NEXT-MORNING
After tossing and turning in bed countlessly, Rosana was finally able to sleep at dawn. She had expected Sergio to join her in bed but he didn't. How could he when he had his Mistress with him?
Soft beams of morning glow fell into the room, causing her to stir a bit. She didn't have enough sleep and that was because she didn't want any. How could she sleep peacefully after what she witnessed when she first arrived?
Besides, she had not forgotten the deadly look on his face after she slapped him. Rosana sighed and rubbed her eyes lazily. She was not fully awake but she could sense another presence in the room. Someone else was in the room, beside her. Immediately, she forced her eyes open and the first person she saw was Sergio.
He sat beside her on the edge of the bed with a glass of whiskey, watching her with a pair of soul-piercing dark metallic eyes. Rosana forced herself not to stare at him. He was shirtless and beautiful, even with the inks all over him but he looked even more dangerous too. The sight of him did nothing but cause a shiver of trepidation along her spine.
"Good morning, Amore Mio!"
"What are you doing here?" Rosana asked instead, raising her upper body from the bed.
"Watching you"
Rosana scoffed. She was never going to believe a word from his mouth. "What do you want from me?"
Sergio smirked and slowly lowered his gaze to her chest. When he stared longer without uttering a word, Rosana had to check what he was looking at only to find out that one of her bre@sts had slipped out of the nightwear.
"Holy fuck!" The profanity flew out of her mouth as she immediately grabbed the duvet to cover her body. She was utterly mortified.
"Don't you dare!" Sergio warned and pulled the covers away from her body. Before she could think of slipping away, he grabbed her hands with one hand and pinned them above her head.
"Let me go!" She yelled and tried to escape but she couldn't. His upper body was now above hers and his grip was too strong. "Let me go!!!"
"You belong to me, do you understand? Every fucking bit of you is mine."
Her hands started hurting with each struggle and she slowly gave up fighting. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and her pulse pounded violently. His closeness was too much for her to bear, almost to the point of near brain death.
"What do you want from me?" She quivered, staring up at him.
"Everything, Bambolina, everything" With that being said, he lowered his head and nuzzled the hollow between her neck and her shoulder, sending goosebumps across her skin. "You smell like fucking paradise, Amore, my fucking paradise"
When he licked her, she shivered violently, her body almost leaving her soul. She couldn't stand what he was doing to her, she didn't want it. The only man who had made her feel this way was Allen and she had promised... But with Sergio, everything felt different. So maddening, so electrifying.
"Stop!" She shuddered and started fighting once again.
With one hand still holding her down, Sergio moved the other to her cup her bare bre@st. He grazed her nipple with his calluses, then he rolled it between his thumb and finger.
"No... Stop... Please...!"
He looked up at her and saw the desperate look on her face. She would do anything to make him stop. She never wanted any other man to lay hands on her, not even her husband, Sergio De Niro. She was scared of what his touch would do to her, what it would make her become.
Sergio smirked and lowered his head to her chest. With his eyes pinned on hers, he watched her breath cease while he licked her nipples, one after the other before suckling on them.
"Stop! Stop!"
He looked up at her and smirked. By the time he was done with her bre@sts, they were engorged and her nipples looked like tiny rocks. "Now, let's see what you are made of, hmm?"
The wave of adrenaline had vanished from her system, leaving a tremor in her limbs. She was helpless. She already knew that no amount of struggle would make him stop so she laid back and watched him invade her body and soul.
Sergio lowered his hand to her waist. When he dived it between her legs, her body stiffened beneath him. She started thrashing and yelling on the bed but it did nothing to stop him. Instead, it gave him more access to her V area.
"Sergio... Sergio please..."
"Sì, Bambolina" He responded, slipping his fingers under her panties. "Sei così fottutamente bagnato!" [You are so fucking wet]
Using his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris gently while sliding his middle finger into her wet pûssy. She arched her back off the bed, writhing beneath him as sharp pulses of pleasure racked her body.
"No... Sergio!"
"I know you can be a hell a lot louder than that, Bambolina" Still stroking her clit, he began thrusting his finger inside her wetness. Torturing and tormenting her at the same time.
She couldn't stop yelling and calling out his name. With his eyes pinned on hers, he withdrew his middle finger and licked it, along with the pads of his thumb. His actions caused her eyes to widen in shock as all the muscles in her throat clenched. He just tasted her.
"So fucking good!"
