The old man could see straight through me,and my acts that fooled everyone else were lost on him.
I'm not the kind of person to allow people to push me around but when he pointed out that he wanted better for his girl than the darkness of our world and a life with a crime family, I listened.
When he pointed out that being part of that life was what broke my mother and caused her to kill herself,I paid attention and it wasn't hard for me to promise to stay away from Candace if I wanted the best for her.
At that time we didn't know it was Riccardo Balesteri who threw my mother off Ridgemont cliff.We thought she killed herself and I know Pa blamed himself because life was so hard, and it was that way because of who he was.
There were a lot of similarities between my mother and Candace.I think my mother took a shine to her because of that.Both are gentle creatures, women of light with kindness in their souls.Neither belonged anywhere near Stormy Creek nor with people linked to organized crime.
By talking about my mother, William Ricci hit me where he'd leave a mark, knowing I'd fucking listen.
I think it was easier for me to make the promise because I already thought Candace deserved better than me.
She never knew what her father made me promise and I never told anybody.My brothers grew up thinking I wasn't into her, but it wasn't true.That comment of hers about her not being enough for me in the past and present was far from the truth.
Now it feels like I'm faced with the same situation with the same options.I could have defied her father back then and been with her.
I defied him two years ago when I couldn't resist being with her and look what happened.
I'm a changed man now, and at the point where it's getting harder to resist her again.
I'm at the point where I don't want to have this promise hanging over my head anymore, and I most certainly don't want to lose Candace to Jacques.
The thought sends me straight back to the roof again, opposite Candace’s building where I can see her in her bedroom.I assume my role as the stalker and watch her.
She’s on the phone talking to someone and I wonder if it’s him, Jacques Belmont.
Meeting him today makes me question what the hell she could see in him.Then again, I can guarantee anybody his pompous ass wouldn’t be up here watching her the way I am.I really have fallen to a new low.
She just got back from somewhere and she’s undoing her buttons to take off her clothes.I look at her feet as she slips off her heels.She sits on her bed laughing and hangs up.The clothes start coming off and I feel like an asshole again.
Memories of how she tastes float into my mind and as I look at her naked body, I want to taste her everywhere.
I’ve been dancing around what I truly want, telling myself I shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t have her, shouldn’t have the life I wanted for us.
But I want it.
I want her back.
I want my angel back.
So I'm going to have to break that promise one more time.