LUCREZIA“Am I seeing things?” I thought to myself when I saw Pietro standing at the door of my room staring at me and then turning his eyes around my room, his eyes landing on the pictures I have of him. I blinked my eyes multiple times thinking that my eyes were just playing tricks on me. I know I’ve been missing Pietro so much since I left. I must have missed him so much that my eyes had started playing tricks on me. He can’t actually suddenly be here standing at the door of my room. I stilled on the ground as Pietro walked in and took his picture that I stuck at the corner of my mirror. With one hand in his pocket, he fiddled with his photo as he stared at it intently. “Is this me?” he asked in a low voice making my heart race.Heat rushed to my cheeks when I heard his familiar voice, telling me that my eyes are not playing tricks on me. Pietro is actually here. He is in my room and now he is holding one of his pictures that I were keeping from him.
LUCREZIAI stared at Pietro after noticing this difference. Based on the look he has on his face, I’m sure he had noticed it too. Right now, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness radiating off him. Even though he was good at holding back his emotions, I could easily tell that something is wrong with him.Somehow, I couldn’t help but guess that maybe the secret he is hiding from me is something that is deeply rooted from his childhood. That explains why the secret is a very sensitive topic to him.I wonder if this has something to do with how his parents treated him. His parents couldn’t have treated him that bad, right? After all he was their only son and their only heir to the business. Wanting to comfort him, I placed a hand on Pietro’s shoulder instead. Pietro stilled and glanced at my hand that I placed on his shoulder. I retracted my hand back, unsure with the sharp stare that he gave to my hand. I thought that hugging him would be too much,
PIETROWith a pained expression on my face, I tried to hold down Lucrezia and stop her from pushing me away from her. With tears on her face, she tries to force me to leave but I refused to let her go. “Lucrezia,” I had whispered her name several times as I tightened my grip around her. The more I try to restrain her, the more she would forcefully struggle herself out of my hold. I don’t understand why she is suddenly acting out like this. Our conversation was just going well earlier between us. We even had smiles on our faces as we talked about our photos growing up. My parents never took or kept a picture of me in the past, so I could no longer remember how I looked like when I was little. I never had albums of me growing up unlike any other children. I don’t have a photo album to open up when I wanted to reminisce the past or when I wanted to see what I used to look like. So when I found out that Lucrezia had secretly taken pictures of me while g
PIETRO“Don Carusso.”In a dizzy state, I raised my head to see the person who recognized me. “Pericles?” I asked in a slurred voice. Even though my vision had turned fuzzy, I could still recognize Pericles whom I grew up with and who had always been with me through good times and bad times. I’ve been through everything with Pericles that it would be counted as betrayal if I failed to recognize him even in this drunk state.“What are you doing here?” I asked him, my head lolling off to the side as he crouches down in front of me. Pericles faced me eye to eye. I gave him a serious look expecting to welcome his disappointed gaze, but I received a worried look from him instead. I waited for Pericles to utter a word, to scold me for getting drunk in a club all by myself despite of my identity, deliberately putting myself in danger. However upon seeing my pitiful state, he didn’t dare to do so. Instead, he kept his silence and stole the bottle of alcohol from my hand. I tried to tight
PIETROMy heart twitched inside my chest upon hearing his question. The pain that I was trying to bury inside myself with alcohol resurfaced once again after he brought out the reason why I am wasting myself alone in this bar again. Pericles turns silent and shifts uncomfortably on his seat upon realizing that he had taken his question too far. He suddenly turns his mouth shut upon seeing the sudden change in my mood.I turned my head away from him in silence after his question pierced right through my heart. As silence and awkwardness enveloped both of us, I turned my attention to the glass of alcohol that I ordered which I still hadn't drunk until now. With an uncomfortable lump inside my throat, I swirled my glass of alcohol with an effortless swerve of my wrist, watching how the liquid wrapped around the ice like turbulent waves.The loud music of the bar faded in my ears as Pericles's question occupied my mind and my eyes straightened on the object in my hand.An uncomfortab
PIETROI shook my head in disagreement when I heard Pericles’s words. Although we have that chance, I don’t think we really had the option to grab it. Besides, his logic is faulty.He’s saying that what Bianca did is a good thing, what she did would never be a good thing even if she has good reasons. Abandoning your friends and abandoning your responsibility as soon as you were given a chance is simply an act of betrayal.Pericles is right when he said that we only live one life, but our lives more important than the many lives of people in this world?We do live one life and so do others. We should make our lives worth it by saving the world, making many people live an easy and better life with their one chance of living in this world.Pericles’s brow knotted together when he received an undesired reaction from me. He stared at my face, not believing the negative reaction I gave him. A weird look appeared on his face, not understanding why I wouldn’t agree with him.“Pietro,” Pericle