Rosana lay on the bed, her nerves disarrayed. Sergio had released her and was now standing to watch her quietly. "Get ready"
"Why?" Rosana asked. Her voice was shamefully quiet and embarrassingly stunted.
"You do not question my orders, Bambolina. You do as I say"
"Why?"
"Because I will not be this nice the next time"
After he left the room, Rosana took a shower and started dressing up. There were so many beautiful black dresses in the wardrobe but she refused to wear any because she didn't want to look like the rest of them. She had noticed that all the men wore black, including Sergio. Finally, she settled on something light and casual, one that wasn't black.
She couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired between her and Sergio. How did she let it happen? She kept wondering.
She was supposed to feel repulsive after what had happened but instead, her body kept acting funny. She shook her head, clearing out the thought from her mind. She was never going to let it consume her. She belonged to Allen and nothing was going to take her away from him.
***
"And you are Rosana, sì?"
"Yes," Rosana responded, staring back at the elderly woman.
When Sergio had informed her that they were going to have breakfast with his mother, she had started imagining what the woman would look like. Would she look dangerous and ruthless like her son or Kind and loving?
The latter was never going to be possible, she concluded.
"I am Munika, Sergio's mother. Welcome to the family, Rosana!"
*
"She is not welcome here, Sergio. "Non mi fido di lei!" [I do not trust her!]
"That is not your choice to make, Mammà." Sergio responded, still facing the window. "I told you not to come to Italy"
"Why? Why do you keep me away, Sergio? You married that girl after I told you not to. You did your wedding without informing me!"
Sergio sighed and turned from the window with his right hand tucked inside his trouser pocket. He was dressed in black neatly tailored trousers and a black shirt, leaving the first three buttons open.
"Faccio quello che voglio, Mammà. Now, I will ask you one more time. Go up to your room and have some rest" [I do whatever I want, Mama]
Munika let out an exasperated sigh and glared at her son. She knew she couldn't push any further because the next decision he was going to make wouldn't end well with her.
"I do not trust that girl. I hope you do not regret this later, my son" She said finally and turned to walk out.
"She is my wife. And you will treat her with respect."
Munika paused on hearing his voice. Without turning, she nodded. "Sì, lo farò" [Yes, I will]
SOMEWHERE IN CALIFORNIA, USA."I'm glad you could join us for breakfast. And oh, where's your fiancée?" Samantha asked, stirring the pot of stew on fire. "I can't wait to see her"Allen took a deep breath and turned to look at the dining table which was filled with different kinds of dishes his mother had prepared. She was hosting a family celebration for his engagement."I'm almost done. Just give me a minute."Allen pecked her and walked out of the kitchen. He pulled out his phone once again and checked but still, there was no call or message from her.Taking a deep breath, he dialed her number for the umpteenth time, hoping he'd get a positive response but It was still the same. Her number was not reachable. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, thinking hard. There was only one question that kept ringing in his mind.What happened to Rosana?"Allen honey, it's time to eat!" Samantha announced from the dining room. "I'll go get your father"During breakfast, everyone ate in silence. Hi
Sergio stood in front of the window with his left hand tucked inside his trouser pocket and his right, holding a cigar between his thumb and forefinger. His clothes were arranged and his shirt was neatly tucked inside his trouser. One would think nothing happened a while ago. Alfonso bowed as he walked into the room, stealing a glance at Rosana who laid on the cold floor looking lifeless. She should've listened. But she didn't. Was she still alive?"Take her away." Sergio started, taking a long drag from his cigar. "If she is dead, bury her. I do not want any corpse lying around""Yes, Boss. Should I send for the Mistress?" He didn't respond, but Alfonso knew the response. "One more thing, Boss, a maid is here to see you. She says she has something important to tell you."When he remained quiet, Alfonso continued."We tried to send her away but she is strong-willed. She would not go and pleads to have a word with you. She is the maid you assigned to look after your wife"Sergio was qu
"I do not love him, Viola. I do not want to be with him" Rosana sighed in irritation. She was now feeling better but her throat still burned. "This is a living hell, a nightmare!" Viola sighed. She understood Rosana's plight more than anyone else and saw the sadness in her eyes. But she couldn't do or say anything to make her feel at ease. "Allen and I met in Senior High. It was love at first sight, Viola and it was wonderful" She smiled and continued. "We fell madly in love and couldn't stay away from each other. Because of that, we enrolled in the same University and luckily, we both graduated top of our different classes." "He always wanted to come over to Italy and meet my parents but I was a bit scared. Scared that my father would only approve of him if he agreed to join the Mafia too. I was scared of losing him like my brother" "Does it mean he never knew about your family?" Viola asked and Rosana nodded. "He only knew that my father was a businessman and he was always busy.
