The feeling of betrayal, shame, and sorrow overwhelmed him. He wanted to kill her right there, but it was necessary to be calm.
"You saw wrong, Giovanni. I swear." She started crying, but he didn’t believe her. Suddenly, another cell phone started playing. The sound came from her purse. Giovanni made a signal and one of his men caught him. Natasha screamed desperately. "No. No, no, no." "Want to be saved? Answer as if nothing is happening." He instructed coldly. She obeyed. "Hi, Rosso. I’m getting the package. Wait there for another 5 minutes." A male voice said. And Giovanni was angry. That was the proof he needed. His body contracted from anger, but he had to be cold. A small silent bomb was tied in her hands. Everyone was quiet and hid, but Natasha knew that there were several guns pointed at her head. His heart was torn between protecting her and shooting the bomb on purpose to see his wife fall apart. Wife, that word seemed so wrong in your mind at that time. A truck arrived, several Russians came down, it was noticeable by the language they spoke. They greeted Natasha until they noticed something wrong. The bomb in her hands. The men tried to escape, but the Italians killed them quickly. Natasha screamed, afraid that they would hit the bomb. However, it did not happen. "Arrest her. And clean up this mess." Giovanni ordered. At the end of the night, he knew what he had to do. Betrayals were not allowed and were his wife’s. Well, the husband himself had to do the job. His men had bound her with chains in a tight chair. She cried compulsively, but Giovanni no longer had any reaction or Piety. Only anger dominated her being. "Giovanni. Dear, please." Natasha tried to beg again, but upon noticing her cold eyes, she stopped.Her gaze was directed at her when he pointed the gun at her head. And a smile appeared on her face.
"Is it funny to keep up your charade for so long, you bitch? " he asked, staring at her gaze. "Yes, it is." Natasha replied without emotion. " But, not everything was a farce." "No?" he asked coldly. "I still love you. And our children." "Great way to demonstrate. Like a traitor." "I’m faithful to my family." "I thought we were your family." Giovanni countered, with inner sadness. " You’re someone who must have made our children to arrest me, manipulative bitch." he said, holding her chin. He put the gun even closer to her head. "I swear I won’t." she said with a coldness and seriousness worthy of a mafia woman. " I love our children, they are my treasures. I would never use them to manipulate you." But at that moment, Giovanni could not believe anything else. "Are the children really mine?" Now her expression has become a mixture of sadness and anger. "Of course they are. I would never do something like that. Laura and Lorenzo are your legitimate children. I..." "A bitch who cheats on her husband for years can do anything." "Giovanni, dear, I swear..." her bright eyes looked at him, begging him to believe her. "If you swear, you shouldn’t have betrayed our family." "Russia is also my family." And with his hands trembling with hatred, Giovanni shot. Without guilt, sadness or sentimentality. He just did his job. But still, you know. The shadow of that woman still haunted him and, even though he had done so many DNA tests, something inside him seemed not to love those children as his. He came home that day, rubbed all the blood that had come from her toward his body and promised you no more traitors in your family. He would not allow love or let himself be deceived again, and as for children.Giovanni left the room and ordered all of Natasha’s photos removed from the house.
Lorenzo woke up that day, his eyes startled to see his father’s expression.
"Dad, what’s going on?"
Something twisted inside Giovanni. Being called a father reminded him of that woman and even if the children were identical to him, the doubt now ran through his heart.
"Nothing to worry about, Lorenzo. Go back to sleep."
"Where is the mother?" the boy asked with a certain ingenuity.
And Giovanni looked at him coldly.
"She’s not coming back, Lorenzo. Forget her. She’s dead."
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Giovanni threw his head back against the back of the chair. The Martini moved in his glass as he smoked a cigarette.
That scene flashed in his mind several times. Some unfortunate man slammed the door. He was supposed to shoot the person or ignore it, but Giovanni heard her voice. And something inside him caved.
