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𝐄 𝐍 𝐙 𝐎 • 𝐅 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐀 𝐑 𝐈

It is already midnight and I am still tossing and turning, I haven't gotten any sleep just yet which I knew I'd dread in a few hours to come, facing the day with no sleep is no fun.

I sigh and look up to the ceiling but decide it's for the best if I just get up, there's no point trying after all.

I stumble into the kitchen and open the fridge to be faced with an illumination. The light was bright, almost too bright. I have to rub my eyes before entering the fridge to pull out something that would satisfy my throat and stomach.

My mind is fully occupied with these thoughts of everyone. Bruno, Dante. My parents... Arianna.

I take a large sip of the cold water and hold the bottle tightly as I pour the liquid into my mouth. It was refreshing and exactly what I needed, but it wasn't enough.

I slouch myself over the counter and hold my head in my hands, I'm so unsure what to do with myself and where to go from here. I'm stuck, I'm angry...

"Enzo?" I look up and see my father standing there in front of me. He stands tall and proud; he looks refreshed and there are no more dark circles under his eyes anymore.

"Hey dad." I reply and my father takes a seat next to me, watching my every sulky mood.

"I've heard what's happened." He sighs before he continues. "Women are difficult, trust me they are. But if they feel the same way, they'll soon come back around." I chuckle at my father's words regarding his past experience.

"Son, I'm not joking. Your mother was the same, she assumed I was this typical bad boy who always wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans." He chuckles and I laugh along with him, I never really pictured my father dressed up like that, I'm so used to him dressing smartly nowadays.

"Arianna will come around, family are close. She feels as if she's betrayed them." He sighs and yet understands women more than me. I'll never understand why women behave the way they do.

I nod in agreement; I do understand her feelings. And I suppose I would indeed feel the same way.

"How's your stubborn friend?" My father asks and raises his brow, I look at him and release a small smirk as I know exactly who he's talking about.

"Bruno is better." I add and my father's smile enlarges gladly.

"I knew I'd fix him up." I laugh and my father stares at me he looks sad and depressed. I'm unsure to why he does but I guess I won't truly find out.

"I know women are a handful but they are amazing. Especially your mother." I look at him as he gets onto our previous subject.

"She's always been amazing... And the day we were told Gerome died... It was the worst news in our lives." My father sighs and the liquid begin to form in his eyes, I've never really seen my father cry, I never thought he would either.

"Gerome was a great kid, he was growing and becoming so, so cleaver. But those bastards killed him." My father's voice deepens and turns to anger. I can feel the stress he is under and how he is feeling, I felt like shit when my brother died, I looked up to him. So only knows how my parents were feeling to have their son taken away from them.

"Enzo, they are bad people and they are after blood." My father looks at me with a worry painted upon his face.

"A war is coming and I can feel it." Is he in denial?

"A war?" I repeat and my father nods repeatedly.

"They've been after that family for years and years, they went after it when Luca was the leader. Lucky enough not many lives were taken."

"I'm worried Enzo, something unpleasant will happen and it'll tear people apart. Bruno's attack was just the beginning, there is more and I feel it. If it doesn't happen now then it'll happen when either Bruno or Dante are leading the mafia...Or perhaps... Both." The worry in my father's voice only made me worry too, it made me feel on guard and ready to fight. But how will we know when they attack, that's the question.

"It'll all be alright dad." I tried to reassure him, unsure to whether it's working or not. He forced out a small smile out.

My father left me in the kitchen alone, walking further and further away from me to get back into his bed. I felt bad because I probably disturbed him but I didn't do it on purpose.

I put the water back into the fridge and close the light which powered over the kitchen counters. The kitchen was suddenly pitch black with no dimness in sight, I glance around and manage to walk out of the kitchen door way and into the hallway.

I grab the banister and held it tightly, holding myself up as I walk up the cold stairs which welcomed on my feet.

I sigh as soon as I reach the top of the stairs, they were much narrower compared to the stairs at Nicolas' mansion. I made my way back to my old bedroom to where I slept when I was younger and memories hit me like a rocket.

I used to spy out of the window and watch exactly what people used to do, my mother and father knew I wanted to be a well-known business man, but that changed as I got older. What spying has got to do with business... I don't know.

I suppose it wasn't really spying, it was just the fact that I was interested in what everyone else was going with their lives.

I close my bedroom door and stop myself from retrieving all of these memories. I stroll to my bed and lay myself down, forcing myself to just look up to the ceiling and stop thinking about particular people.

I try to shut my eyes to stop thinking of her. But I just couldn't, to stop myself from thinking about her is almost like a chore I don't want to do.

I want to picture her in my mind, picture that we are in fact okay and we're not disappointing one another.

Her words hurt yesterday, fucking hurt. Her words cut like a knife in my chest and at the moment I don't know whether to pull the knife and let myself suffer, or keep it in... Either way I'll suffer.

𝐀 𝐑 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎

Staring up at the ceiling certainly didn't do me any favours, my mind was too busy hunting down any memories that had happened recently...the good and the bad.

I couldn't believe I was so selfish to want something off of someone as my cousin was getting shot at and could've potentially died.

It was awful to think about, terrible in fact. If I ever told Nicolas that was what was going on as his son was shot, he'd be horrified- And honestly, I don't blame him, I'm horrified enough myself.

My actions always cause consequences, but this consequence was massive... Too large in fact it's made me re-think some decisions.

I decide to pull out my phone at witness the glow of the time. I groan and reality hit that it was in fact, one o'clock in the morning.

I sent Elisa a message without expecting an instant reply.

'Of course, I'll go out tomorrow, we can get a milkshake or something and discuss whatever is on your mind x'

I find myself smiling at my best friend's words. She's always been there for me whenever I've needed help, I'll definitely forever appreciate it and her.

I reply back saying thank you and turn my phone off, I find myself curiously staring at Enzo's number right next to the dial button. I'm unsure of what I'm doing but I press it. I hold the phone close to my ear almost hoping for a pickup. But no...

I decide to get out of bed and turn my phone off, completely. I can't witness the bright light any longer, it's already made my mind believing that I'm awake. I grab a chair and sit it directly next to the window, I stare out... Far and wide and witness the beauty of the sky.

The stars are painted on beautifully on top of the dark sky. Their light shines so bright through the window it almost looks like it shifts at each angle. I then begin to wonder that every darkness has its light, no matter if it's small or large.

I just don't have my own light. I'm too consumed with darkness that I can't even handle the light that comes through. I shut away and hide myself.

A tiny knock arrives at my door and curiosity makes my mind wonder who it could possibly be at this time.

I open my bedroom door and find my uncle Nicolas standing tall and worry written across his face.

"Is everything okay?" I ask wondering what it is, shock does suddenly consume me as he's arrived back in Italy so late.

"Yes, Where's Bruno?" He asks in a whispering tone; I shut the bedroom door and close the coconut smell behind-Blocking it from escaping.

"This way." I announce and begin to walk down the cold stairs, holding onto the banister for support. I stare back behind me and hope to see Nicolas. I do and continue to walk until a large bang approaches on the front double doors. I stare at Nicolas and we both give a look of confusion.