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Infernale Let’s go home-2
I nod slowly. I am torn, once again, between several conflicting emotions. I don't know what to think about all this, but one thing is sure now: I am carrying Elio's child inside me. My mind is now clear on this, and I will never allow my child to grow up without his father. It only took us an hour to change and go home. Just as I head to our conjugal room, Elio grabs my hand and pulls me to another hallway in the Villa. "Where are you taking me?" I ask him, intrigued. "To my room," he answers. "Your room? I don't understand, sole mio. Our room is here..." He glances over his shoulder at me and continues to lead me toward an area of the property that I thought was part of the employee quarters. The air around Elio seems to change, becoming icier with each additional step he takes. It's not my husband standing before me, but Don Ganovese. "Amore mio. From the day you left, I never used this room again, and I made sure that it remained perfectly as you left it. But, I can swe
Infernale They are mine-1
I can hear hurried footsteps and children's voices coming from another room. "Signora Lucia, the children are here," the butler respectfully announces. "Good. Send them in," I reply immediately, placing the various assortments of desserts on the veranda table. I nervously smooth the fabric of my dress over my stomach and glance at the clock. I spent yesterday and the morning preparing them. I made sure there was everything and, most importantly, that Santo wasn't around. He would be able to devour it all before the kids could get a bite. I made sure to wear a powder pink satin dress and delicate jewelry, and my makeup is discreet with soft colors. I want my outward appearance to reassure these two poor, now orphaned children. Leo and Laura enter shyly, holding hands. Ah. What a magnificent picture they offer to my sight. I want them both. They are mine from now on, and nothing and nobody can take them away from me. I should have done this from the beginning, and this is the
Infernale They are mine-2
I swear I could kill that woman with my own hands a second time. However, my anger subsides as soon as I meet Leo's eyes. I make a promise to myself, and I will personally make sure that this woman never has a grave. But she won't have to worry up there. I will take the best care of her children. They are mine now. I keep my face perfectly inexpressive as I lightly shake Leo's hand. "Don't worry. Just keep going. I can see it makes you feel good to talk about it." He slowly nods his head. I can see in his eyes a host of feelings running through him. What could his mother have done to him, shown him, or said to him to make such a young boy feel so guilty? My anger disappears as soon as I see the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Mama slapped me that day. She insisted that we call Don Elio, Dad. She said he would let us do it, but I didn't agree. If Don Elio had wanted to, he would have asked us. So I was really happy to see you that day, Signora Lucia. I thought that y
Infernale Epilogue 1 : Lucia
It only took a few days for us to tell Leo and Laura that their mother was missing and that we wanted to adopt them. The children refused at first but finally agreed when we presented them with evidence - fabricated evidence - that their mother had abandoned them. They were adopted under my maiden name. Leo surprised us when he said it was the right thing to do. He was afraid that their adoption would cause discord among the Ganovese. He is still so young and yet is already very mature. As soon as the adoption papers were finalized, the children asked for permission to call us Papa and Mama, which we immediately accepted. Elio didn't say anything else, but the moment he closed his eyes and took them in his arms didn't escape me. These children will be loved more than I can imagine. Since that day, I wake up every morning patiently waiting for them to call. And I cherish every moment they are near me. We did the check-up ultrasound, and I was inconsolable for an hour when I was
Infernale Epilogue : Elio
I'm sitting in the leather chair in my office. I'm in a state of absolute stress, and I don't know what's keeping me from pulling out my gun and firing a bullet into the leg of the happy jerk in front of me. I take a long puff of my cigar like a man trying to get air so he doesn't choke. These bastards are going to kill me with an ulcer or cancer... or both. Cazzo. This day was perfect. I woke up holding Lucia in my arms. She let me make love to her, and I had to be in complete control not to take her to every corner of the house. My wife is absolutely gorgeous. But when she is pregnant, she looks like a goddess, and I could build temples for the world to celebrate her. Cazzo. I have just burned my entire cigar while Santo keeps his fists clenched on his thighs and doesn't dare to look me in the face anymore. I angrily grab my lighter and relight a cigar. Cazzo. Even my lighter refuses to work. The universe has decided to piss me off today. In a fit of anger, I throw the l
Infernale Santo - 1
"Don Santo," the security team members greet me in unison. I massaged my temples as the pungent smell of cheap perfumes, the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, and the lively music hit me hard. "Santo is enough. The Don is Elio. I've only taken over his job on an interim basis," I answer coldly. Cazzo. A young woman, completely drunk, has just tried to get past the protective screen formed by my guards. "You're here!" she says with a falsely delighted look. Another one who wants to make others believe she knows me. Me ne frego (I don't care*), and I continue my progression. I want to get out of here quickly. It's almost dinner time, and I'm pissed to make this courtesy visit just before my meal. I don't have time to realize what's going on, and I feel myself being pulled back. The drunk has just grabbed the middle of the back of my tailored jacket. "Hey, handsome, you can do whatever you want with me if you take me with you," she says to me as I stagger off. I'm like
Infernale Santo-2
(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood. I walked in just as this man was threatening my Don. And my body reacted by pure automatism. He and I exchange a look of respect for each other. We have the same dark brown hair color and the same lips. The only difference is that I inherited our mother's green eye color, unlike him. "My little prodigy sister is finally back home," he said as he got up from his chair to give me a hug. "Vincenzo," I murmured, closing my eyes. I take a deep breath as I smell his perfume, and I know at
Infernale Santo-3
"La Madona! You're a lifesaver, Didi!" exclaims Alvize, the manager of the VIP section of the casino. "These are my recommendations and photocopies of my cooking and training diplomas that I passed in Europe. I hope not to disappoint you tonight", I say coldly before raising an eyebrow at the way he looks me up and down. He realizes my cautious look and clears his throat loudly to get rid of the embarrassment: "I don't need to look at these papers, Didi. In the restaurant business, the only recommendation above all others is Dino Bonani." I can't hold back a mocking chuckle and pick up my papers again: "Dino Bonani is my grandfather. He could very well be playing favorites." Alvize raises both hands to face level and shakes his head in the negative: "Not a chance. You and I both know that your grandfather is THE reference. No chance of him playing favorites." I don't say anything more and just look at him coldly. He's still ogling me. "Alvize. I don't appreciate ho
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