After a family tragedy, Lucia has been trying to get a divorce for three years now. Seeing that her husband refuses to sign the attorney's paper, again and again, she leaves to try to rebuild herself. But her past quickly catches up with her, and her husband is determined to prove to her that she can never escape him.
더 보기I stood kneeling on the thick red carpet, clenching my fists firmly on my upper thighs, trying to reduce the shaking of my body.
I know this office by heart. I'm even the one who chose the colors and the carpet I'm standing on today. I selected every decorative element and every supply. However, the man sitting comfortably on the black leather chair in the office is not the one for whom I made the decoration. He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face. Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face. He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit. "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes. How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint. He is dressed in the three-piece suit typical of the men of the Family. Like them, he wears only designer labels, only the most expensive clothes, accessories, and shoes imaginable. On his left hand, he wears the heavy signet ring stamped with the Family's logo, the letter -G-. I frown when I see it. He is not the one who is supposed to wear it. He is not the Don of this family. I search my memories. I don't remember Santo ever having the ambition to become the head of the Family. But whoever had the idea to put him there must be crazy. Santo is anger incarnate. He's a time bomb that can go off at any time. Santo slides open one of the heavy drawers of the solid oak desk and pulls out a brown envelope made of kraft paper. He clamps his cigar between his teeth and pulls out a series of photos he raises in the air. "Do you know what these are, Lulu?" he asks me, his eyes dark. His Italian accent is even stronger than I remembered and has the effect of an ice-cold shower on me. He terrifies me. I say no with my head. Santo gives me a smile that would horrify even the Devil himself. Then he puts his glass on the desk to grab his cigar and blows the smoke to the side. I might say he's a handsome devil if I didn't know him. But I do know him, and his soul is as tainted as his appearance is breathtaking.He leans toward me, resting his elbows against his knees. This simple gesture seems to make the expensive fabric of his suit crack from his tense muscles.
After long seconds in a chilling silence, he places the pictures above my head and cascades them down. I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me. They are all there. From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company. The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction. I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread. The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help. When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell. He leans comfortably in that black leather chair I've sat in many times. He makes the leather sing on purpose by moving his back more forcefully and looking at me up and down. "Are you going to play dumb with me again, Lulu?" he asks. I swear this man must sit at the Devil's right hand. "I don't know what you want me to say, Santo. I see pictures of me with men I deal with daily, nothing more." I tense up and immediately tuck my head between my shoulders. Santo raises his hand toward me, but I don't get hit. He still throws me a dark look that is mixed with disgust. "Merda, Lulu! Did you think I was going to hit you?" "I don't know. Were you going to hit me, Santo?" I ask him while maintaining his glare. He bends down and picks up a photo from among those spread out on the floor. He slowly lifts it and places it before my horrified eyes. "Ah... you know I don't hit women, Lulu. However, the stronzo who has his lips against yours..." I immediately jump forward to snatch the picture from his hands and grab his calves to beg. "Santo!" He slowly gets up without moving to free me from his legs and takes another puff of his cigar. Then he looks at me with a contempt that would convert the worst man on earth. "What do you think, Lulu? Do you think my big brother will never see these pictures? You think you can let any Figlio di puttana touch you any way they want?"`I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and hiccup to hold back my sobs.
"It was a mistake, Santo. A terrible mistake. There was nothing more to it. I came home right after!" He starts laughing, and I can swear my body freezes just hearing it. "There will be no more mistakes, Lulu," he orders me curtly. He bends down to help me up and casually hands me a cloth handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe away my tears. "Va bene, Lucia. You know what might save this stronzo's life?" I nod, panic completely nipping at my heels. Santo gives me a toothy grin and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Here you go, Lulu... you're going to go to your room and get dressed to please my big brother. After all this time, you know how to make him happy, right? Put on some makeup and that red stuff you used to wear," he said, running his palm over my face. "Then you go to dinner with him, smile at him, and laugh at all the jokes he'll inevitably try to make... because you know, Lulu. My brother only breathes to see your fucking smile..." Santo cracks the thickness of his knuckles before my eyes. "...And I only live for the well-being of every family member. And you know, Lulu. If my big brother smiles tomorrow morning at breakfast, then maybe the stronzo that's currently in the hands of my men will still be breathing for a day." I look at him and let a few more tears roll down my cheeks. "It's none of your business, Santo." He gives me a dark look and starts laughing before taking another sip of his brandy. "Va bene, Lulu. It was none of my business as long as you didn't bring shame on my brother. You could have made a good life for yourself by being more careful about your actions. You must have forgotten after three years of living away from us. You only leave the Family with your body covered with a white sheet." "I haven't forgotten, Santo. But, I still say it's only Elio's and my business." At that moment, I felt like the Devil is in the room. Santo's face is distorted with anger, and I swear I can hear the crystal under his fingers shattering. I scream as the glass flies by my face. The fragile object shatters on the wall placed far behind me, and I have to make monstrous efforts not to vomit on the spot so much I am terrified. Santo points to the door. He doesn't need to guide me further. I know the way perfectly.*
