I LOVE MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND (MAFIA 18+ STORY)
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meone call out my na
alls out to me a second time,
y begin to feel my heavy body, and I start to feel the sof
y, hoping that the voices which were calling out fo
d out my name, but this one w
droom. My eyes hurt from the sun shining in, and it takes ti
out. The cold sweat trailing from my forehead, o
about Ciara's wedding to Luciano and the fight between my par
outburst and the truth which had b
up falling back onto the bed bec
owards me, as one of them w
placed the bottle on my lips as I drank the wate
ctor checked upon me, as the doctor wasn't
ause Luciano was also in the room. He was standing at the end of t
tor who checked upon me, and his
asked after examining me by taking
in has run over m
me out, I felt like the
ted to explain how I was feeling, that I was drowsy
d, it was like a wall slammed down, bl
rustration welling up in my eyes becaus
eavy weight was placed on my shoulders, as I
something, anything, that could help me break
me I needed, the same was with my older brother and Luc
between my parents, along with the horrors I had lived t
ntly, forming the w
s digging into my palms, the pain a
orse condition than mine. As I felt embarrassed and
anything?" Chase que
doctor asked me, his voice prof
g a hand around my throat, bu
Luciano spoke up for the first
ondition. She must be able to speak on her
a comforting hand on my shoulder, b
experience. They either stop talking or can'
physically she's in a good condition after the tests we ran, but she has low bl
his consigliere. "Bring in the best psychologist in New York
iere was a distressed voice. "But you
." Luciano ordered the other
ar forever since I could no longer speak because after I had fo
a corner of the room to talk in private, like they
ork steps inside the room. He's an average man in his lat
plaining my situation to the doctor, about the fact that I lost my voice o
do this to her
w about my self-harm, she knew how lonely
ughts running wild, did this mean I would never speak again
hat nobody coul
r from my dresser, my hands shaking viole
who was now a stranger, a girl wi
on a pair of scissors lying on the nightst
comforting in my hand, like it, the physical pain wo
ng new to me, it is my
hand, should I really do this
rough my mind, the words she had use
ave killed me, and treated Ciara like you treat A-Aurelia. It is better
p from the tears that couldn'
hey were sharp enough to create a deep
ecause I did not matter to anyone in thi
outed my name, as h
ut I held onto them like my life depended on it, I couldn't l
d, his voice breaking. "Don't do this. I'm
respond, since I couldn't speak any longer,
ped, like a painfu
need to take my own life still overwhelmin
lease, le
s like you have always
you, I won't let you go
sors." Luciano approached slowly,
gine how hard this is for you... But hurting your
ars, and I hated that he saw this side of me, this un
t mentally unstable, and she has never harmed herself or trie
issors from my hand, and his action startled me, becau
d, falling on the floo
te pair of pajamas which reminded me of the hospital clothes I us
hirt and comfortable pants, but at this moment, those clothes
healthy sister, but
ed to get away from everythin
older brother shoute
on blurred with tears as I was a wreck, some
!" Luciano's voice echoed in the hallwa
floor where all the guests were gathered, I looked lik
e long hallway of the second floor,
rtbreaking sound. The sound was hysterical, a mix of
ose behind, their footste
no called out, his voi
, my hands fiddling with the knob until I opened
ere not far away from me, yet they were
pped outside the hall, at the sight of me h
frozen from the mere sight of me, the wreck of me,
hese words to my father, who had neve
reeing you from the daughte
I fell out o