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Delusional

Elijah Russo

Fuck, fuck what is that bitch doing? What the fuck is she thinking going on live tv and saying that.

Sighing, I turn over to Gianni ready to get slapped or something instead I'm met with nothing, no Gianni. Merda.

Everything has gone to shit in the last few months. I hate my house because it's not home without Gianni and EJ in it. I hate my office because she's not here to have lunch with me.

I miss her laugh and her smile, the way she so effortlessly takes care of our home and everything EJ and I need. The way she fucking loves me.

God I love her. I love how she narrows her eyes at me when she's mad or suspicious. How she blushes when I call her pet names in my mother tongue. I love how she squeals when I kiss her neck until I find her sweet spot. I love how her eyes light up when she sees EJ or how good of a mother she is. How dedicated and independent and intelligent she is. She's the fucking one.

She had done nothing but give me everything I never knew I needed f
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