EDITED: 19th March 2019.

Brooklyn.

I look at the ceiling fan numbly, my eyes following the rotations as I tried to understand the horrific memories of the Diavolo I saw today. I felt confused more than scared. I wanted to know what had made him so angry cause I knew it certainly wasn't me.

I was so lost in my train of thoughts that I didn't even hear the bedroom door creak. I had been hiding here ever since I excused myself after lunch. Diavolo hadn't said much to me since he so ruthlessly manhandled me so a nod was all I needed to dash back into the guest room.

"Brooklyn?" I hear his surprisingly broken voice whisper softly and I immediately act like I am asleep.

When I didn't reply, I could feel his steps coming near the bed and when I felt it dip towards the edge I understood that he had sat in front of me.

"I-I am sorry, Brooklyn. What I did today was unexpected and totally wrong of me. I was angry at something else and you ignoring me ticked me off and I, just, snapped. I can't believe that I lost control today. I promise that this would be the first and the last time that ever happened. Please don't fear me and I hope you forgive me someday." He says in a voice that makes my heart, break.

He must have thought that I was still asleep and I struggle to keep my breathing even as he leans in and places a chaste kiss on my forehead, letting his lips linger for a little longer before I feel the weight of his body leaving the bed. I hear his shoes clicking as they move towards the door and I couldn't control myself as I let words fall out of my mouth, his steps halting just meters before the door,

"I forgive you," I whisper softly into the air.

He turns around so fast I thought he might stumble and before I could even process what was happening his arms lifted me onto the bed and his lips were on mine.

The kiss was hot and rough while at the same time soft and sweet; It was like we were pouring all our emotions into this one kiss and as Diavolo licked the seam of my lips, I couldn't control the small moan from myself. Our hands wandered as I let mine settle on his neck and hair. He, on the other hand, seemed like he couldn't decide where to settle them and instead let them trail over my figure. I tugged on his hair as he sucked on my bottom lip and he groaned deep in pleasure.

Our mouths continued clashing feverishly before I was out of breath and pulled away. I rested my forehead against Diavolo's, my eyes closed and hard pants leaving my mouth.

"That was the best first kiss ever. Thank you." At this point I didn't know what for or why I was thanking him, I just knew that this man had just given me an experience and a kiss I would never forget.

"That was your first kiss?" He asked in astonishment and I nodded blushing in an embarrassment of being 23 and not having my first kiss until now.

"My god, you will be the death of me Brooklyn." He said and his lips captured mine in another mindblowing kiss.

--- I gaze out the window, my thoughts, and feelings all over the place. We were currently on the way to my house to grab my things. By we I mean, Diavolo and I followed by one of his security cars.

I was still in a daze from the kiss earlier and it also made me wonder if I had forgiven him too quick. Not wonder, I know I did forgive him too quickly and I shouldn't have but when he said that stuff something in my heart clicked and suddenly I was okay with him.

"What are you thinking so hard about, piccola?" Diavolo asked, making me snap out of my thoughts and look at him from the passenger seat.

He was already looking at me and when our eyes met it was like everything disappeared. All I wanted to do was jump and kiss him but that would probably land us in the hospital so I restrained myself.

When did I get so..sexually frustrated?

"Nothing. Just how much of a mess my life is." I said, chuckling then looking out the window once again.

"I am sorry." He said sounding guilty and I turned to face him once again.

"It isn't your fault. It's just my fate." I said with a small smile to let him know I am okay and he returned it with one of his own.

---

"Stay here. I'll be a minute." I said to Diavolo to which he hesitantly nodded. I stepped out the car, walking towards the house I have so missed these few days.

Knocking lightly on the door, I waited for a moment hearing ruffling of things inside before it opened and my mother's swollen tired face came in sight.

She looked at me for a moment before gasping,

"Oh my God. Is it really you Brook? Am I dreaming?" She said in a hoarse voice, tears spilling out of her eyes and I immediately took her into a hug.

