Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Breakfast

“Good morning, Luna,” Bebe said, smiling at me.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling back. I walked into the kitchen where she was making breakfast and washed my hands.

“Can you tell me about Johnathan?” she asked as I started on the eggs.

“Yeah,” I mumbled halfheartedly before telling her everything. I turned around to face her when I didn’t get a response to see tears in her eyes.

My eyes widened as I looked her over, trying to make sure she wasn’t hurt. She ran into my arms and squeezed me tightly.

“I’m so sorry you went through that,” she whispered. I shut my eyes tightly as I slowly wrapped my arms around her. I released a shaky breath as tears started to run down my cheeks.

“At first, when I woke up, I thought it was all a bad dream.

“I made so many excuses for him because I loved him and I just wanted him to come back to me and tell me everything was going to be okay, but he just disappeared.

“I locked myself in my room and cried for weeks, begging him to come back,” I admitted shakily.

“Why?” she asked, pulling away to look at me.

“Everything that happened was my fault. I knew the rules, but I didn’t listen. I loved him more than anything else in the world and I just wanted him back,” I said, shaking my head.

“You still think it’s your fault, don’t you?” she asked softly.

I took a deep breath and gave her a weak smile before pulling away and wiping the tears off my cheeks. I turned back toward the food and put it on plates.

I started to walk toward the door when I realized Giovanni, Alex, Lorenzo, Dimitri, and Alessandro were standing in the doorway.

“You never told me any of that,” Alex mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“Why? So you can tell me how fucked up in the head I am? I already know, Alex,” I said, walking past him and setting the plates on the table.

The boys walked into the kitchen and came out holding plates. They set them on the table and we waited for Giovanni’s dad before we all dug in.

“What happened?” Mr. Russo asked, looking around the table. Everybody was quiet and nobody would make eye contact with anybody else.

“I’m screwed up in the head,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on my food.

“What?” he asked.

I slowly looked up with tears in my eyes and shrugged, giving him a sad smile. Bebe tapped his hand and shook her head.

“Are we done?” she asked, standing up and grabbing her plate. Nobody answered her, but we all grabbed our own plates before following her into the kitchen and washing our plates.

I ignored everybody and went into Giovanni’s room. I walked into his bathroom and took a shower, letting myself cry.

I stepped out of the bathroom and jumped as I noticed Giovanni sitting on the bed. He slowly looked me up and down before walking up to me. Every step he took toward me I took one back.

“You can talk to me,” he whispered, resting his hands on my cheeks. I leaned into his touch as I looked into his eyes.

“I’m fucked up,” I mumbled, shaking my head. He smiled sadly at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as I leaned my forehead against his. He gently dropped me on the bed and pulled the towel off before taking off his suit and dropping it on the ground.

He walked into his closet and came out wearing sweatpants. My eyes landed on his six-pack, and I slowly licked my lips as he walked up to me.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He kept his eyes on mine as he kneeled down. I propped myself on my elbows as I watched him curiously.

He winked at me before grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to him. My breath hitched in my throat as he started to eat me out.

“G-Giovanni,” I moaned softly. I felt him smirk as I fell onto my back.

My breathing started to come out heavier as I started to see stars. I felt him gently place his thumb on my clit, and he started to rub it.

His grip on me tightened as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Giovanni,” I moaned again, shutting my eyes tightly. He started to spell his name with his tongue, and by the time he got to the last “I” I was a squirming mess.

I came into his mouth and shook as he started to lick it up. He stood up, gently dropping my legs on the bed, and pulled out a pair of panties before slowly sliding them up my legs.

He climbed into the bed next to me and gently kissed the top of my head before kissing my lips deeply. I smiled tiredly as we pulled away from each other.

“Where are you going?” he asked as I started to climb out of the bed.

“I need clothes,” I mumbled, gesturing toward my body.

He smirked and grabbed my hand, pulling me into him. He slowly looked down at my breasts that were placed firmly against his chest before looking back into my eyes.

“You’re not screwed up in the head,” he whispered, kissing my lips gently.

I smiled as I kissed him back.

“GIOVANNI!” Alessandro yelled, barging into the room.

Giovanni flew on top of me, covering my body with his own. “What?” he growled, anger dancing in his eyes as he looked at Alessandro.

“Get to your office now,” he said before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Giovanni rolled his eyes and kissed my lips softly before climbing off me.

“I’ll be back,” he said softly.

“Can I come?” I asked, sitting up.

“Are you sure you wanna be a part of this?” he asked, kneeling in front of me.

I nodded my head, and he softly kissed the top of my head before walking into his closet.

I walked in after him and grabbed a bra before putting it on. I turned to face Giovanni, and he handed me one of his hoodies and I pulled it on, letting it swallow me.

I grabbed some shorts and pulled them on. Giovanni kissed my lips softly and took my hand in his.

We walked into his office where his parents, Alessandro, Dimitri, Lorenzo, and Alex were waiting for him. He sat behind his desk and pulled me onto his lap.

I sat sideways and leaned my forehead against his chest. I started to run my fingers through his hair, avoiding Alex’s gaze.

“He blew up one of the safe houses,” Alessandro said, pacing the room.

My hand froze in Giovanni’s hair, and he looked down at me.

“Were there people in the building?” I asked softly.

Alessandro stopped pacing and turned to face us. He looked at Giovanni and slowly nodded his head.

“There were one hundred and fifty people in there. Only one survived,” Alessandro said, looking at Giovanni.

My breath hitched in my throat and I shut my eyes tightly. Before anybody could say anything, a guard ran through the door, panting heavily.

“Don, I’m sorry to interrupt, but he just blew up another one. There were no survivors, but he left a note,” he said, handing Giovanni his phone.

“‘Give her back or I’ll keep killing until tomorrow,’” Giovanni read out loud.

Everybody’s eyes landed on me and I slowly nodded my head.

“How many people were in there?” Alex asked.

“One hundred. It was the warehouse. The product was destroyed,” he responded, taking his phone back.

I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair. “Set up a meeting with him,” I said, looking up at the guard and standing behind Giovanni’s chair.

“WHAT?” everybody yelled.

“He’s going to keep killing people until he gets what he wants. So we’ll give him what he wants,” I said, keeping my eyes on the guard.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” they yelled.

“He’s killed two hundred and forty-nine people,” I said, looking around at them.

“Luna, no. You said it yourself—he’ll kill you,” Alex said, standing up and walking up to me.

“I don’t care. I’m not worth dying over,” I said, shaking my head.

“Don’t set up ~shit~. Everybody get the fuck out,” Giovanni growled.

Everybody started to step out of the room, and I quietly walked around Giovanni so I was standing in front of him. I sat on his desk and pulled his seat closer, but he wouldn’t look up at me.

“Giovanni, people are dying because of me,” I whispered, trying to get him to look at me.

“I am not letting you go back to that,” he said, closing his eyes tightly.

“It’s not your choice, Giovanni,” I said, frowning.

“I don’t give a damn. I’m not gonna let you do that,” he growled, looking up at me.

“Fuck you,” I said, pushing him away from me and hopping off the desk.

He grabbed my arm as I started to walk out of his office. He put me on his desk and kissed my lips harshly as he stood between my legs.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, pulling away from me. He leaned his forehead against mine, keeping his eyes closed.

“I can’t keep letting people die for me,” I said, resting my hands on his cheeks.

“Just give me time. Let me think of something else, please,” he begged, opening his eyes.

My heart broke as I looked into his eyes, and I found myself nodding slowly.