Give us a chance and I promise I’ll show you that you have always been worth it.

We both have made mistakes and wasted time, but I’m done watching time pass us by. I’m done with you not being mine.

Love,

Chase

I could hear my heart beat in my ears as it thudded loudly. My eyes had a frost over them as if I was about to cry, but was holding myself back. Chase had never spoken such words, let alone written them down, and right now they were pulling at my heartstrings like a sick, lost puppy on the side of the road. It was clear as day what he wanted, it always had been. I was just always too busy running in the opposite direction attempting to ignore the pull between us to just let us happen.

“Deep breaths,” my own voice met my ears as I gripped the bed sheets. How could something so small push me to the verge of having a panic attack?

Chase Winchester was reaping havoc on my heart and mind. Thinking straight was no longer an option. All I could do now was choose to follow my heart because I was done fighting the inevitable between us.

One chance.

That’s all he was asking for, right? All I had to do was say yes, then we could be happy and no longer living in limbo.

My cell started to ring next to me causing me to look down at the screen. The name blinking on it pulled me out of all thoughts concerning me and Chase.

“Shit!” I whispered to myself as I gripped the phone in my hand watching ‘Dad’ continue to flash across my screen.

I wasn’t ready to spill the beans about me and Chase just yet, at least not to my dad, but I knew whatever my father wanted it was important since he usually had Mom call me. Not wanting to wait a second longer I pushed the answer key.

“Hi, Dad.” I tried to sound excited, all while butterflies were exploding deep in my belly.

He chuckled loudly into the phone, which calmed me a little. “Hi, sweetie. Don’t worry, nothing has happened. I know your mom usually calls, so I wanted to let you know that right out of the gate.” He paused as if he wanted to say more but waited to hear my response.

“Okay,” I responded slowly, wondering why he had called then.

“Anyways, I know you told your mother you would be coming home for Thanksgiving, but I wanted to make sure since some things have changed. We are excited to spend time with you and I know your brothers are too. Not only you, though, we expect to see Chase as well.”

“Ummm…” That was all I could say. No other words would come out.

“I mean I know you haven’t been together that long, but I’m going to be home this year, and I wanted to spend some time with you and get to know this boyfriend of yours better.” He was rambling and his demeanor was off, two things that were definitely unlike my father. Did he think I wouldn’t come?

“Of course I’m still coming home for Thanksgiving, Dad. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially with you being home,” I said sweetly, shying away from the whole Chase coming home for dinner too part.

I knew I was going to have to tell him the truth sooner or later, preferably the later.

“Perfect, I will let your mother know that you and Chase will be here for Thanksgiving.” It was then that I realized we had hit a snag in communication, obviously he didn’t get that I was ignoring the Chase part for a reason.

“I’ll talk to Chase, but−”

“Oh no you don’t, Gianna. He is your boyfriend and if he cannot come to Thanksgiving dinner with our family then you don’t need to be dating him. He should have balls if he plans to date my daughter. He does know I was once the Kingpin, right?” My father growled in agitation.

“Dad you haven’t been a member of the Mafia in years,” I added.

He scoffed, “I was raised in the Mafia, I know how to kill and how to hide dead bodies, sweetie, and believe me when I say Chase is just another body.” A shiver worked its way through my body. If he found out that none of what I had told him was true, that I had lied to him, and that Chase and I were just hooking up he would lose his shit in more ways than one.

What was I supposed to say? Now I had no option. I had already planned on telling Chase I too was in deep and wanted all the things he wanted and more, but now I had to tell him we both were expected for Thanksgiving at my family home with my family. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, I didn’t want Chase to feel as if my feelings for him was only being used as a plot to get him to go home with me.

“I wanted to call and extend the offer, but as your father I will not take no for an answer. We’re your family, and if Chase is someone you care about then he is considered a member also. As long as he doesn’t break your heart, he will have a seat at our table and air in his lungs.”

I rolled my eyes at his protectiveness. “Enough, Dad, we’ll be there.”

“Good. Love you, baby girl.” And then the phone went dead in typical Alzerro King fashion, just as it always did. He no longer said goodbye, because goodbye meant there would be no tomorrow and with my dad there was always a tomorrow.

I smiled as I glanced down at the paper in my hands again. I was going to let Chase know how I felt, and I was going to drop the bomb about Thanksgiving too.

I was just hoping the real start of our relationship could withstand the force of my family. Otherwise, there was no hope for either of us surviving an entire weekend there.

A smile was permanently plastered on my face. My mind had been filled with nothing but images of Gia all day, I longed for her in the worst way, but even I knew that for something as crazy as us to work she needed time. Time to understand what she was getting into when she said she was mine.

When it came to Gia King, I would go to hell in a hand basket before I allowed anything to ever happen to her again. I’d rip my own heart out instead of breaking hers. At the mere thought, insecurities slithered into my mind like a snake in the grass. What if you gave her everything and you still ended up breaking her heart?

“Did Dad call you?” Chance interrupted my thoughts as he stuffed his mouth full of food from the mess hall.

“Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone all morning.” It wasn’t a lie, I was trying my hardest to resist the need to text Gia and make myself look even more like a lovesick puppy.

Chance smiled. “He wanted you to stop by the house sometime today. Apparently, you have mail there. But what I really want to know is when did Mom start doing your laundry and why didn’t you take mine over too?” he asked in a condescending tone. He was starting to annoy me, and I could feel the irritation with him filling my veins.

“She doesn’t do my laundry, asshat. She occasionally finds my shit over there and that’s why it gets washed.” I scoffed.

Chance tilted his head at me, a smirk lingering across his face.

“Basically you leave your shit over there on purpose just so Mom can wash them? Like you don’t wash your clothes, that’s what you’re saying right?” A group of girls that I’d seen more than once hanging around campus must’ve been eavesdropping as they walked back because the looks of disgust upon their faces couldn’t be missed. I rolled my eyes, as if they had room to talk. I’d heard the rumors about them, seen some of them in action. They were spreading their legs more than I was doing my own laundry. Therefore their dirty looks didn’t bother me in the least bit.

“The real question is does she know yet?” I smirked, looking out into the courtyard, my eyes skimming over all the students. He wanted to be a dick beater, then so would I.

“Alright, fucker now you’re just pushing my buttons,” he grunted, the humor disappearing from his face. This is what having a brother was really about. Pissing one another off and giving each other advice.