LUCREZIA"What is the problem? Is everything okay?" Letizia rushes in my room a few minutes after Pietro had left.With quivering lips and a broken heart, I took a few steps backwards until the back of my knees touched my bed, making me sit there, feeling at a loss. Letizia rushes beside me upon seeing my distressed state. Without any idea of what has happened to me, she could only sit beside me in silence, with worry covering her entire body."I knew it! There is no other reason for you to come here alone unless something is going on between you and your husband" Letizia voices out with her eyes squinted together."Why didn't you tell me? why did you chose tohide things from me?" Letizia bombarded me with questions.Even I were to inform her about it, I doubt that it would bring us any help. As much as possible, I do not want to involve her in my situation, not just because it would be more troublesome, but also because I don't want my sister to worry about me too.She already has a
LUCREZIAI shut my eyes tight after the words escaped my mouth. I suddenly felt bad when I felt Letizia turn rigid beside me."W-What?" Letizia slightly stuttered as she asks me in a weak voice. Knowing the weight of my words too well, I lowered my head and bit my lower lip in shame upon telling her the truth.Getting a divorce as an Italian-American who is known for filial piety and holds marriage as a sacred thing is immoral for us.Divorce is even a topic of conversation that shouldn't be discussed for us.In all the marriages that happened in the Italian-American families whether they were successful or not, no one ever got divorce after marriage.People in the mafia looks down on divorce, especially on divorced husband and wives. If Pietro and I got divorced, not only will people close around us will look down on us, but it would basically be self destructing our reputation in the mafiaBeing a divorced husband or a divorced woman"W-Why?" Letizia asks softly, still slightly st
“Shit! Shit! Shit! You imbeciles! I’m paying you money and you can’t even kill one damn man!” Eros was agitated and he couldn’t stop yelling while staring at his computer. He had cameras all over his mansion so he could see everything that was happening. Eros had never seen Pietro fought anyone before. He didn’t expect him to be this good. He is like James Bond, taking down so many people at a time. Eros is not fully aware of Pietro’s past. He has no idea about the training that he got as a little child. Pietro was trained to be like a killer machine. His training could be likened to that of Black Widow, if only that character was real. Eros kept sending and sending all his people, but Pietro killed all the men trying to stop him from reaching his wife until Eros had no one else to send and stop Pietro anymore. Lucrezia had no access to the computer, but she witnessed how Eros was scared out of his wits as he watched what Pietro is doing to his men. Lucrezia could also fully hear
Lucrezia’s stomach turned. Even though they are criminals and big time mafias, they still have their own principles and things that they couldn’t bring themselves to do.Eros is just pure evil, a monster.He is a disgrace to the mafias. What kind of man could say those words with a straight face.“What does these things have to do with my father? What does it have to do with Pietro? Why do you have to kill him?” Lucrezia asks.“You see, your father and I share the same goal. We want to be the best in the Commission and Pietro is an obstacle stopping us from reaching that goal.Lucrezia felt more guilty upon hearing this. She thought Pietro was the one who was greedy. She thought he was the one trying to become the next capo di tutti capi.“If that is so, then why spare me? Why spare my father? I’m Pietro’s wife. Why not kill me with him?”“Because your father and I had a deal.” Eros answers taking Lucrezia by surprise.“A deal?” Lucrezia mutters breathlessly feeling like she just disco
“Vaffanculo! Vaffanculo!” Lucrezia curses repeatedly inside her car as she drove along with other Italian curses that she grew up hearing from their Italian helpers at home. Lucrezia pressed on the gas pedal, speeding at the almost empty highway at dawn to reach her husband at home who has no idea that his life is in danger. She shouldn’t ave gone to her home. She shouldn’t have told her father anything. She shouldn’t have stuck her nose where it doesn’t belong in the first place. She shouldn’t have opened the door to Pietro’s office and indulged herself in the secrets that he was hiding. No wonder why Pietro is keeping things from her. Just hours after she found out his secret and she had already placed Pietro’s life in danger. Lucrezia had no idea that her father is working with Eros Cassiano to get rid of Pietro. She should have known that in the mafia, everybody has their own dark secrets and hidden agendas to hide. The fact that Pietro has one, shouldn’t have surprised her an
