Chapter 45

Matteo

I needed to get through to her. I wanted her to understand my reasons for not sharing with her that I was a mafioso, a criminal. I sat on the floor next to my own fucking bedroom door, knees pulled up. My head was resting in my hands out of pure despair.

Last night, she made me sleep on the couch in the living room. She refused to talk to me face to face, and I admit that I didn’t handle it correctly yesterday. Tonight, I’d rather not sleep on the couch, because that thing almost broke my fucking back.

So, today I was determined to do a better job. I wanted her to listen, and I wanted a chance to explain myself. I wanted her to like me for some reason. I can’t remember the last time that I wanted a woman to stay, let alone to fight for her to stay.

I will stay here until she listens to me.