Aria was tired of lying so long, so she decided to walk a little. Even if the crutches were her companions. Laura was asleep, but she wondered where Lorenzo and Cass were. However, her monologue was interrupted upon hearing the voice of the Roman Lord. "Hey, Miss Ricci. Since you’re here, can you hand over some papers for Giovanni? Can you?" Mateo asked, he seemed eager. "Of course, Mr. Romano, why not?" She replied, she really had nothing to do. She took the papers that would get a little dented, but since he was trusting her... "Thank you. If I don’t hurry. Alissa will run away from me again." He ran out while Aria knocked on the door. "Mister Mancini, are you there? I brought some papers that Mister Romano asked me to." "Come in." She heard his hoarse voice on the other side. Aria opened the door and with some difficulty entered. However, she noticed that her boss was not well. Giovanni looked tired. There were dark circles in his eyes, his shirt was
Giovanni stormed out. He wasn’t thinking straight. He hadn’t controlled his instincts like that in a long time. He thought about finding some prostitutes, but in the end he gave up. They would never compare to the only two women who could take his mind. "Hello, Mateo. Did you find anything?" he said answering the phone. "Hmm, interesting, a ballet performance. I’m sure Laura and Aria will like it. Giovanni knew not to approach Miss Ricci again in such a short time. However, circumstances required it. He called home, knew it would be awkward to call Aria’s cell phone directly.When Giulia answered, Giovanni asked to speak to the nanny. "Hello, Mr Mancini?" Aria answered."Miss, Ricci. Tell Laura next week we’re going to a ballet performance. As I know that you are fond of this art, I invite you to be my companion. And of course, to be there to take care of Laura.""But, sir, I..." she stammered."Just get it ready."Giovanni hung up and prepared for himself to go to Yuri Sidoniv’s
Lorenzo rarely went to the hospital. Any medical care was done at home due to the mafia. Only in more urgent cases, their members were taken to a special hospital. The place was noisy, with several emergencies happening in the emergency room. They went through there, until they reached the treatment room where there was no one.Cassandra sat in a comfortable black armchair, and Lorenzo sat next to her in a chair. They did not have time to talk at all, as a brunette woman, wearing a lab coat, arrived in the room and greeted the young woman. "Good morning, Cassandra. How have you been these past few days?" "Good morning Miss Leone. Unfortunately, I had some dizziness on the days we didn’t see each other." "I’m going to ask for today’s chem
It took a week and Giovanni was busy preparing the preparations for the presentation.At that time, no one could talk to him, not even Mateo. And so the friend arrived in his room that day, opening the door in an impetuous way."Giovanni, we need to talk about Lorenzo."Giovanni watched the friend with his blue eyes, he would never imagine this subject."What did Lorenzo do?""Nothing wrong if that’s what you’re thinking. Other than the fact, this boy doesn’t seem to want to live."Giovanni looked at him, surprised. Didn’t Giovanni have a good life? How wouldn’t the boy like to live?"What do you mean, Mateo? Explain it to me right." He said putting his arms above the table and looking with an expression of irritation at his friend."I heard a conversation between him and the girl, Aria’s sister. You’ve been away for a long time, Giovanni. Even if you don’t want to, they are your children. And they are suffering."He said with fiery brown eyes staring at his friend’s blues. "At least
The next day, someone knocked on the door of the room that Mateo used as an office. Shortly after permission from him, Lorenzo entered. Which surprised the hell out of him. "What brings you here, Lorenzo? Did you talk to your father?" asked the brown man, worried. "No. My father didn’t tell me. I’d like to talk to you."Mateo looked at him, surprised. What could be of interest to Lorenzo in his case? The young man had never shown interest in any of the family’s affairs."What do you want, then?" Mateo stared at him with his brown eyes."I heard you need someone for tech services, I’m a great hacker. I can do that job. I just ask you not to tell my dad."Mateo gave a Ladino smile.
Today was the day of the presentation. Aria was very excited, after all did not see the ballet closely for years. She tried to replicate some old movements, but unfortunately her leg couldn’t stretch enough anymore. Thus, the woman left the room with a sigh of frustration. Aria had to admit and accept that that time would never return."Aria." A childish voice called her in a small scream. " Are you sad today? You Want ice cream? Lenzo always gives me ice cream when I’m sad. Just don’t tell Giulia, she doesn’t like us having ice cream before lunch."Aria laughed and stroked the head of the girl who gave a cute smile in return."It’s nothing dear. I’m fine." Laura watched her with a suspicious expression, but said nothing more. Adults were difficult to show their feelings "Let’s go shopping? Let’s buy a beautiful dress for today" Aria changed the subject. "And toys too." Laura screamed with happy little jumps, forgetting the previous event. Children Tb forgot fast.-----Alissa to
Silence reigned between Alissa and Mateo on the way to the ballet performance. He wanted to compliment her appearance, with her hair down and she just avoided his look."Hmm. Well... I..." Mateo tried to say something.However, Alissa was not so receptive, shaking her hands in her lap, looking away and only answering:"Thank you." In a dry way. Something of her wanted to leave the past behind, but there were several unresolved issues that reminded her that this would not be so simple to happen. ----The theater was crowded and when they showed the tickets, they were guided by the staff to the cabin. Laura and Aria watched the place, da
Aria woke up startled, the storm brought her distant memories of the day of the accident where her parents died.Someone had called her, probably Giovanni. And she was right.Her boss was next to her, with a worried look. Probably she had fallen asleep due to the fatigue caused by the tension they had gone through.Memories of the accident were again in her memory. The rain, the noises and flashes of thunder. And of course, the people. The frightened screams of Cassandra and her mother screaming for Aria to protect her. All this made her gasp and tense, trembling and wondering what she should look like. Perhaps, a spoiled fool."Were you dreaming of the accident?" His blue eyes stared at her, only illuminated by the light of thunder."I’m sorry. I look