LUCREZIAI watched as my father talked to Pietro. My grip on my champagne tightened as I observed the exchange between them. Even with this great distance between us, I could tell that father is giving Pietro a hard time. I don’t know if I should feel amuse or if I should feel bad about Pietro. I know how hard my father can be. I inherited that trait from him.Even though Pietro is more powerful than my father, it doesn’t stop him from pushing his buttons. My father loves to poke sticks on sleeping tigers. I sashayed towards them, to put their delightful conversation into a stop. I’m also curious about what they were talking about even though I know that they wouldn’t let me into their conversation.I slowed down when I have arrived at enough distance towards them. I was planning to hear some of their conversation, but I already arrived too late.The two is now done talking and they are having a staring contest instead. I could even feel the tension between them from this distance.
LUCREZIAPietro stared into my eyes as I looked at him worriedly. My eyes fell to his adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down upon my touch. His irises slowly turned to the corner of his eyes as he stared at my hand that was touching him so affectionately.I fluttered my hand away from his cheek, feeling flustered at what I just did. I’ve never touched a man like that before. He is also the first man that I ever came up this close with. I stepped back, to give us enough distance. He was too close that I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe that I just grabbed him like that. My body moved at its own accord because I was just to worried for his health.Pietro retches, making me flinch back, afraid that he would vomit on me. Pietro was able to hold himself as he continued to heave dryly.“What’s wrong?” I asked him as I tried to assist him.I held him, afraid that he would fall anytime.Pietro did not answer. he shuts his eyes and holds his forehead with one hand. He looks like he is in t
PIETROI am lying on the bed, watching TV as my body takes its time to heal. I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve fully rested like this, wasting away time, doing nothing. I’ve never been this unproductive in my whole life. Because of my injury, I was required to have a full bed rest. I couldn’t do anything but watch tv, scroll down my phone and stay on bed.Pericles was strict on making sure that I do anything else but work. Besides, I really couldn’t get out of bed even if I wanted to. Small movements causes sharp pain in my wound. I really have no choice but to stay on bed until my wound heals enough for me to move around. The doctor said that my wound wouldn’t have grown this serious if I didn’t pushed my body too much. If I didn’t forced myself to go to that engagement party, my body wouldn’t have to suffer so much damage.Aside from that, I wasn’t also able to do much when I came to the engagement party. I failed to have my chance to talk to Leuzzi and clarify why he
LUCREZIAI wiped the tears away from my face using the back of my hands as I separate from Pericle’s hug. I took a stepped back and gave him a shy smile as I sniffed away the tears and looked up at him shyly. I was just so glad at the news that I heard from Pericles that I jumped and wrapped my hands around him. I must have startled him. Pericle’s looked at me with a frowning expression making me feel even more embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” I told him in a whisper as I hid my hands behind my back.“Are you okay?” Pericles asked me.I pursed my lips and nodded my head immediately, making my hair bounce at my sides.“Why do you seem…happy?” He asked me once again with a hint of hesitation in his voice.My brows drew together upon his question. Why shouldn’t I be happy? Didn’t he just tell me that Pietro is fine?“I told you that Pietro doesn’t want to see you. Why are you still happy?” Pericle changed his question when he saw how I got confused at his question.My smile was swept away wh
LUCREZIAI smiled at my sister’s resounding laugh. Instead of pointing her out, I stayed silent and giggled along with her, not wanting her to go back to the sour mood that she had. I secretly hoped that she had already forgotten that she was just mad at me. I looked up at her when she spoke as I go along with her.“You see? Even I were feeling second hand embarrassment from you,” she adds after her laughter had died down.I frowned once again when I remembered that she wasn’t just laughing earlier, she was laughing at me. “So what?” I asked, still acting ignorant and stubborn. “It’s the reason why Pietro and I became close to each other. If it wasn’t for that maybe we wouldn’t have been engaged by now.”“Yeah, you continue doing that and you are going to get dumped on your wedding day,” she muttered sarcastically making me frown. “Pietro’s going to realize that he made a mistake asking you for marriage.”“You’re just a pessimist. You always assume the worst that could happen.”“May
PIETROMy lunch has just arrived. My stomach growled as soon as my house servants came into my room holding my tray of food. Pericles stood by the entrance of my room, making sure that I receive all the help I need so I would recover quickly.Pericles has been supervising the whole thing. He also made sure that I follow the doctor’s orders and that I eat whatever is served for me on time. Pericles watched me like a hawk, giving me no space or no chance to do whatever I want.I slowly scooted backwards until my back touched the headrest of my bed as the servants served me lunch on bed.I honestly wanted to go back to my usual routine where I can eat alone on the table, but even that Pericles wouldn’t allow me to do it. Pericles is strict on making sure that I do the doctor’s orders. He didn’t want me to move much and put pressure on my my injury so I did most of the things on bed.I never liked eating food on bed, it reminds me that I’m sick as if the pain of my injury wasn’t a const
EROSThree days ago…“AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!” I yelled loudly as I threw the glass that I was holding across the room. I pulled my hair in frustration and my eyes bulged as I burned in anger. I breathed in slow ragged breaths as I try to calm myself from anger.It was Pietro. It was him who is making me this angry right now.I thought everything is finished. I thought I have already handled him and had him under control. Pietro was supposed to be a solved problem for me. I was supposed to be celebrating today after hitting two birds in one stone.Pietro would be dead.I would be engaged to marry Lucrezia.And I would be happily celebrating my already ensured future without anyone to stop me.This day is supposed to be a day of celebration, not until Pietro showed up alive and well at the party earlier without even a single injury on his body. The person I thought would be dead by now is alive and just appeared in front of me earlier as if nothing had happened. The guy I hired to kill him
EROSI held the fake smile on my face as I stared at Raimondo with an amicable expression. I’ve been holding the same expression for the whole day since Pietro appeared at the engagement party earlier. Since morning until now, all I did was present a smile and pretend that all was well with me as I hid anger deep in my heart. With so many guests present at the engagement party, I couldn’t risk anyone to see what I was really thinking about the whole event. It was easy to fool everyone and make them think that I was hhaving a good time in the party even though I was boiling in anger from the inside.No one would have any idea how much effort it took me to be all smiles all day and to keep myself from bursting out from the real emotions that were boiling up inside of me. Not to mention the time when I had a personal conversation with Pietro. I even had to force out a laugh in front of him as I play along with his pretentious facade. He had no idea that during inside our whole conv
“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