Amora. 

What does he think of me? Like treats me like a child, always patting my head and searching for me like I am going to harm myself.

Or maybe he thinks I am going to run away. Maybe.

But whatever it is, he has to stop.

I get out of the room and go to the dinner table, waiting for him. How long is he going to take?

I sigh and look at the stairs, and finally, like a king, he comes down, I scoff at him. He is trying to tie his cufflinks. He is just like Dad. My dad always can't tie his cufflinks, and he always needs his mom to help him.

He sits down on the chair and continues to try to tie his cufflinks. "can I try?" I say, seeing him struggle and frustration on his face. He looks so cute with a small frown on his head and his eyes showing confusion.

He looks up at me and forwards his hand. I take the cufflinks and easily put them on, if mom was not there to do it for Dad, I would do it, and I still don't understand how tying cufflinks is hard, it's so easy.

"done"

He stares at me, his eyes not leaving my face as if he is taking every detail of my face. The colour of my eyes, to the lips. "I am hungry, can we eat?" I say as my stomach begs for food.

He nods, and I start eating the food like a fucking animal.

I am an animal when it comes to food, and I came to that basis with the stuffed food inside my mouth yesterday.

"after you are done eating, moglie. Get ready"
"for what?" I speak with my mouth still in my mouth.

"to meet my parents," I cough as the news of meeting his parents reaches my ears, what the hell? We are going to meet his parents, and he didn't tell me. What is wrong with him? He pats my back and makes me drink water as I cough.

"you're good?" he asks when I finally can control my coughing. I nod, "you didn't think to tell me that we are meeting your parents"

I ask him. What did he think?

"it was decided when I changed my clothes"
"What?" confused.

"When I was wearing my clothes, Dad called. I told him everything, and my mom has been pretty persistent in getting me married, so I told him that I got the one, the girl I want to marry, and they wanted to meet you"

I blink my eyes at a fast speed, not able to process the information he just said. He just casually told his parents that he chose a girl, no, won a girl, and he is marrying her, and they are okay.

I take a sip of water. "do they know I am married?" I ask him, taking a sip of water, feeling my throat go completely dry at the news he just said.

"yeah, and they even said okay for the wedding," I spit out the water, making the water slap off his face as I cough. His parents are okay with us marrying. What in the world is happening?

Am i in a parrellal universe?
Or maybe in my dream, and I a struck here.

There is no way; he is a capo.

I look at him, still in his place, water on his face. His face holding no emtions. I try to search for any cloth I can find that can help me wipe his face. I am so stupid, so stupid. I just spit out water on a capo.

A capo, the love of my life, and my crush.

My life couldn't get better.

Not finding any cloth, I take my sleeve and wipe his face, and he doesn't say anything, just looks in front. I bite my lips, afraid of his reaction. What will he do? If this had happened with Rocco, he would have dragged me to his room and beat me with a belt. I know at what things he gets mad.

But with him, I don't know what he is going to do. Is he going to slap me? Is he going to shake me up a bit? Speak in a loud, scary voice, warn me? I don't know.

I am so scared of Rocco; I would predict what he was going to do, but with him. I don't know; my hand start shaking, I hold it to stop it from shaking. Rocco did not like it when I used to shake when he was making me shouting at me when I did not listen to me, disobey him, or do something bad.

I hug myself, afraid of him, hoping the ground opens up and slows me.

What am I going to do?

What is going to happen to me?

He is going to hit me and give me back to Rocco. And then Rocco is going to beat him more, thinking I went with him. Rocco is going to kill him. Oh my god, what do I do? He is going to kill me.