I'm still working into turning her hate into love and I don't want anything to ruin it. I entered Our room, I paced in frustration. My fist clenched at my sides, I suppressed the urge to break something. Ripping of my shirt and pants, I entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the

cold water hit my skin watching away the blood.

I closed my eyes and all I could see was

my pretty Isabella. I needed her so badly. I was told by my granddad that love makes you weak in this mafia life, ruthless world. Totally different from my dad's believe because of how he force...