When Julia returned home, her heart was heavy. That evening, she could not relax because her thoughts kept returning to her boss's illness and the letter she had discovered. She still can not believe he had actually kept it.
“Hello there”, the letter had started. Her mind quickly flashed back to her twelve-year-old self sitting by her small desk in her room. There was a smile on her face as she penned down her feelings to him.Now as Julia laid in her bed, she couldn't help but think about the letter she had just read. It all came back to her, the memories flooding into her head as she remembered it all.‘it has been three days now,’ the letter continued. ‘I begged my mum to let me come see you, but she refused and warned me not to associate with you. At first, I was surprised but then I decided to write to you anyways. I hope you get better, and maybe one day you and I will be good friends.'“Or lovers?” Julia blurted out, but quickly shook herDonatello walked into the garden situated at the back of the hospital, despite the doctor's warning to stay in and recuperate, Don still found himself outside his ward. His ward was more like a prison to him and he did not like it plus he wanted to receive cool air. But most importantly, he knew he was attempting to avoid Julia's presence. He was certain she could come bustling in at any moment. He let out a slight smile and sat on the side bench, then he looked up to the sky which was already darkening. Was she even going to come? He was sure Marcello must have told her what he said, and now, he doubts if she would ever confront him. “She must have been happy to finally leave me.” he muttered to himself as he looked down. Even so, he was glad to finally relieve her, even though he knew it would be heartbreaking for him. Julia was the only lady he had ever had affections for. At first he had thought it was only for a short while and would pass away soon, but little did he know t
When Julia returned home, her heart was heavy. That evening, she could not relax because her thoughts kept returning to her boss's illness and the letter she had discovered. She still can not believe he had actually kept it.“Hello there”, the letter had started. Her mind quickly flashed back to her twelve-year-old self sitting by her small desk in her room. There was a smile on her face as she penned down her feelings to him. Now as Julia laid in her bed, she couldn't help but think about the letter she had just read. It all came back to her, the memories flooding into her head as she remembered it all.‘it has been three days now,’ the letter continued. ‘I begged my mum to let me come see you, but she refused and warned me not to associate with you. At first, I was surprised but then I decided to write to you anyways. I hope you get better, and maybe one day you and I will be good friends.'“Or lovers?” Julia blurted out, but quickly shook her
The next day, Julia got up early and decided to prepare food for him. She encountered Mrs. Lorenzo in the kitchen, who gave her a scornful look.“What do you need?” The old lady questioned.“I just want to prepare some breakfast for Mr. Donatello.” Julia explained to her.“Leave it to me; I am in charge of that.” Mrs. Lorenzo spoke with a stern expression.When Julia attempted to protest, the woman quickly dismissed her.Several hours later, she was in the car with Marcello, and they drove all the way to the hospital. Marcello would look at her in the rearview mirror as he drove.He was surprised by how far they had come. A few years ago, she was just a regular lady working in a restaurant. He did not expect she would be alive or with them for so long. Most likely, he had thought she would be giving off in auction as usual.“Are you sure you really want to see the boss?” Marcello asked her.Julia nodded, “I need
Julia had never felt so scared before. Her heart thudded quickly as she held her boss in her arms. This was not how she had anticipated it ending.A tear fell from her eyes as she clutched him tightly.“Why do you have to be so stupid?” she asked amidst her tears.Memories flooded into her head, their relationship even though it had not been good was now making her heart ache. She closed her eyes, hoping that everything had been a dream and that he would wake up and call it a prank, but when she opened them, she was still there, next to her bleeding boss.Soon the door opened and Marcello entered.“H-he is not breathing.” Julia informed him as he rushed to Don's side.“Quick, follow me! We need to get out of here.” Marcello said as he helped her raise Donatello up.They rushed out of the room together, despite the shots that pierced the walls. It was a near-death situation, but they still managed to escape.***Few hours later, Donatello was lying in the hospital bed. Tubes ran throu
Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless.What else did she expect from a mafia leader?Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger.“For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?”“Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”“We had been friends; can't you consider that?” Donatello asked, he wasn't the one to say things like this but he knew he had to buy out time.“Friends?” Marco chuckled as he looked at Martin, who scoffed, “that ended when your father dared to pull the trigger on my father and brother.”“It was not his fault, my father did not shoot yours; why do you not get it?” Don said aloud.“Keep quiet!” Marco yelled angrily, “Things had
“Of course, that's me.” Marco said, smiling as he stood up from his seat.Don tightened his fist and gave him a deadly stare. He was about to stand up to attack when a guard struck him hard on the same arm where he had been shot.Donatello exclaimed in pain as he clutched his hand.“Where is she?” he asked, despite the pain.Marco turned to face him and smirked.“You are not the Donatello I am familiar with. The Donatello I know would never come looking for a lady, let alone a lowly servant.”“Where the hell is she?” Don demanded with a stern tone.Marco unexpectedly rose from his seat at the table and approached him. Then he lifted his jaw and delivered a blow to his cheek.Donatello fell backwards, but the man grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, only to land another one.“You are no longer in charge, understand? So add a little respect.” Marco told him.“As for your girl, I never knew she was so sweet,” he said, licking his lips. “I had to drill her hole to find out why you could n