"I missed you mom," I said, tears of my own falling on her shoulders.

I could feel the sobs raking through her body and I took us inside, shutting the door with one hand while my other was still on her back.

After a long much-needed hug, I pulled away and looked at my mother. Her face had lost all color, and her eyes were dull with sadness though there was still warmth in them.

"What have you done with yourself, mom?" I whispered knowing I was the reason she was like this.

"I, just, I couldn't do anything after you disappeared. It was like losing your father and brother all over again."

"Mom. I am so sorry for everything I have put you through." I said genuinely feeling guilty.

"It's okay honey. All that matters is your back now." She said, lightly cupping my cheeks.

"About that," I begin and she looks at me curiously. "Mom I have to go. All I can say is I am in big trouble and I have someone helping me. I will be back, I promise. But this is going to take a few more weeks, or months even." I said and started to walk upstairs to grab my things, not having the strength to watch her become sad. Her face fell and I immediately felt guilty all over again.

"Trouble? What kind of trouble? What's wrong Brooklyn?" I heard mom's voice and her footsteps following me.

"I will tell you everything when I am back. For now, I want you to know I am okay and I will be somewhere safe. You just have to promise me to take of yourself and Sebastian." I said, entering my room and starting to take out a bag from under my bed.

"Brooklyn but I---"

"Mom. Promise me you will. Please." I turned to face her and looked into her eyes. She nodded, sniffing.

"I promise. But please be safe. I don't want to lose you." She said, her eyes watering once again but I shushed her.

"I will be mom, don't worry," I said, taking a few of my clothes from my closet and stuffing them in a bag then little of my makeup, my toothbrush and one of my favorite novels.

I zipped up the bag and hurried down the stairs, my mom following behind. When we reached the door, I faced her once again hugging her tightly. She cried in my arms before I pulled away, knowing I had to go.

"Bye, mom," I said opening the door and stepping outside, the cool air making me shiver lightly.

"Bye honey." I heard her call out in a timid voice as I sat back in the car throwing the bag in the backseat before sitting straight trying to hide my tears from Diavolo's prying eyes.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Never been better." I lied.

---

"Okay, that's it. Tell me what's been bothering you." Diavolo finally snaps after moments of awkward silence in the car and I sigh.

"My mom and brother."

"What about them?" He asked, giving me his attention while still trying to drive.

"Will those morons try to harm them too?" I asked bluntly.

"First of all, Language," I roll my eyes, "Secondly, I have my men surrounding your house at all times just in case so don't worry."

I sigh in relief at his words, my tense body immediately relaxing and I lean back in the seat closing my eyes lightly.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Francesco. I really appreciate it." I said, opening my eyes to look at him from the corner of my eyes.

He tensed for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel a little too tight before he says through gritted teeth.

"It's no big deal."

--- We enter the house silently. Ever since that conversation in the car, the atmosphere between us was awkward and tense which I absolutely didn't know why.

"I am going to freshen up," I said heading upstairs to which I receive no reply.

I enter the darkroom sighing, as I turned on the lights when I saw a box with a sticky note on it on the bed. The box was a cardboard one and I looked at it in confusion.

Huh, It's probably a present from Diavolo.

Somehow that thought brought a smile on my face and I happily walked towards the bed.

Is this an apology gift?!

Ripping open the packaging, I looked into the box but to my horror what I saw made me let out a loud scream which probably the birds in Africa heard too.

It was a fucking decapitated head of a person.

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

long ass chapter for y'alls impatient asses.

imagine you go to your room after a long tiring day. see a box, get all happy thinking someone treated your ass but its actually a fudging head. a real head.

i would probably shit my pants lol.

and they kissed! FINALLY!

also no updates until after 11th march cause my exams are starting on 25th.

i might update someday before that. might, might not. we'll see bitches.

and to bless your soul, there's a picture of Diavolo at top. ;)

until then thanks for reading xx.

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