Sergio stood up and went to stand in front of the window. "You can not strike when he has not committed an offense"Alfonso nodded in agreement. "I am sorry, Boss, I misinterpreted your order""We leave first thing tomorrow. Get the soldatos ready" [Soldiers]"Yes, Boss"************[Next Day]After having breakfast, Rosana decided to take a walk around the mansion. Since she arrived days ago, no one showed her around. She didn't even know most places in the building.Viola followed behind her, acting as a tour guide. She showed her all the places she needed to know and warned her against the places she wasn't allowed to enter."That building over there is a cell."Rosana paused and stared at the building which was far away from the mansion. "A cell? Why is there a cell here?""I do not know, My Lady. But it is not a good and decent place for anyone" "Then why is it here? What happens there?"Viola lowered her head and refused to say a word. She was always afraid of being around Ros
"Noooo! Let me go!!!" Rosana screamed as she was being taken away by Sergio's men. "Let me go!!!" She couldn't struggle or fight with them because they were more powerful. All she could do was scream and beg in tears but all of those fell on deaf ears. Sergio had given a command and there was no backing down. As the men kept dragging her with them, Alfonso appeared from a corner, causing them to halt. He made eye contact with them and they quickly got the message by stepping away from her. She took deep breaths and turned to glare at the men who now stood with their heads bent. She was relieved that they had finally taken their hands off her. Maybe Sergio changed his mind, she thought. "If you would excuse me, I will love to go back to my room!" She said to no one in particular and turned to leave. Before she knew what was happening, Alfonso took a step forward and pressed a white handkerchief to her nose. There was no time to struggle because her eyes rolled to the back of her he
Early the next morning, Rosana prepared and got down from breakfast. She was used to eating alone in the big dining room without Sergio or anyone. After taking her seat, the maids rushed out and began to serve her.She started eating quietly, relishing how calm the environment was. Sergio must've traveled with few of his men, she reckoned. Then his mother, Munika, and the Mistress were hard to come by. What did she look like? Rosana wondered.Was she an older woman or a young lady like her? Was she beautiful and curvy and tall? Did she have beautiful eyes? What did a man like Sergio see in her? Rosana shook her head immediately, clearing off the thought. She shouldn't be thinking about all of that. She was even gratified that Sergio had a Mistress whom he sought whenever he wanted. At least he never pestered her for sêx. That was the last thing she wanted. "I see you are eating all alone"Rosana looked up in surprise and forced a smile. "Yes."Munika hummed in response and looked aro
Rosana took a shower and sat to have breakfast in her room. After the last encounter with Munika, she ceased eating in the dining room. It was more like she was avoiding any contact with her. Munika didn't trust her and she knew that perfectly well. But what she couldn't understand was why. Why would she ask about her motives if she trusted her? Why would she ask her to run away? After eating, Viola cleared the table and left the room, leaving her to herself once again. She went over to the window and stood to stare outside. She was now a prisoner, she thought. Why would her father want this for her? Even after knowing the kind of man Sergio De Niro was, he still went along and forced her to marry him. And her mother... Rosana couldn't stop wondering how she was feeling. For the past month, she had not heard anything from her mother or her father. They abandoned her, she thought to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. If something bad happened to her, her father wouldn't care. B
"Do you like my surprise, Amore mio?"Rosana was speechless. She couldn't accept any of it. This isn't real, she kept telling herself. Her Allen was in California, probably at work or home. This person sitting right here and looking lifeless wasn't Allen. It couldn't be him."Allen... Allen!!!" She rushed over and tried to save him but she couldn't. The ropes were too tight. "Allen, it's me. It's your Rose. Please wake up!"She cupped his face in her palms and sobbed quietly. She still couldn't believe any of it was real. Her Allen being tied up, the bruises, the blood... She couldn't believe any of it.Standing to her feet, she turned to face Sergio who had been quiet the whole time. Her eyes were red and filled with so much hatred. "What did you do to him, you shameless monster?""Take these robes off him. Let him go, please!""And why should I?" Sergio asked and walked further into the room with both hands tucked inside his trouser pocket. "I just want to know the man you love so mu