* * I start toward the office door and tilt my head slightly toward Santo as I close the door behind me. "Buonanotte a te," I say mechanically. "Buona notte, Lulu," he answers me coldly, keeping his eyes fixed on the broken glass on the floor. * * * I quickly regain my composure. It's been three years that I know perfectly well how to put on the mask of pretense in public. It is not difficult, and it has become almost intuitive for me. I leave my fingers on the wrought iron railing of the stairs as I climb the steps that lead me to my past. The staff recognizes me and whispers, "Signora Lucia," as I ascend to my room. Eduardo, the old butler, almost runs to meet me. "Que bene! Signore Elio will be delighted to see you home!" I give him a beaming smile and continue my progress while talking with him. It's a habit I've had the entire time Eduardo has been in our employ. "I was busy," I state calmly as I pretend to inspect the dust. "We'll have to clean the office. Santo broke a glass again." The butler nods, but he's not fooled and knows full well that I've been gone for three years. He is too professional to make the point, and he knows I am trying to change the subject. He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head. "It's good to see you back here, Signora Lucia." I understand all the silent words behind those few words. They must have been living in Hell the whole time I was away. I finally arrive at the door to my room. Of our room. I nod to Eduardo to ask him to leave, and I finally enter this part of my life that I thought I had closed forever. I have to close my eyes for a moment, and a cry of pain comes from my lips. Nothing. Absolutely nothing has changed. Everything is absolutely where I left it three years ago. My eyes roam the room. The sheets, the blankets, and the curtains are the same. My eyes find my slippers at the foot of my seat. The book I was reading at the time is still open, and my bookmark of pressed flowers is still sitting between two pages. I run to the headboard and grab one of the abandoned picture frames. My fingers tremble over the smiling faces. I grab another frame, then another, and hold them close to my heart. I fall to my knees and let out a howl into the thick mattress I've spent so many nights on. With him. Then with them. Finally, with us. I rock back and forth, trying to calm myself. I can't breathe. It's like my tears are flooding my lungs. Memories suddenly come flooding back like a stream of images, sounds, and smells. Sunshine, soft breezes, flowers, chocolate scent, and children's laughter mixed with mine and Elio's. Then, tires screeching, screams and gunshots. Finally, silence. I collapse on the ground.Cazzo. Of course, Elio knows! But who told him? Which of our men hastened to tell him... and if. What if Elio goes after Didi? What if Elio drags her down here and forces her to be with me? I'm such an idiot. Elio would never do that. My brother's far too cautious. It's not like him to act this way. The proof is that he still hasn't gone looking for Lucia. "There is no girl. Everything you've been told is bullshit," I reply at last. Elio wobbles, and I can see that he's struggling to stay on his feet before me. The dampness of the air over the last few days must be reawakening the pain in his leg. However, he's still coming closer to me, and I can smell the rancid odor of alcohol on his breath. I nervously start banging my knees. "The famous prostitute everyone's talking about?" asks Elio. His expression is icy. There's been no humanity left in my older brother for almost three years now. Elio loses his balance, and I rush forward to pick him up. He reeks of alcohol and tob
Santo : I finally arrive at Villa Ganovese. Eduardo, our old butler, rushes up to me and grabs my leather jacket as I furiously throw it towards the coat rack. Cazzo. I've got to break something. I've got to... I grab the coat rack and rip it from the wall where it was hung last month. Eduardo looks at me, annoyed, but withdraws without saying anything. Besides, this isn't my first crisis. So he knows it's never a good idea to stand too close to me when this happens. Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo. I've got to calm down. I nervously run my hands through my hair as I head straight for the kitchen. I take a moment to glance at the large clock, a veritable jewel of goldsmith's art, steel, and craftsmanship, hanging on the wall. I don't know how Lulu managed to find something like this. Only the hands are visible, and there's nothing to indicate the presence of a plug or motor. Cazzo! It's not yet time for me to eat when I'm in Vill
I look at him and start yawning without even putting my hand in front of my mouth. I start laughing the moment he grabs a handful of my hair. I take advantage of this and immediately pull his ponytail in the opposite direction. We look perfectly stupid with our heads tilted to one side, challenging each other with our eyes. "Let go," Salvatore articulates slowly. "Only if you let go first, Sali," I reply, also gritting my teeth. "Stop being childish," Vincenzo orders with a sigh. Salvatore and I let go at the same time, raising our hands. Then he finally comes out, shaking my hair to annoy me. "I want cannoli for breakfast tomorrow," Salvatore declares. "You can stick them wherever I think," I reply, giving him a masterful middle finger under the disapproving gaze of my eldest brother. I hear Salvatore laugh and can't help smiling back. Of course, I'll give him all the cannoli in the universe. Cazzo. He's a bastard, but I love him. Ha! I'll put thos
