Page 10 of Milo
“I was visiting my boyfriend. He’s a bad mother fucker who would hate me even talking to you.”
I chuckle. “Is that so? What’s he in there for?”
She takes a second to come up with an answer. “He murdered an ex-boyfriend of mine.”
“I know that’s not true. If he would have murdered someone in the States, they wouldn’t have sent him here.”
“True. Let me try to come up with a different answer.”
“How about you just tell me the truth?”
“Fine, I’m a criminal psychologist. I study the reasons why children are killing their parents.”
“Fuck! That’s awesome you do that but do you think it is safe for you to be involved with these criminals?”
I’m referring to the fact that she is the sister to a powerful mafia boss. These motherfuckers can find out who she is and extort us. The Isidora I knew seven years ago was extremely passionate about doing something with her life. This Isidora sitting next to me is completely different.
“I can handle myself, Milo. I’ve been doing it on my own since I moved to America. I’m doing all of this on my own and I love it. I don’t need your protection.”
Those words sting my soul for turning my back on her all of those years ago. I’ve never got over Isidora and I doubt I will.
We pull into the driveway of the hospital where I see Miklos waiting for us.
“You ready to see your brother after all of these years?”
She throws her long hair back behind her shoulders to get ready to be let out of the car. I climb out of my car to help her out. I stick my hand in through the opening fetching her hand in mine. Isidora loses her footing for a brief second and rests her hands on my chest for balance.
“Woah,” she mutters in English.
One thing I doubt she will ever know is the fact that I have become fluent in English. Since she left, I had to do something to occupy my time.
Chapter Seven
Isidora
Being this close to Milo is stroking a long-ago fire inside of me. My whole body is buzzing with something I thought was long gone. I never expected to be this close to him again.
I mentally shake myself clear of the unwanted thoughts of him taking me in his arms and telling me how much he loves me. Or fucking me on the side of this fancy car.
Which I love.
When I moved, I tried to humble myself from all of the wealth I had or was subjected to while I lived in Greece. I turned my back on all of that once I moved. I wanted to do it on my own and I think I did a good job.
Miklos comes up to me and throws his big arms around my body. “Isidora!”
“Hi, Miklos!” I chime back hugging him.
“It’s about damn time you made it back.”
I shrug. There wasn’t a reason to come back besides to see my brother. The thought of seeing Milo with another woman destroyed me and made me not want to come back. I couldn’t deal with the thought of him being with another woman.
“Well, I’m back now. How have you been? You married yet?”
He scoffs. “Yeah, right. I’m as single as they come.”
“All right, are we done with the reunion?” Milo gripes.
“Whatever,” I reply and link arms with Miklos.
