked, her grin only growing wider as she spoke.

Swallowing the lump in my throat I forced myself not to sound like a pubescent school boy, "No, not at all, Alonso left but he said something came up, besides the wait was worth the while," I said, feeling my own lips curl upwards slightly.

Giggling slightly, she shook her head causing me to smile, wrapping my arm around her waist I pulled her close to my side, leaning down I whispered in her ear.

"After the party tonight, you're mine," I whispered, causing a shudder to run through Teresa, grinning I glanced at her flushed face before walking out the door to the party.

******TIME JUMP*****

After serveral shots of of alcohol and gambling with Alonso and my own father. Two hours later and 500 euros lost, I found myself looking for Teresa.

Alonso's arm was drapped across my shoulder while he was blabbering like an idiot holding a fresh bottle of beer in his hand. Chuckling, I plucked the bottle from his hand, causing a childish pout to come across his features.

"Hey! That's my- d-drink," he slurred, weakily attempting to grap the bottle from my hand. Shaking my head, I barely contained my laughter at my friends expression before placing it down on the bar next to me and guiding Alonso away from the drinks.

"Come on, I think you've had enough to drink," I said calmly while my grin was nearly splitting my face in half.

Guiding Alonso to a women crowded table, I sat him down after ingoring his protests. Looking up to a curvy blonde I simply pointed to Alonso and said:

"Keep him occupied and away from the alcohol," before five other women simply echoed a yes and literally pounced on Alonso.

Chuckling, I made my way over to the bar where I had spotted my father chatting away with my mother.

"Angelo, son, wonderful party," my father said after he saw me aprrohing his thick accent still audiable over the slight thumming base of the music.

Nodding, I grinned before my expression fell, "Do you know where Teresa is?" I asked, nerves forming inside my stomach again.

My father only shook his head raising his glass of Presecco to his lips. My mother piped up then, "I saw her go off with one of the women, to the bathroom she might be up there," she stated, leaning into the shoulder of my father.

Nodding, I said my thanks before heading upstairs. But as I began to walk away, my father grabbed my arm pulling me slightly back to face him.

"Good Luck son, I cant wait to have a new daughter-in-law," he smiled, his eyes filling up with pride. Nodding, I felt a wave of emotions, "Thanks Dad, and mum I promise you can help plan," I called to her over my shoulder once I began to walk away.

Hearing a squeal, I chuckled to myself before heading up the stairs ending to the bathrooms and other bedrooms for the VIP's, who literally party and drink the days away.

Walking up the stairs, I approached the public restrooms, opening one, I closed my eyes, "Is Teresa in here?" I called out, my voice bouncing across the room. Only an unfamiliar voice called out to me, "No, but she was in here moments ago murmuring how she was going into one of the VIP rooms to wait for someone -," before the woman could even continue, I closed the door and headed towards the corridor of the rooms.

Teresa wants to have some passionate time? No problem, I thought, my thoughts already turning to dirty images as a playful grin spread across my face.

Practically racing down the corridor, my grin dropped when I suddenly heard muffled moans and groans at the very end of the corridor.

My brows furrowed as I popped my head round each of the doors only to find no sign of Teresa. But then a loud familiar moan echoed down the hallway.

"Teresa?" I murmured as I slowly felt bile rise up into my throat.

NO! It's not her! Your mind is just playing a trick on you its not her! She loves you, she would never do such a thing.... Would she? My thoughts whirled around my mind as I approached the final door.

My heart pounded against my chest as I felt my blood rushing rapidly through my body.

Swinging the door open, my very heart was ripped apart as time seemed to freeze.

In front of me was the love of my life half naked sprawled out on the bed getting her brains fucked out by a complete stranger. Her eyes filled with passion and... love. The entangled limbs and heavy breaths the only image that stayed scorched in my mind.

They both froze when the door slammed against the wall, hard enough to create a dent.

"Teresa?" I choked out, feeling bile rise up into my mouth as my vision wavered for a split second.

Teresa lept up, pushing the guy off her and leaping off the bed, her hair wild and face flushed, "Angelo- I-its not wha-" she began, but my anger suddenly rose to the surface.

"Not what it looks like?! What happened here then!" I yelled, my fists clenched to my sides, I never believed in hurting a woman, but I was so close to hurting her in a way that even scared me.