(Didi) "Let go of me, Vin," I say, trying to free my arm from my older brother's grip. He doesn't let go until the black doors of his armored car open. Vincenzo almost throws me inside, and I immediately find myself seated between Salvatore and Terzo. "We've found her, Don Vincenzo," declares one of our men. I hear Salvatore and Terzo stifle a laugh, then they both put an arm around my shoulders. "In the other car. I've got urgent family business to attend to," replies my eldest brother. I frown, realizing that my brothers have come to pick up a woman. Who is she? "A target," I ask. But Terzo presses his index finger against my temple. "Stai zitto (shut up*), Didi," he orders me. I cross my arms over my chest and just stare into the central rearview mirror so I can observe the expression on Vincenzo's face. But that's a waste of time. The Bonanis aren't known for being very expressive. Salvatore's furious gaze doesn't escape me, and I end up looking
"How much do I take?" I repeat. Santo suddenly pulls me into a hug, and I'm wondering whether I'm dreaming or not. I realize I'm sitting right on his... the Madonna! He looks thrilled to see me there! If I'm dreaming... really, it would be great if I could avoid waking up too quickly. I try to sit up, leaning on his shoulders, but he holds me firmly and starts laughing. Oh, dear. The things his laughter does to my body. "Kiss me, Didi," he commands, sliding his hands just under my chest. "Wh...what?" I reply, pulling my head back. Damn, this dream sounds too real to be true. I know. What I'm saying doesn't make sense, but wow. Santo grabs my jaw with one hand, his eyes are locked on my mouth, and he's looking at me like I'm a white chocolate pana cotta with raspberry coulis. "I want you to kiss me, Didi," he says seriously. Santo straightens up to kiss me. Hey. SANTO GETS UP TO KISS ME!? I'm frozen in place. What should I do? A) let him do it. B
(Didi) Santo presses me against him with a sharp gesture. Wini gives me a big smile before releasing my hands and winking away. Great, sister! She abandons me as soon as a slightly attractive guy touches me. Well, okay. He's not just any guy. Yes. I also agree that it's THE good-looking guy who gropes me, but still! You can't say you're the sister who's looking out for me and abandoning me to the first frotter who comes along... even if that frotter is a living god on whom I'd rather rub myself indecently, but... Hey. I don't know if he's got a flashlight in his pants or if it's... oh. A shiver runs down my spine. Santo's hand moves up under my crop top and stops where my bra is. "It's Santo," he whispers in my ear in a husky voice. To say my panties are soaked at this precise moment is an understatement. It's a fucking tidal wave, and I have to squeeze my legs. I feel like if I breathe or move a millimeter, my thighs will get soaked too. It's the sexies
One of the bartenders waves me over - I know from memory that he's the one in charge of the bar - and he nods towards Wini: "Go get her," he orders me. I nod quickly and feel a warmth gradually building in my chest. Wow. This is the first time I've felt "safe" as a woman among ordinary citizens. Wini was right when she said the employees here were one big family. I quickly put down my tray and move through the crowd to put a hand on Wini's shoulder: "Hey. We need reinforcements. Big order on the way, and I need arms." I don't glance at Wini, but I observe the stronzo standing before her. He's ogling me from head to toe. Moron thinks he's at the top of the food chain in his little striped shirt and gold chains. I just want to jam my pen into his jugular when I see him licking his lips. Wini is completely tense, but she pulls me toward the bar. However, I don't know why, but my eyes land behind the stronzo. And now I'm terrified too. Vincenzo is there. Behind him are my
(Didi-a little before the events in the nightclub.) I got home last night and had to sneak through Villa Bonani to avoid being intercepted by my brothers. There is no way I would let any of them ask me questions and start looking through my things. I'm lying in my room, dressed simply in a large black knit and panties, as I take out my pay for the evening. Between my fingers, I manipulate the sum I've collected in a single night. I'm amazed by the ease with which I've been able to gather so much money so quickly. "So much money?" I say aloud with irony and bitterness. I'm not even close. Merda. At this rate, I'm going to have to take on contracts if I want to get the hell out of this house as soon as possible. No, no, no, Didi. You've done everything you can to become an ordinary citizen. Keep your goal in mind, I can't help but scold myself. I need money. I've got a newspaper spread out in front of me, and I'm horrified by the rent prices. If I take into accoun
(Santo) Did I listen to Matteo and go home to change? Absolutely. Did I scour the net for "total boyfriend" chick mags to find out what to wear? Absolutely. Did I nag our employees for THE outfit for tonight? Yes, I did. So here I am, surrounded by my bodyguards, as we walk past everyone into the strip club-turned-nightclub. No sooner had I arrived than Alvize, the manager, ran up to me and nodded towards the VIP section of the nightclub. Cazzo. My five cousins are all here already. I can tell by the number of girls in skimpy dresses climbing the steps leading up to the room. I can hear them shouting my name when these stronzi notice me. Cazzo. I wanted to go to the "office" first, ask for Didi to serve me, and then I would have joined them. "Saaaaaantooooo" scream my cousins when I arrive. I find myself having to hug each one of them. But I'm livid because their presence ruins all my plans for tonight. One of them stares me up and down and runs his hands
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