ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond-Chapter 133: SNAPPED

Chapter 133: SNAPPED
Chapter 132
KATYA POV
Nonna wasn’t done. Her voice didn’t soften either. It cracked open into something raw and terrible and painfully honest.
"You think I will watch it happen again?" she demanded, her hand shaking as she pointed at him.
"You think I will sit here and wait for someone, Maybe Antonio again to tell me....to tell me...to" Her voice broke, and she pressed her fist to her mouth before the words escaped.
"To tell me you are gone the same way your father disappeared from me?" Romeo’s inhale was sharp—barely there, but I heard it.
Everyone did. He stood frozen in front of her, the swagger gone, the arrogance gone... everything peeled away until he looked like nothing more than a boy caught between guilt-rage and the ghosts that raised him.
"Nonna..." his voice dropped.
"No," she whispered fiercely. "No, you listen to me." Her trembling hand lifted again—not to hit him this time, but to cup his cheek, gentle where she had been harsh only seconds ago.
"I buried my son without answers," she said, each word shaking like it weighed more than she could carry.
"I buried him not knowing what really happened. Not knowing if he was scared. He suffered so much,so so much. You expect me to go through that again?"
Romeo’s jaw tightened, breath uneven, and for once, he had no clever comeback and no smirk.
"I won’t lose you," she whispered. "I won’t. Not you too." Romeo closed his eyes, briefly, like her words hit something deep and personal—something he never lets anyone see.
Around us, the courtyard was so quiet I swear even the wind refused to breathe.
"I came back, didn’t I?" he said finally, his voice hoarse. "I’m here."
"For how long?" she fired back, eyes flashing. "Until the next time? Until Another...another fight? Another call in the middle of the night that drags you into danger I cannot even imagine?"
Romeo’s lips pressed together—stubborn, but not cruel. Defensive, but not dismissive.
He opened his mouth to answer, but Nonna cut him off before he could shape a single word.
"I am old, Romeo. I do not have time for your recklessness. For your secrets. For these... these missions you run to like they are games."
Nonna’s words trembled in the air, still sharp, still cutting, but softer now—like each sentence hurt her as much as it hurt him.
But Romeo... Romeo wasn’t taking it quietly anymore.
His jaw worked, tight and angry. His hands curled and uncurled at his sides, stained fists flexing like he was holding himself back from exploding.
Finally, he let out a humorless laugh. A dangerous one.
"Oh, so now you’re blaming me for living the life you lived too?" he said, voice low but shaking with barely controlled emotion.
Nonna’s eyes snapped up, shocked. The guards subtly straightened. Antonio subtly cursed under his breath.
They seemed to forget we still outside the mansion. Literally standing at the entrance displaying drama.
"You think I want this?" Romeo stepped back, then forward again like his body didn’t know which direction belonged to anger.
"You talk like I chose this world. Like I woke up at eight years old and said, ’Hey, you know what sounds great? Danger.’"
"Romeo—"
"No!" he cut her off, louder than before. "Don’t act like you don’t know what it’s like. You of all people, Nonna—you lived this life first. Before my father. Before any of us."
Nonna froze. Her eyes filling with tears. "You built this family," Romeo went on, chest rising and falling fast.
"You kept everything together. You taught everyone exactly how to survive. You made the rules!" She flinched—not visibly, but in that tiny way older people do when a truth they hate gets spoken aloud.
"And now," he said, voice cracking with frustration, "you’re standing here making it sound like I’m out running around because it’s fun? Because I like it?"
"Romeo—"
"I was born into this!" His voice hit the marble walls like thunder. "You know that. You know how hard it is to leave anything that’s in your blood. That’s in your name."
Nonna’s eyes glistened again, but anger still sparked underneath. "Dont turn this around. You of all people know your father tried to leave, at least he tried but you...you," she tried speaking but that was it.
That was the moment Romeo snapped.
He stepped forward so fast I jumped.
Even Nonna startled, though she didn’t back away.
Romeo’s voice wasn’t loud this time.
It was raw, razor-sharp. Strained to the point of breaking.
"I’m not him."
Silence slammed the entire courtyard flat.
Romeo stood over her—breathing hard, eyes burning with something so intense it didn’t even look like anger anymore. It looked like pain wearing anger’s face.
"I’m not him," he repeated, each word torn out of him. "Stop comparing me to a man who couldn’t protect himself. Stop acting like his choices are mine."
Nonna’s breath caught. "My father was weak," Romeo said, trembling slightly. "And being weak is what got him killed. Don’t put his mistakes on me."
Romeo wasn’t done. "I’m not him," he said again, softer now but far more heartbreaking. "I don’t get to live the life he wanted. I don’t get to leave. I don’t get to pretend I’m normal. I’m doing what I have to do to keep everyone alive."
His voice cracked at the end, just barely. "And I don’t have time arguing about shit in front of our courtyard."
Nonna’s eyes broke. Tears spilled quietly at first, then all at once. Her hand flew to her lips as if she could trap the sound inside her chest, but it trembled too hard.
A small, choked sob escaped anyway. I’d never seen her cry this hard. Not like this. Not like someone whose heart had cracked twice in the same lifetime.
When she had told me that story she looked so broken but now? She looked as if she was done with life.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I took a hesitant step toward her,—instinct more than courage— I needed to comfort him.
My heart was bleeding at her wrecking form but I froze when Romeo suddenly moved. He dropped to his knees at her feet.
Not slow. Not gentle. It was like something inside him collapsed, and the ground was the only place left to hold him up.
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Well well well