Chapter 68 Not Time For Second Choices

I find myself standing in front of the door that will be the choice that I am making. What I choose next will define who I am and what I will become.
Am I making the right choice?
Ya, that I cannot tell you now.
Wait until the morning, and I will see if regret starts to consume me. I guess in a way, no matter what I decide, my fate will still lead down the same road and with the same outcome.
So as the door slowly creeks open, I take one deep breath. I need to remind myself…Breathe, Colton, Breathe. You can do this.
And in I step…
Ya, it is great to be back home.
I immediately make my way to the bar. I grab a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the bar. I pour two shots and immediately throw them to the back of my throat, then another after that before I finally sip on my third one.
I made the choice to come home and not go to Trinity. We have been at this bridge so many times that I don t think that we can even cross it. Please do not get me wrong; I need the woman.
I cannot fucking live without her.
But ya, Vic will never allow me near her.
So what am I set to do? I will take my place as Cole Venditti, well, not the fucked name, but I shall take what is rightfully mine, and then I will find a way. There is no way in this messed up world that I am giving up on her. I might be useless as a bodyguard, but I am right at Vic s level if I chose my fate to become a Mafia Boss.
I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. I guess I am going to go into this one blindly but is that not how Colton Cruz does everything. I am in this completely alone; there is no one to tell me what I should be doing. All I know is that my crazy ass has decided to become a Mafia Boss.
Now it is not like I can go ask Vic Stone for help, so it seems that is shall be stepping on more than a couple of toes. Hopefully, I don t get myself killed in the first wee.
I know that I shall be in direct conflict with the Stone family, but where Colton Cruz comes from, there is always a way around it. I just hope that she does not give up on me before I find it.
…Trinity POV…
I feel very much trapped, not only in being what I am, but also daddy does not allow me to do as I desire and be with the only person I wish to be with. The sad reality of this is that the damage has now been done. Not only is daddy furious that Colton took me away, but now Colton is set to become a Mafia Boss and one that definitely does not sit around us by the table.
Why forbid a union which in some crooked way works?
So as I lay here on my bed and stare out into the night sky, I know that Carson is halfway across the city, looking at the very same sky that I am looking at. I would like to think that he is thinking of me as I am thinking of him.
Who else is thinking of him, is daddy that seems to have gone crazy. He has not stopped watching me like a hawk. He keeps coming to check on me with what he says is to make sure that I am doing okay. His only concern is to make sure that I have not slipped from under his nose to go see Colton. He has not even given me a phone out of fear that I might phone Colton.
One thing he cannot stop is how I feel about Colton.
I cannot stop thinking of him, his big strong hands, and the way he wraps those protective arms around your body. The way his soft lips imprint them ever so sensually against yours. The way those hazel eyes pierce right through your body and leaves you week and like jelly. But one thing I cannot forget is that sculpted chest and the way it felt when I gently laid my head against it.
I am most annoyingly ripped from my thoughts as there is a knock on the door. I swear this time I am telling daddy what to do with his snooping ass.
"Come in."
"Hey, my little princess, sorry to disturb you."
I try to hide the annoyance in my voice as I patiently answer him, "No, it is fined, daddy. I have not been able to fall asleep."
He comes to sit down next to me where I am lying. He moves inches closer and lays his hand on my shoulder, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Well, let us see what he can do, "Why can I not see Colton, daddy?"
"Trinity, we have been through this before. As I told you earlier on, I do not want you seeing a bodyguard, but more important now, I will not allow you near a Venditti."
"But," I start to protest. "I am now in charge of the Stone Crime Family; I can do whatever I want."
"Trinity, there will come a point where this will change you. And the minute it changes Colton, I do not want him around you."
"But," I push forward again. "If I am with Colton, then we can have the South and the East."
He only but burst out in laughter and rises from the bed as he walks towards the window. Then he turns to face me, with somewhat of a wave of anger that is nestled deep in his eyes, "Colton will take what you have and that I will not allow."
"Why are you making him out to be such a monster. You know that Colton is a good man."
"Trinity, I am not discussing this any further. You will stay away from Colton."
With that, before I burst into tears, I show for him to leave my room. He reluctantly makes his way out the door, but not before he warns me, "I do not want you near that man."
Only minutes later, I see him walking outside. He gets into his SUV and disappears out the gates.
Maybe this is my chance to go see Colton.
…Colton POV…
I make my way to my room and quickly run a hot shower. As I look at my reflection in the mirror, there is something I feel; there is something different about me. What it is, I cannot quite place it yet.
With this thought running circles in my mind, I drop my pants and throw them in the corner with my blood-stained shirt and step into the shower. I grab a bath sponge and lather it with body wash. I rub it down over my chest...my shoulders...my neck, and then my back. I slide it over every inch of my toned body. I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair. Every second, every minute, I have Trinity in my head.
Just thinking about her sends the fire in my body raging. I can feel the tension build up in my core; my semi-erect length grows full and throbbing. A throbbing I would love to conquer Trinity with.
I miss the feel of her soft skin that melts into me like butter. I miss that captivating scent of lily and vanilla that radiates from her skin. What I do miss the most are those soft little butterfly kisses that she places all over my lips and even more softly against my chest. I would give absolutely anything just to have my arms wrapped around her now.
Once I am done, I wrap a towel around me and head back to my room to get dressed. I throw on a pair of black pair of sweats and fall down back onto the bed.
I cannot help but start thinking that I have made the wrong choice. There is always time to go back.
Ya, that is if I have a death wish.
This is a fucking mess.
So I lay on my bed for nearly three hours with the full intention to get some rest, but for some unknown reason, I do not feel the least bit tired.?After numerous hours of just staring up at the ceiling, I decide to get up and find something to keep my mind busy. This whole situation is somewhat confusing; I wish that I could speak to her.
With that, I rise from my bed and make my way to the pitch dark kitchen. I come to a stop and switch the light on.?
"What are you doing here?"