As I drove away from Samira's college my emotions bubbled up in me even further. It ripped onto my stirring wheel even tighter sensing a growl arising into my throat. As I pulled It and onto onto the main road. Arriving at the closets stop light. Slamming my hands on my stirring wheel. I let out a low snarl feeling myself losing control. The anger was rising through my body. I could feel it with every turn I made. 

I was jealous. I could feel it. That's normal, but this kind of jealous only made me more aggravated.  Samira didn't deserve what was coming for her, at least as far as I could see. As soon as she turned he would flip her over just how he did Amelia. As much as Amelia deserves this Samira doesn't. I could tell that he loved her sure, but he's not ready for that shit.

He's not ready for a serious person to love. He talked about her tie and time again but I don't see this for him. She's no where near a trained submissive, she doesn't even fully understand BDSM. As beautiful as she is, and as much as they love each other I cannot imagine a world in which they workout. 

It irked me deeply for Dominic to see that, and know exactly what I was thinking just by the way he looked me up and down. I growled as my car started to push eighty, I was taking every damn shortcut I could think off to get back home. Dominic was about to hear everything I had to say regardless s to what he wanted. He shouldn't be getting her hopes up. When he got me involved with this mission he claimed he missed his "girl bestfriend" not that he was in love with her. Or that he wanted to damn near kidnap her. I didn't even fully understand what happened to between her and Rowell Spade. I was informed of a request with a pretty woman and accepted like a fucking fool. 

Not to mention, that I was naturally a jealous person. Seeing him that happy after all this years of always being together, of always being in pain together. He finally claimed that he found "his reason to go on", every time we drove by and saw her. I thought his will to live was platonic. I couldn't even fully understand why I was so mad but I knew that this needed to be let out. Sooner rather then later. I drove straight into the garage, parking quickly and jogging to the elevator.

I snarled at the memory of Samira trying to spark a conversation. What the fuck was I supposed to say? "Well I'm mad because you and Dominic are together." I don't want sound like a fucking fool. This truly was important regardless. I reached Dominics floor barging in and grabbing him by his collar. He was wearing his normal work attire styling his hair in the bathroom.

"Lorenzo! What the fuck is wrong with you! Sei un fottuto sciocco!" Dominic shoved me off of him. Anger flaring up in his eyes.

"Sei il fottuto sciocco!" I shoved him back, as my hands curled into a fists.

"Come! Dimmi come!" ~Dominic

"Interpreterai Samira per cominciare, cazzo!" ~Lorenzo

"What makes you say that?" I could sense Dominic getting as mad as I was. He put his hair products down and stated to curl his fist as I glared into his eyes, getting closer to him and snarling. We we're chest to chest at this point. I could feel my jaw clenching as my muscles flexed through my leather jacket. I searched his eyes before opening my mouth and letting the next set of words fall out of my mouth.

"Il tuo passato Dominic. Every plan you've made surrounding her! Why the fuck would you ruin the one good thing you have going for you're self! Innamorarsi è fottutamente stupido!"

"I know what the fucking problem is! It's not me and Samira it's about you're dead girlfriend. You look at Samira how you looked at her! Why the fuck are you blaming me for your shit life!" I felt my entire body tense as he went to swing at his face. He grabbed my arm and twisted it glaring me down the whole time.

"You went to fucking far. Leave Via out of you're bullshit! You're just mad that I'm right." I felt my entire being begin to weaken. I wouldn't subside and let him win this argument, but his words did hit me deeply. Via died on a mission with me, which is why me and Dominic we're so close. We helped each other through out worsts moments. Maybe I was mad that I couldn't have my will to live but me looking at Samira how I used to look at her? No fucking way. Via was..

Via was everything Samira is..

I felt Dominic's attitude lighten as he released my arm, pulling me into a hug, as I slowly wrapped my arm around him sighing. I felt weak, I missed Via every aching moment. I didn't think  would go on without her. The only time I didn't think of her, allowing our memories of each other to consume my mind was when I was around Samira. Since they we're so similar, my brain must have made it easier for me to feel protective off her. Even there height was similar.

I felt Dominic squeeze me slightly as he sighed, rubbing my back before his body fully relaxed as I felt my eyes begin to water. I missed Via with everything I had in me. My body earned for anything near her, even if that crave led me straight to my grave. Now the crave was leading to something I could never have.

"Do you love her?" I sighed as I broke out of the hug. Straightening up my shirt nd holding my arm. He always had such a tight grip. I quickly blinked the tears forming in my eyes away meeting Dominic's. I could sense his empathy for me as I cleared my throat.

"I love her with everything I've got." I felt my heart begin to ache how it did when I saw Via, she collapsed on the ground. I heard the gunshot fire but I didn't believe it. I couldn't. As soon as I realized I wanted to run and hold her. Tell her she'd be alright. Yet, we we're still being held at gun point. She didn't take the shot. I never understood why she didn't take the shot. Regardless I took out the rest of the man standing in the way of our mission and ran to her. Holding her close. she was still breathing. I thought maybe, she would live. I picked her up and started running to the nearest medical tent. I didn't care, I had damn near lost my mind in those couple minutes. 

When I was only steps away, she tugged on my collar. A smile painted on her face as she kissed my jaw, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering to me, "Ti amo, doofus" her grip loosened and she passed. Blood dripping down her chest. I fell to my knees. I couldn't bare the pain of her lose. I got up and went right back in, thinking that I would be a deadman. That's when our mafia started to spread across Scotland. I was ready for death, and instead I was declared victory. Each and every mission following I hoped that I would die. I still do. 

"Then hold her close to you're heart." I gave a fake smile before heading out of his condo. I knew I'd have to suck it up and see him tomorrow but there was an eruption of emotions alarming within me. I needed to clear my head before I had to see Samira again tomorrow. I hated being angry with her. She didn't deserve it. I really just wanted to keep her safe.