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Kasia

I've been getting donuts at my work for two days now since Kyle went to Silver's house. I don't know if he went to coerce Silver to apologize or berate Silver to apologize–the action is appreciated–but I don't want it.

I'm obviously eating the donuts, but I don't accept the apology–no, I do accept, but I'm doing anything romantic or sexual with Silver again. I gotta be real with myself; plus, Brady and I are going strong. We've been dating for two weeks now, and I'm happy for myself for accomplishing something.

I like that Silver is getting me donuts, I love the attention I was getting from him, and the little voice in my head was telling me to give him a chance–but my mature side was reeling me back to reality by overshadowing the nagging naive one at all times.

Donuts are not how you apologize for utterly disrespecting a person and making them feel so worthless right after sex.

I sighed, I ate the donuts with Latara and Yana, but I hadn't spoken to Silver or broken up with Brady to be with him. That will never happen.

I couldn't wait for Friday to come so I could talk and get drunk; the last two Fridays were ranted and breaking shit; I didn't mean to break. Now, I'm ready to hear about everything; I'm ready to stop sulking and making everything about me.

I tried not to, but every time one of them asked how I was doing since the Silver ordeal, I'd just break out in a rant. Now, I'm calm. I'm collected.

I walked out of the operating room after discarding my excess clothes. I've been consulting and doing surgeries the whole day after eating donuts. I even had to push my break back, so I was going to take a quick nap before Brady came to see me.

"Kasia,"

I didn't pay attention to the voice, I just turned around because I was annoyed and tired, and I wanted to sleep, but someone's bitch ass was keeping me out here–until I saw who it was. "What, Silver?" I turned around and continued to walk, knowing he'd follow me.

And he did.

"It's been four weeks." He said, entering the break room with me.

"And so what?" I started to sound like my mother, but I didn't care. "Go away. I'm with someone else."

He grimaced. "I gave you donuts."

I rolled my eyes. "Silver, that is not how you apologize–"

"I told you that is how I know to apologize–plus, they're my favorite." He mumbled like a child, scratching his head. I wasn't about to be fooled by this act, though.

I scoffed, ignoring how adorable he was. "I'm not stupid, Silver. This is how you won me over the first time," I stalked closer. "You were being cute and hot and romantic and nice–pretending to be persuasive. You can stop now. You got what you wanted."

"Kasia, I already apologized for what I said–"

"No!" I yelled out but stopped myself. I breathed in and out. "No, you didn't, Silver. Handing me a box of donuts isn't an apology, and even if you do apologize, we're only going to be...friends."

"Fuck no. Get rid of that bitch. You're mine."

"I–no–you know what," I scoffed to myself. "You can sit here and watch me sleep while you figure out how to apologize like a thirty-five-year-old man should."

"Apologies don't fucking matter," he said bitterly. "If there is no action."

I groaned. "Please let me know what your actions are?"

Silver shrugged. "Harassing you until you realize I want you. I didn't mean to say what I said, I just got into an argument with Natalia, and she threatened a custody battle that she'd obviously win. I wasn't thinking."

"I'm not going to be your punching bag when you get upset at your baby mama," I said, sitting down and getting myself comfortable.

"Kasia–"

"Silver, let me go–"

"I'm sorry." He gritted out, his face pained and uncomfortable. I then realized that maybe Silver had a deep-rooted problem that I didn't understand. That was probably why his eyes were lifeless at so many points in time and why it was so hard for him to communicate or even process a feeling that wasn't anger.

Who did this to him?

I frowned. "Who are you, Silver? Who made you like this?" I asked genuinely–but I watched him shut off.

He glared at me. "I didn't come here to talk about myself. I came here to get another chance from you, but since today was some sort of a failure, I'll come another day." He moved toward the door.

"Wait," I watched him pause. "I forgive you, Silver. You can leave with that,"

He gave me an unreadable expression before furrowing his brows and nodding. I sighed. I didn't even know how I was still alive talking to a man like Silver–a man as traumatized–better yet, I don't even know how I got him to keep coming back to me for fucking sex.

Anyway, I only got thirty minutes of sleep before Brady came. We talked about his job and how I should work out with him, and I felt pressured to do so and be fit because he's a personal trainer. I'm a personal trainer's girlfriend–and even though my stomach doesn't hang out, it still protrudes when I sit down, and I have love handles that annoy the fuck out of me. Yana's stomach doesn't do that. Latara's doesn't do that either.

I wish I had a body like theirs.

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After I was done working, it was 3 A.M., and I was beyond pissed that I went over my shift. I was so tired, so when I walked into the apartment, and the place was dark, my clumsy sleep-deprived self tripped and stumbled, missing the light switch. I groaned and stood back up, no longer knowing where the switch was and too tired to look. It took everything I had not to stay on the ground and sleep. "Kyle?!"

There was no answer, so I checked the FindMyIphone app, and Kyle's phone wasn't there and was at his boyfriend's house. So, now I know what he's doing.

I groaned and stomped like a little girl because I didn't want to do all this work being so tired. I finally managed to find the light switch and turned on the lights.

Immediately after the lights flashed on, I was looking at a gun barrel to my face. I yelped, raising my hands slowly, careful not to move or jump back so I wouldn't get shot. "Sit down." He growled, grabbing my arm and pushing me onto the chair.

Then he went back and turned off all the damn lights again. Man, all I wanted to do was sleep; now I got a gun pointed at my head at 3 in the morning after work.

Tears of frustration and fear ran down my cheeks. "Please, I haven't done anything–"

The gun hit my head. "Shut up!" He grabbed my cheeks. "Now, call Othello, and bait him here. We have some business."

"But–"

"Do it!" He boomed, making me jump.

"Ok, ok!" I dialed his number, and he immediately picked up–thank god.

"What? I'm at Grayson's house." He whined.

"I know, but I need some help; my mother has somebody at our house, and she wants me to bring some food over."

"Girl," he sighed, shuffling. "Ok, I'm coming." He immediately hung up, and I praised god he didn't shout that he knew someone was in the house.

I pressed the mute button and unmuted it, so he only got the information that someone was in the house.

"Good girl," the guy said. "Maybe I won't kill you."

I nodded, tears gathering in my eyes. This time, Silver wasn't here to kill him. "Please, it's not me that you want."

"It doesn't matter," he gritted out, hurting me with the gun again. "If you mean something to the Moretto family, then you're someone I'm going to hurt too,"

"I–I'm just his roommate!" I cried, a headache ripping through my head due to the gun continuously hitting my head. "I don't even know why you want him; Kyle's a regular citizen."

The man laughed out loud. "Othello is a part of the mafia, he and his brothers. They're dangerous people. Not regular citizens."

My mouth gaped open, but before I could say anything, the guy's head was blown off from behind, and the lights turned on. "K–Kyle?!" I stuttered when I saw the big ass gun in his hand.

He sighed. "Silver shouldn't have left you unprotected," he muttered to himself, frowning.

"So...then it's true," I said, my voice wavering. "You're in the mafia?"

Kyle bit his lip before rolling his eyes, throwing his hands up, and groaning dramatically. "Fine! That was the controversial side of my family."

I didn't know what to say; I couldn't. My headache had grown so painful that it was threatening to make me vomit. I was fighting to keep my vision steady, but after what Kyle said, I didn't think I wanted to be conscious anymore. 

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