Power, Passion, Betrayal, It's All in the Family
Four years since I've been sober
March 15th, 1951
Dear Journal,
It has been four years since I last saw Michael and I’m very agitated on when I get to see him again. Tom told me they were trying to get him back home but he couldn’t tell me more for his safety. It’s not like I would say anything to the police if they asked plus that whole incident blew over already. I have been visiting Fredo a lot more in Vegas it seems like he’s the only one that will listen anymore. He’s changed a lot though something I do not like.
Half of the time I’m there Sonny will visit me and I’ll watch my almost brother Johnny Fontane play. My Godfather’s meeting that year seems to have calmed a lot of things down and I don’t get to hear any gossip. The soldiers are getting restless I can tell by the way the act around each other. Some days it seems to quiet since I barely see Julia or Connie anymore.
As I finished up writing and set the journal back in my room I heard the slightest knocking on the front door. My heart leapt into my throat as I ran downstairs, I hoped no prayed that it was him. I swung open the door to see the deep brown eyes that were Michael’s. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, I noticed a smile forming onto his lips, and I couldn’t help but smile back and let him in.
I let out a deep sigh as I got a case for the flowers, which Mike kindly placed them in for me. The two of us held hands as we walked into my living room. He gave me a passionate kiss and as he pulled back smiled once more. I couldn’t help but notice his face had still not been fixed since that night McCluskey hit him and every once and a while he would put a tissue to his nose.
“I missed that so much Adriana, I missed you,” he exclaimed.
“It’s been four years Michael, four long years, I waited and waited and still no sign from you. I missed you terribly and whenever I asked Tom when you were coming home he’d just tell me soon,” I replied with a mixture of anger and sadness. When I looked at him straight in the eyes he hung his hand and placed his hand on his forehead. He then looked back up at me.
“You don’t realize how sorry I am that I couldn’t let you hear from me. I wanted to write and call you everyday but I couldn't jeopardize us,” he let out a sigh then smiled, “let me make it up to you.”
“How Michael? How on earth can you make these past four years up to me?” I asked a few tears streaming down my face.
“Marry me,” he responded.
“What?” I asked dumbfounded.
“Marry me, we’ll have it old fashioned and everything,” he said sounding like a little boy.
I shook my head yes and then the tears of sadness that were spilling down my cheeks like hot rivers turned into tears of joy. He pulled me into a hug and rubbing my hair. When we pulled out of our embrace he wiped the tears off of my face.
“How about the two of us celebrate before letting everyone know the good new?” He asked with a smirk spreading across his lips.
“Sure thing,” I replied a smirk finding it’s way on mine. He then picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room.
Dear Journal,
It has been four years since I last saw Michael and I’m very agitated on when I get to see him again. Tom told me they were trying to get him back home but he couldn’t tell me more for his safety. It’s not like I would say anything to the police if they asked plus that whole incident blew over already. I have been visiting Fredo a lot more in Vegas it seems like he’s the only one that will listen anymore. He’s changed a lot though something I do not like.
Half of the time I’m there Sonny will visit me and I’ll watch my almost brother Johnny Fontane play. My Godfather’s meeting that year seems to have calmed a lot of things down and I don’t get to hear any gossip. The soldiers are getting restless I can tell by the way the act around each other. Some days it seems to quiet since I barely see Julia or Connie anymore.
As I finished up writing and set the journal back in my room I heard the slightest knocking on the front door. My heart leapt into my throat as I ran downstairs, I hoped no prayed that it was him. I swung open the door to see the deep brown eyes that were Michael’s. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, I noticed a smile forming onto his lips, and I couldn’t help but smile back and let him in.
I let out a deep sigh as I got a case for the flowers, which Mike kindly placed them in for me. The two of us held hands as we walked into my living room. He gave me a passionate kiss and as he pulled back smiled once more. I couldn’t help but notice his face had still not been fixed since that night McCluskey hit him and every once and a while he would put a tissue to his nose.
“I missed that so much Adriana, I missed you,” he exclaimed.
“It’s been four years Michael, four long years, I waited and waited and still no sign from you. I missed you terribly and whenever I asked Tom when you were coming home he’d just tell me soon,” I replied with a mixture of anger and sadness. When I looked at him straight in the eyes he hung his hand and placed his hand on his forehead. He then looked back up at me.
“You don’t realize how sorry I am that I couldn’t let you hear from me. I wanted to write and call you everyday but I couldn't jeopardize us,” he let out a sigh then smiled, “let me make it up to you.”
“How Michael? How on earth can you make these past four years up to me?” I asked a few tears streaming down my face.
“Marry me,” he responded.
“What?” I asked dumbfounded.
“Marry me, we’ll have it old fashioned and everything,” he said sounding like a little boy.
I shook my head yes and then the tears of sadness that were spilling down my cheeks like hot rivers turned into tears of joy. He pulled me into a hug and rubbing my hair. When we pulled out of our embrace he wiped the tears off of my face.
“How about the two of us celebrate before letting everyone know the good new?” He asked with a smirk spreading across his lips.
“Sure thing,” I replied a smirk finding it’s way on mine. He then picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room.
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So finally I've decided to update, I hope all the readers shall be happy now. I just realized after using different websites for the timeline in the book I own the timeline. It just so happened that I forgot that it was in the book the Godfather's revenge so I can use that from now on. And to make things kind of work I made Michael come home in March he could've come home in either January or Febuary but it's been a long time since I read the book or watched the movie. Also this is mainly a filler.