Teresa's eyes widened in fear and guilt, but then the man rose from the bed.

"Look dude, whoever you are, we were having a great time here, so could you just, fuck off?" he drawled out slowly, pulling on his boxers. Looking rather pissed off that he had been interrupted.

My eyes darted over to his as I felt every muscle in my body contract and tense. My mind soared into point blank rage as my sight went red.

"Fuck off?" I said, as I felt ever emotion suddenly drain from me as my heart became solid ice. I felt my mouth slowly twist into a dark smile.

What have I got to live for now? I thought to myself.

Nothing. She played you so bad , and you thought she loved you....

Reaching into my pocket , I pulled out my gun aiming it towards the mans head.

"Last words?" I asked, my voice barely recognisable to myself, it only registered as a void of emotion filled with venom and anger.

"Angelo don't," Teresa begun, but I quickly pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight through his head as his body dropped lifelessly to the floor with a heavy thud.

Teresa let out a cry as she dropped to the floor, taking his head his her hands, her tears spilling onto his cheeks. All I did was watch the once love of my life cry over another, someone who she actually loved, my heart only cracked and broke even more, if that was possible.

Sliding the gun back into my pocket I stood motionless as the events rushed through my mind as it struggled to ctach up with what had actually happened.

Teresa's head snapped up, her eyes bloodshot from crying, I felt nothing, I no longer felt the urge to wrap her in an embrace and tell her its ok, nor hold her small figure at night. All I saw before me was a whore, someone who played me, someone who had my heart but decided to crush it.

"Why!" she yelled, raising to her feet she ran at me, slamming her fists agains my chest repeatedly.

Grabbing her wrists, I slammed her against the wall, pining her with my body.

"I loved you Teresa and what did you do? Throw it away like a piece of shit, using me over and over again, do you feel happy now? Do you feel satisfied that you curshed a Mafia boss? Huh? Well do you?!" I yelled, shaking her body.

After no answer I let out a dark chuckle, pushing her to the side, I watched her stumble to the floor, falling next to the body of her previous fuck.

"I never loved you," she whispered, looking down at the ground, I froze.

"I NEVER LOVED YOU!" she screamed again, slamming her fists into the floor, "EVERYTHING I SAID, EVERYTHING I DID WAS A LIE!" she continued, her large hazel eyes blazing into mine.

Swallowing slowly, I looked down, reaching into my pocket I pulled out the soft velvet box. Throwing it the ground by her hands, I walked out of the room , slamming the door behind me.

"Goodbye, Teresa," I whispered, before I walked away as slowly my world came crashing down around me.

True love? What a bunch of bullshit....

******** TIME JUMP- 2 weeks LATER***********

It was officially 2 weeks after the party, and all I could say was, you really cant drink away your sorrows. But I'm carrying on anyway, anything to numb the emotions, just to stop feeling.

Alonso had taken charge the day after the party, I had literally dragged him out the club telling him that we needed to go.

Alonso was furious when I told him, after he eventually sobered up, I expected him to be, before calming down and trying to console me, but to be honest I was too far gone to be consoled.

Endless days and nights I had heard him on the phone talking to my parents, cousins and brother and sister, trying to get advice on how to get me out of my room I had officially barricaded myself in. Only surrounded by countless beer bottles and caps.

My body was slowly caving in on itself, I had stopped eating 4 days ago and continued to live of beer or any other alcoholic drink I could find around the house.

My parents tried to come into my room several times across the two week period, but failed to do so, it had even brought my mother to tears when I refused to open the door, but I couldn't face my family.

My sister even flew from America with her husband to try and get me out of my room, but not even my big sister could. Eventually they all gave up, I didn't know if they just went home or stayed somewhere else, but I didn't care, I was too numb to care.

But one day, Alonso came home, I guess he was sick of managing the Mafia.

"ANGELO! GET YOUR DOOR OPEN NOW!" he yelled, banging violently on my door, only casing me to huff and roll over on my side, hoping that he would just leave me be.

His yelling and cursing in Italian continued for the next 15 minutes until his voice went hoarse.

I sat up, eyeing the door, not sure if he was still there or had left. But then, the door was ripped off its hinges as the door was kicked open, failing to the floor, leaving Alonso looking flushed and out of breath in the doorway.

