I decide that I should stay up a bit later so maybe I will have a good sleep tonight, plus I slept most of the day away so it would be smarter if I did. So I went down the hallway, back to the stairs and went down into the living room. Macie was there wrapped up in a blanket watching some kind of drama show.

"Can I join you?" I ask quietly from the doorway, without moving her eyes from the screen she cleared the spot beside her on the couch and gestured for me to sit. So I did, I sat down and we watched three hourly episodes of her favorite soap. It was very old, called the Bold and Beautiful. Finally at 11pm she stretched and yawned.

"Guess it is bed time my dear. I always get carried away watching my soap." she smiles as she cleans up the couch. "Tomorrow morning if you are feeling better we can discuss the situation and what is going to happen from here, again that is only if you feel up to it." she makes sure to stress that it is up to me when we discuss things. I go up to her and wrap my arms around her in a hug, showing my appreciation for everything she has done through that hug.

She hugs me back and whispers in my ear, "Charlie loved you and always said he would do anything for you. Now he is watching over you, making sure that you are taken care of. That is what I believe, he is watching over us all. Just remember his smile and you will never have to do anything alone my dear." with a watery smile she lets go and goes up stairs to bed.

I go into the kitchen, pour a glass of water and take it up to my room with me. I think over her words and agree. He would never leave me alone if he could help it, which means he is guiding me. I shut the lights off, strip to my undies and crawl into the bed, closing my eyes I remember him back then, and compare him to when I met him again. With a smile on my face, and thoughts of Charlie I fall asleep instantly.

The next morning I wake up around 7:30am on my own, so I pick out clean clothes from the closet and decide to have a shower. I feel gross and need to freshen up, so I wash myself, dry off and just throw my hair up into a messy bun and get dressed in a pair of leggings and a baggy tee shirt. I head down to the kitchen and I can smell the food, so I know someone is awake.

I come into the kitchen to see both George and Macie having coffee together while two of the kitchen staff are cooking. One of the staff sees me and greets me as she is frying bacon.

"Good morning Miss Naomie, would you like coffee this morning?" I smile and nod yes as I sit down at the table. I greet both Macie and George as a cup of coffee is set down in front of me.

"Good morning my dear, how did you sleep last night?" Macie questions as I fix my coffee with cream and sugar.

"It was actually really good, thank you again for the room." they both grinned.

"It is our pleasure my dear." George answered, "Do you feel capable of discussing things at this time?" he asks, sitting back in his chair. I think about it, can I handle things? I ache, my heart hurts from his loss, but it isn't as bad as it was yesterday. I nod my head yes, I think I can handle things.

"Okay, well after you passed out Vincent called Marshal and they met here. You were left in our care as this is only Martshal's summer home. Vincent lead the plan to take over Arthur and with the plan made they left. I am waiting to hear news, last I heard was that Arthur was running." George got straight to the point.

"Once they succeed," he gives his wife a stern look, she turns sheepish and pretends to ignore him before he continues, "then you will be going back with the Ricco family, they said they feel responsible and plan to take care of you. If you want details then you will have to discuss them with Antonio as he is the one that made his demands very clear." Macie smiles as she finishes explaining things to me.

I didn't know how to feel so I plastered a smile on my face and drank my coffee until my breakfast was made and set on the table. Breakfast was the same as supper last night, Macie and George made small talk and I sat silent and ate.

After food both Macie and George had things to do, George was in his office on the phone and Macie had to leave the house. So I sat on the couch with tea trying to relax and waist time but it wasn't working very good. My mind was wandering, it was such a mess that nothing I thought made sense. Eventually I zoned out and stopped thinking, just staring off into space. The door opening and closing caused me to snap out of my daze.

"Ah Naomie, you look well little uccello." Antonio stood in the doorway, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. I notice he is dressed to impress, a fancy suit, tie and shiny shoes, his hair is gelled back to perfection.

"Antonio, thank you." is all I said, he just nodded his head as George came down the stairs to greet him.

"Ah Antonio, I am guessing things have been dealt with if you are gracing us with your presence." George smiles as they shake hands then make their way over to sit with me in the living room. 

"Yes, everything has gone in our favor, currently Marshal and my father are making alliances, meetings and such like. I am here for Naomie," he turns his gaze to mine. "I am taking you to Vincent and he is taking you home while father and I finish getting things set up with Marshal." his gaze doesn't seem to be as intimidating right now. He isn't gazing at me as a stranger to be leery of, I was at minimum friend.

"Wonderful news." George smiled, one of the ladies who serve meals comes in with coffee for everyone and some cookies. They set things up on the table in the middle, Antonio is on the couch beside me while George sat on the chair to the left so the men could still talk.

"So how is Marshal handling things?" George questions, clearly being concerned for his son.

"He is a natural actually," I stared at him in disbelief, this man never compliments. "Close your mouth little uccello, I am capable of complimenting when it is deserved." he smirks at he as I close my mouth and grab a cookie, stuffing it in my mouth to make sure it stays closed now. They both chuckle at me as they continue talking about Marshal and how he is doing.

They are interrupted by Macie coming home, she comes inside with a few bags and joins us in the living room, sitting on the chair beside me.

"Hello, its a pleasure to see you again Antonio. I hope all went well?" she inquired, George filled her in.

"Yes it did my sweets. He was just informing me of how good Marshal is handling things and that he will be taking Naomie home as well." she smiles and claps her hands.

"Wonderful news all around, although we do wish you didn't have to leave so soon, but I understand that it is time to get home." Macie smiled kindly at me. I returned her smile. 

"Well I do apologize for cutting our visit short, but Naomie we must leave now, my brother is waiting for us." I gave Macie and George a hug, thanked them for everything and they made sure to let me know that I was expected to stay in touch and that I am welcome to visit any time I need or want.

Once we got in the limo the ride was quiet, Antonio was off in his own world so I just enjoyed the quiet and watched the scenery fly by. Once we stopped the door was opened by Vincent, he helped me out and crushed me into his chest, hugging me like he never wanted to let go.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his grip tightened, he buried his face into my neck and just took in my scent. Once he calmed down he let me go and blushed as I looked into his eyes. 

"Sorry, I was just happy to see you. I was worried about you." he let me go and let me move out of the way so his brother could get out.

"Thank you, I don't appreciate being held up like that because you got emotional." he gave his brother a pointed look. Vincent's response was to just roll his eyes and put an arm around my waist and lead me away.

"See you in a week Antonio." Vincent called as he lead me towards his bright yellow mustang. He opened the door and helped me in, closed the door and walked over to the driver side. I got to admire his ass in a pair of jeans, which he fills out well. He gets in the car, his tee shirt fitting tight against his muscles. I look ahead feeling ashamed at how I just checked him out, I know he is attractive but, I feel guilt flood my veins as my thoughts go back to Charlie for the millionth time today.

"Take your time Naomie. I promise that everything will be okay." with that we took off back to their mansion out side of town. During the drive I sorted out my thoughts as good as I can. Can things be okay again? Maybe. I just have to take things day by day and then maybe, just maybe, I will be okay at least. This makes me want to just enjoy what is happening now, because nothing in the future is promised. Today may be your last day on earth, so fuck it, do what you want. Don't worry about things you can't change and just live your best life, because you only get one.

I smiled to myself as we pulled up to the gate, it opened up and once we passed the threshold I felt like this is what was meant to happen. I will be okay with time and effort, the friends I have made will make sure of that. With that the gate closed and I laid my head back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath I whispered, "I'm home." Vincent took my hand and gave it a squeeze as he pulls into the driveway, our family home.