A Love Restored

Chapter 162

POV – JulianOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

There are way too many fucking people here. Mariano had told me it would be a small gathering. Family, Friends, Just a small, official announcement. He’s invited everyone, though. People from other families. And the Spanish have invited their people. And Nur’s friends. Fucking chicks. Children.

“So, Dante, where will you two honeymoon? Some dumbass redhead who is friends with Nua asks me. She’s been pestering me for a while. I glare at Nua. She wanted to have her friends here? I don’t care. Why the fuck are they near me?

Nua shrinks, and quietly makes an excuse, leading her friend away from me. I’m just hanging out alone in a corner, occasionally talking to people if they’re important

“Another one of the same.” I order the bartender, pointing to my drink. He makes one quickly, and I down it in one shot. It burns my fucking party is more bearable this way.

1 go over to Isabelle and pull her by the arm. I’m gonna leave.” I tell her.

She frowns. “No, you’re not, You’ve been here less than an hour.”

Fucking hell.

Just then, I see Nico walk in. Isabelle waves at him frantically, and he smiles at her. When he sees me,

Well yeah, I fucking hate you too.

his gaze turns hard.

threat.

He makes his way over to us and chats with Isabelle, completely ignoring me. When she leaves, I leave no time to grill him. Fucking asshole.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I say through gritted teeth. “Did you bring Ginevra?”

But this

He scoffs. “As if she wants to see

nts to see your

face.”

Of course she fucking doesn’t.

“I don’t want to be here, okay? I’ll stay for a while then leave.” He says.

I nod. Good fucking riddance.

“Won’t you introduce me to the Capa Bastone? Nico smiles. His face looks so punchable right now.

“Of course, I will.” I smile back so

sourly.

I call over Nus, and introduce her to Nico. He’s very polite over her, and she fawns over him, giggling like a little girl. Once she leaves, he’s back on ny

“That’s a kid.” He says. “I’m younger than you and I wouldn’t date her,”

“Yeah,” I agree, “Cause you with you?”

I don’t see the punch coming. He swings so hard it knocks the breath out of me for a moment. I can’t believe he hit me.

Pjust want to dute the girl who doesnt like you that way. Tell me, Nico, are you planning to fuck her

that she’s living

As if I’m going to stand here and fucking take this shit.

I grab him by the collar and hit him in the nose, but Nico is quick, he kicks my shin. I fall down, and then he’s on top of me, raining do punch.

down punch after

I’m not aware of anything except the fact that he’s hitting me, and the fact that I’m hitting him, and then Mariano pulls him off of me.

I come to my senses. Nua is sobbing. Isabelle is consoling her. Mariano is…fuming.

Emilio comes to his son’s side, and snaps at him, “What the fuck, Nico?”

IA

“He’s a fucking asshole, he deserves this,” Nich seethes.

“I can’t stay here another moment.” I let out. Tuck you, Nien. You took the easy way out. You’re being a fucking dick because you don’t know what the fuck its like for the rest of us”

I stalk out of the house, unable to breathe. I don’t think I can look at any of these fucking people and not murder one of them.

1 take a swig from my flask of whiskey. My vision is hazy. My head feels heavy. I need to see my Ginevra,

I know it’s not the best decision to be driving right now. But I do. I need to go to her. I get in my car and drive to Nicorn place, knowing she is there. I just know,

I park my car somewhere on the side of a road, and run upstairs to Nico’s apartment. The lift is occupied, and I have the adrenaline. I kandi on the door, and Ginevra opens up.

God. Sweet fucking Jesus.

She is so lovely. I havent seen her in so long. I don’t get to take her in, because then my vision gets hazy, and I stumble, falling right on hap of Gemei

Oh. To touch her again. I slowly encircle my arms around her waist.

“Ginevra..” I say “Darlin…..”

“Get off me.” Her voice is a whisper. “Please.”

She sounds pained. As if looking at me is hard for her. And I’m sure it is. I roll over to the side, and she stands up. I lay there on the floor, looking up an

her. Her eyes are glossed over.

Her fingers move to my hand, zeroing in on the my ring. Nua wanted me to wear one too. She bought me one without telling me. I had to put it on An she looks at it, the metal burns against my fucking skin.

If only there was a way to have her. To be with her. ‘Come to me, please.” I plead.

I want to touch her. Kiss her. Anything.

She shakes her head, but then kneels down at my side, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The action is so soft, it makes me want to sob. I want to bury my head in her arms and cry. Fucking pussy. “What are you doing, Julian? She asks softly, her gaze tender. “Where’s Nua? Why aren’t you with

her?!

I smiles, and begin to get up. She grabs my arm to support me standing up with me. I can stand up on my own. I comment

She lets go, suddenly, its like my touch is burning her. Like I disgust her.

“You need to leave, Julian.” She says.

I grab her face and pull her to me pressing mh lips softly against hers. I just need to taste her once. To feel her mouth against mine. She parts her lips, but as if suddenly realizing what she’s doing, she pushes me away.

“You are engaged, Capo Bastone.”

But I don’t want to be. Id rather be with you. I’d worship you my entire lide..

I fall to my knees, hugging her legs. “I can’t touch her, Ginevra. I cant kiss her. Look at her. She’s not you. She’s not mine.” I say truthfully.

“I am not yours either, Capo Bastone.”

No. No, she isn L. The words pierce my heart, like someone has stabbed me. That fucking word. That title. If I wasn’t Capo Bastone, none of this would happen.

“Fuck that. I’m not your Capo Bastone. I don’t want to be Capo Bastone. All this is happening because of that.”

“But you are.”

I don’t know how to reply to that.

“Why did you l

leave a letter, mi paradiso?” I ask her. “I deserved more than that. I couldn’t even kiss you, touch you, hear your water. But I won’t cry. I can’t fucking cry.

Fuck, Dante. You’re a fucking pussy.

“And I deserved better than sneaking out and false promises. I can’t be your whore anymore, Julian.”

I know. I know, darlin‘.

voice, nothing.” My eyes

“You’re not a fucking whore.” I say angrily, grabbing me her the arm, and pull her against my chest, as his arm encircles around my waist. She twists against my hold. I

feel a hand on my back, I’m being pulled away from her.

“Let go of her.” Nico yells, me Julian back.

Fucking Nico. I should have known.

He rushes over to my Ginevra, his hands wandering all over her face, my arms, settling on her stomach. “Are you okay?” He asks frantically. “Did he hurt you? Is everything fine?

Watching them like this breaks me. The way he looks at her is so tender. He loves her. Maybe as much as I do. Maybe more. I could never give Ginevra

what he could. What he does.

She nods, “Tm Ene.”

He presses on her stomach, sighing loudly.

What..why?

I take a few steps forward. It can’t be true. I push Nico to the side. “Why are you doing that?” I ask him. “What? Ginevra? Why is he touching you like

that?”

She looks at him, her eyes filled with…guilt and anger and anguish.

I know the answer before I ask her. Holy shit.

“Answer me,” I ask, “Are you..pregnant?”

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