Semua Bab MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Richard. The air suddenly becomes cold and I can tell something is definitely wrong by how Jenny is acting and so quiet. I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from Jenny and the two detectives. The taller one, introduces himself as, Detective Harlan before he glances at his partner, then back at me.“We are looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”The name hits like a slap. He was the reason me and Jenny fought so much in our marriage. "Yeah. I knew Marcus." He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear. After she disappeared, so did he.“Why are you asking

Luca.I wasn’t even sure how I got home. The sidewalk bent and curved like a snake, and the streetlights flared and flickered like firecrackers, and I was just stumbling through it all like I didn’t belong in the world anymore. My keys missed the lock three times before the door gave way under my weight. The house was too quiet. Like it knew something I didn’t.My head buzzed like a goddamn beehive. My stomach was a pit. Everything in me was too full, too much whiskey, too many thoughts, too many years of things I never said out loud.I didn’t mean to go to her room.I didn’t even think. My feet just carried me there. Like they remembered something I had forgotten.Lila’s door was open. That soft glow of her bedside lamp leaked into the hallway, golden and warm. She was curled up on her bed, legs folded, book in hand, glasses perched low on her nose like they always were when she got serious about something. Her eyes flicked up when I leaned against the doorframe like I was trying to

Lila"What does he mean by this Jenny? What did you say to him? Where did he go?" My legs nearly give out. I stagger to the couch, the letter fluttering in my trembling hands. The paper is warm from my grip, but his words cut through me like ice.Gone where, Luca? None of this was making an sense, I had only stepped out for a few minutes, waht could she have possibly said to him. I read faster, eyes blurring from more than just the tears building behind them. As if trying to find an hidden message behind the message. But there was no hidden message, it was just as plain as it read. I was about to get up, when I saw another note, a little hidden like he didn't want someone to find it. He had placed it below the fruit bowl, neatly folded. I picked the note, careful not to seem suspicious to Jenny who seemed unfazed by any of this. 'Lila, I couldn’t stay. I know you’ll hate me for this, and I deserve that. But after hearing her, hearing what she said, it wasn’t enough. There is mor

Lila. The drive back home was long and tiresome, mostly because all I could think about was Luca. Was he okay? He had left so angry, and he was a self destructive kind of person. I prayed and hoped he had just gone back home. I slammed the door shut behind me, keys jingling uselessly in my hand. “Luca?” I called, voice echoing into silence. No answer. Just the hum of the fridge and the distant sound of a car passing outside. I dropped my bag on the floor and made a quick sweep of the apartment, heart picking up pace with each empty room I checked.His jacket was gone. His boots. His phone charger was missing too. That meant he took his phone, but when I tried calling again my screen lit up with the same message I’d been seeing for the last three hours.Call failed. I ended it quickly, thumb trembling. I tried again. Nothing. Again. Still nothing.“Goddammit, Luca,” I muttered, pacing the length of the living room. The clock on the wall mocked me: 11:32 PM. He should’ve been home h

Lila. It was like I was imagining all this in my head. I had heard him word so strongly how he was not built for family life for kids. How he didn't want to be responsible for another human being for all their love. But now he was ready to do this with me, together and he seemed genuinely excited about it. About becoming a father. Luca’s hands were still on my face, warm and grounding, but my whole body was shaking. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been holding my breath until that moment.“We do it together,” he said again, like a promise, like he was reading my mind and see could see the worry, and everything I was thinking about. I nodded, because if I tried to speak, I knew I’d sob. But he knew. He could see it in my face, the way everything in me was cracked wide open and raw. His arms wrapped around me and I buried my face in his chest, letting myself finally fall into him. Not carefully. Not like I was made of glass. Just… completely. We stood there for what felt like forev