Raimondo was silent for a long time as he listened to his daughter as she confides into him about Pietro’s secret. Raimondo earnestly listened without questioning her daughter’s words or interrupting her. Raimondo just stared into her daughter’s eyes as she went on with her story as if he was listening to her because he was worried about her. Lucrezia is supposed to tell her father about what Pietro’s secrets that she had just found about, the secrets that she discovered in Pietro’s office, but she changed her mind last minute because she thought it was a very important secret and it could implicate Pietro’s life, so she couldn’t rashly share those things to her father. Additionally, Lucrezia knows that her father would react negatively if he founds out bout that. Even she reacted so negatively when she finds out that her husband is planning something against the Commission. Unless she had ensured everything, unless she had everything straight with Pietro, nobody can find out abou
PIETRO woke up because of his nightmare. For the first time, ever since he slept in the same bed as his wife, he woke up with the same dream, the same nightmare again.Ever since Pietro was a child, there wasn’t a night when he had not woken up haunted by nightmares. He always dreamed of the same thing, the friend that he killed. Every night, he would jolt up awake and the last thing he could remember was the picture of him pulling the trigger and killing his friend. His dream is very vivid like it all happened again. It was always exactly how he remembered it happen. Saying that Pietro was traumatized would be an understatement. Pietro was broken by his past, and only Lucrezia was able to piece him together. Through the love and kindness that she showed him, Pietro was able to forgive himself and see his value. Pietro calmly sits up, his breathing was rash and heavy like he had just ran a marathon. When his racing heart had finally slowed down, he opens the light beside him caus
It’s already evening when I arrived home which means Pietro must be waiting for me at home. I wasn’t planning to stay outside until evening, but I had to travel between two different cities because Agrippa’s house and the place where I am going to get the key are located at two opposite cities. I wore a huge smile on my face as if I had the best day of my life as soon as I entered home. Just as I am expecting, Pietro is waiting for me at the living room just like how I always wait at the living room for him to welcome him home. Pietro’s eyes dropped on the shopping bags I’m carrying as soon as I entered the door. Seeing this, he did not dare ask where I went. He just assumed that I went for a shopping spree. On the way home, I stopped at a mall and shopped random things so that Pietro would think I spent the whole day at the mall. “You had a great day?” Pietro asked me as he walked towards me.I grinned at him. “I bought everything that I wanted.”“Good, you own all my money. You
Agrippa sighed at the other side of the door, the loudest that I have ever heard her sigh. She knew that there is no way I’d leave this place. Even though my foot is hurting, jammed and pressed at the foot of their door, I wasn’t willing to remove my foot and let her go.No, I won’t leave this place, not until I find out everything that is happening, and not until I have given all the help that I could give her. No one deserves to be abused like that. No woman or no wife should live in the same house with her husband abusing her. My face softened and my heart ached inside my heart when Agrippa finally opened the door, revealing her inside. Agrippa refused to look at me on the eye. Her head is lowered in shame even though she had nothing to be ashamed about. I swallowed hard, not saying anything. You wouldn’t know what to say once you saw a hurt person in front of you. I’m afraid that if I say something it will only make Agrippa close herself from me even more. Asking her if she’s
LUCREZIALife was back to normal when Pietro had arrived back home. Our life routine is back, and things got pretty boring for me once again as a wife who is always left at home without anything to take care of.If only Pietro gave me kids to take care of, then I wouldn’t have to feel so bored and I would stay all day at home without any complaints.I have sent Agrippa a message that I would visit her today. Although I haven’t received any reply from the heads up message I sent her, I decided to still just go. At least I have given her a heads up. Wheteher she replies or not it’s actually out of my control.With the help of Pietro’s driver and bodyguard that he had hired specially for me. I went to the mall first to buy something for Agrippa and her three little kids.I do not want to go there empty handed. Besides, I rarely go to their house to visit and I don’t give gifts to Agrippa’s kids often. 
LUCREZIAI stared at the ceiling as I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open as Pietro softly snores beside me. While Pietro is having the best sleep of his life, I couldn’t sleep because of I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation we had in the car.For some reasons, Pietro’s words doesn’t sit well with me. I really don’t believe that Orenzio is the man behind all of this. I don’t think it’s possible that Orenzio knew about his father’s disease beforehand and that he was the one who told Serrano about it.I couldn’t forget the surprised look on Orenzio’s face and the anger that he felt as Serano stood on the stage making accusations against his father and telling everyone that he was hiding his dementia.Even if that was all just an act, I don’t believe that Orenzio could pull all that off so perfectly. A person always leaves a hint when he lies, and his eyes always tells