His green eyes instantly met mine, before he stepped into my room. His nose instantly scrunched up.

"Angelo, it smells in here, you could kill someone with a pungent smell like this," he exclaimed walking over empty bottles of beer, vodka and other drinks.

"Jesus dude, come on up, you're having a wash," he sighed, but when I didn't budge, he simply put his arm underneath my shoulders and dragged me into the bathroom.

Running, a bath, he stripped me of my 2 week old clothing and dunked me in the bath. The warm water seeming to wake me a little.

"She cheated on me, Alonso," I croaked out, my voice partially a whisper from not using it in such a while.

Sighing, Alonso sat down next to the bath and began to scrub my hair, " I know Angelo, I know," he whispered, washing out the shampoo in my hair.

"Why?" I asked, my heart feeling empty and cold.

"Angelo, she doesn't deserve you, out there in the world is the real woman who will love you for you and not fuck you over , a woman you deserve not the whore you were going to make your wife," he spat out, venom lacing in voice.

I knew he was right, but I felt broken, used, I felt abandoned and lost.

"I'm going to clean you up and get the cleaner to clean your room, and ventilate it, while you are actually gonna get some food down you," Alonso stated, he tone commanding even though I was in no mood for arguing with Alonso, I simply nodded my head.

Exhaling, Alonso turned my head to meet his gaze, "Angelo, I have known you since we were kids, it hurts me so much to see you so broken like this, most of all I need you to run the group, that shit is hard," he said, his mouth forming a small smile casing my lips to curl up a bit.

"See? I just want the old Angelo back, the Angelo who is my friend, boss and most of all ,brother," he breathed out, rinsing the soap from my skin.

Nodding, I found myself getting out the bath myself and heading into my room to only put on some sweatpants and t-shirt. Alonso gave a sad smile, before escorting me downstairs into the kitchen.

When I entered my mother and sister were both seated at the breakfast bar, my mother in floods of tears.

When I enter, they both shot up, both embracing me in a warm hug. It felt good to see my sister again, a small amount of happiness surged through me, a little, but it was there.

Exhaling, I wrapped , my arms around my mother and sister, pulling them close.

"I've missed you Angelo," Christina, my sister, whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"I've missed you too Chrissy," I mumbled, as suddenly my emotions came rushing back to the surface ,hitting me like a truck, as I gripped them tighter.

"Its ok Angelo, we're your family, let it out," my mothers soothing voice whispered in my ear as she tightened her grip on my waist as well.

Suddenly, I felt a warm tear trial down my face as the realization hit me, I was crying....

For a woman who never loved you...

Pulling away, both women wiped tears from their eyes before my mother wiped away mine.

"Be strong for me Angelo, it breaks my heart to see you like this," my mother whispered , stroking my cheek softly like when I was little.

Giving a small smile, I kissed to top of my mothers head before giving Chrissy's hand a quick squeeze.

Soon enough, Alonso had gotten several meals down my throat and I was feeling a little better.

Me, Alonso, Chrissy, my parents, my brother Mikel and Chrissy's husband, Josh were all seated in the living room, warm by the fire each of use with a cup of hot chocolate.

Chrissy was snuggled up to my side, her head leaning on my chest.

And for a moment everything felt perfect... I was surrounded by the people I loved, my family and friend. And for that short amount of time, everything felt normal, like I wasn't in a Mafia group, the love of my life hadn't cheated on me.

I felt like when we were kids again, when we got colds my mother would always make up sit by the fire and drink hot chocolate to warm up.

Turning to Alonso, I gave a reassuring smile.

"Thank you," I said, patting his shoulder I saw relief cross over his features.

Smiling, he nodded his head, "Anything for my brother," he said softly giving one of his genuine smiles.

A few moments of silence went on, only the spits and cracks of the fire could be heard . Until...

"But seriously you need to take over your job again, because it hard as fuck," Alonso said, causing everyone to burst out laughing, including myself.

I knew from that day forth, I wouldn't be able to trust another woman again. My heart was building a wall around itself. And nobody was going to break it.

Ever....

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(A/N): Well, there you go! Sorry if it was a little shitty, I'm a little on edge at the moment and just decided to update.

Anyway hopefully you enjoyed and I'll see you in a week or so...

Bye!

~Bella~ :-)

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