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The Mafia's Ruination - Episode 50




The  Mafia's Ruination - Episode 50

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            


Alexander's POV 

I was sitting on the couch, observing the busy flurry of activity as my father, mother, Madison, Mr. and Mrs. Alfonso navigated the living room while making frantic phone calls, trying to locate Peyton, who by now was likely in Mexico.

My father had called me to come over last night, and now I found myself at their house. It was almost comical to watch them panic over someone who was probably safe and far away, simply because they didn't want her to be happy.

Peyton had done something unconventional, yet right. She had repeatedly expressed her refusal to marry me, and her desires to be with another woman. This revelation had left my parents baffled and ashamed, fearing a potential damage to their reputation. But in their attempts to salvage their image, they had unraveled something far more significant - their daughter's love for them had been damaged, and she might never come back.

"Alexander, why are you just sitting there?" Mrs. Alfonso snapped at me. "Do something, call someone."

I uncrossed my legs and stood up from the couch, meeting her gaze with a cold stare. "What do you want me to do? Aren't you already making enough calls?" I retorted. "I'm going home."

"No, you are not," my father’s voice interjected.

"And who is going to stop me?" I challenged, locking eyes with him. "You? Or are you going to lock me up in a basement?"

"Alexander!" he yelled, then his voice was cut off by a coughing fit.

Perhaps it was poetic justice; his inability to speak kindly might ultimately lead to his démise.

He was supposed to be in the hospital, but he insisted on coming back home. His weak heart was a paradox, for it seemed impossible for someone so devoid of compassion to love my mom and sisters so deeply.

My mom and Madison rushed to support him as he fixed his angry gaze on me.

"Since the marriage is off, I don’t want to receive calls from anyone here," I declared. "Goodbye."


As I pulled into my building, Alice's car followed behind. 

"Hey, you're back early," she exclaimed, seeming oblivious to my unease.

"Yes. Where did you go?" I asked, trying to make sense of her actions.


Her responses only left me more exasperated and confused. 

"Where exactly, Alice?" 

"A cafe." 


"Why what? Am I not allowed to leave the house?" She responded, folding her hands. 

"That's not what I mean." 

"It sure looks like it's what you meant though." She said before walking out on me. 

I followed her into the living room but she was surprisingly fast. She ran all the way to our room, walking into the bathroom and locking the door. 

"Alice." I call, knocking on the bathroom door. "There's no need for you to be mad at me." No response from her. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, that's why I asked. Come out please." No response. "Alice, open the door right now or else I'll break it down." No sound came out of the bathroom. "Why don't we go out on a date, huh?" 

"Really?" Her voice came out of the still locked door. 


"Are you telling the truth?" 

"Yes, just come out." 

The door knob turned, she stuck her head out before coming out. I pulled her into my arms and she sighed softly, hugging me back. 

"Sorry, love." I murmured.

"It is fine." She said. "Where is our date?" 

"I don't know. Why don't you decide on the way there?" 

"Yay, let's go." The smile on her face can light up the darkest of rooms. 


"Let's go to Big Drop," Alice suggested excitedly as we arrived at the amusement park. Despite my reservations, I consented, wanting to experience a sense of normalcy with her. I had a gún in my car, a constant reminder of the dàngers that loomed around us.

As we enjoyed ourselves at the amusement park, I found joy in seeing Alice so carefree and happy. I was hopeful that maybe, amidst the chaos, we could find moments of peace and joy together. 

I was here alone with Alice. No guards, no gúns with us. I wanted to feel how it is like to be normal - a regular human being having the best time of their life with the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.

It is probably the worst decision I've made in my entire life, but I had a gún in my car so technically, we'd be safe if my father's enémies, who are also my enemies, didn't attàck us here.

"Okay," I agreed with my happy girlfriend.

"Let's get ice cream first."

"Sure. Stay here, I'll get it for us," I told her, and she nodded her head gingerly.

I walked back to her after getting the ice cream. "Here," I said, giving her a cone of chocolate ice cream, which she eagerly took and licked.

"It is so good."

"Want anything else?"

"Hmm," Alice hummed softly. "Cotton candy?"

"I'll get it. Wait here."

A few minutes later, I was heading back to her when I saw her talking to a child - he looked around six or seven years old.

I stood in one spot, watching her talk to the boy. She wasn't with her ice cream anymore; he was enjoying it.

"You're so pretty," the little boy said to her and she beamed a smile at him, brushing his hair out of his face.

I know I shouldn't be jealous of a little kid, but I am. She is supposed to do that to only me.

"Who is he?" He asked her. Alice's head turned to me then back to him.

"My boyfriend."

Good. He better know that she is mine. 

"I don't like him."

Okay! Timeout, mister.

"I don't like you either," I snapped at him. Alice stood up from her bending position, hitting her elbow on my stomach hard. "Ow."

"Good for you," he stuck his tongue at me.

"Don't mind him, Mateo," my girlfriend said, supporting an annoying child over me, ruffling his hair.

"Bye, I'm going now." He said. 

"You're not serious, Alex," Alice immediately said after he ran off. "He is a child."


"How will you take care of your kids if you don't love kids?"

"It's different. My kids are our kids, and I'll love them because I love their mother."

"You're getting cheesier by every passing day," she replied, taking the cotton candy from me and taking a bite from it. "It is making me love you more and more each day."

I tell you, I literally blushed because of that. I know she loves me, but hearing her say it hits differently every time. Having someone other than my mom show me immense love and affection melts my heart.

Alice is everything to me. She is my strength and my weakness, my pleasure and my paín, my happiness and my sorrow, my absolute all in all. My love for her is larger than the Pacific Ocean. My love is bigger than the sky. I love her so much.

TBC 📖✍️

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