Emilia casually made her way barefoot and half naked around the hotel kitchenette. Instant coffee was certainly not her thing but it was all that was available to them. She poured in a little milk before taking the two mugs and making her way back to the bedroom where Antonio was sitting on the edge of the bed buckling his suit pants back up. Their lunch time meetings at random hotels were becoming an irresponsible and regular occurrence. Neither of the pair cared to discuss the morality factors of the situation and Emilia seemed content with what they had. "Here you go" she handed him one of the mugs and crawled back onto the bed behind him. She took a sip of hers and placed it on the bedside table before crawling back over to Antonio. She wrapped her arms around his waist letting her hand travel dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. Her cold silk blouse rubbed against his bare back as she pushed herself up further onto her knees so her lips met his right ear. Her breat
Rosalia leaned against the archway of her doorway with her left leg peering through the slit of her dress. Her hair, styled mostly to one side creating a massive amount of volume, the loose curls sitting perfectly on her breasts. "Before we go anywhere, I'd just like to say I don't appreciate being summoned to go on a date" "Hello to you too Rosalia. You look stunning" Giovanni smiled holding out a medium sized box in the palm of his left hand. "Another gift? You know what I'd really prefer?" "I'm certain you're going to tell me" Rosalia laughed shaking her head at him unimpressed, "funny, you come with jokes too. I'd prefer you come over here yourself to ask me out" "Well I was busy" "You weren't busy enough to pick out this dress" Rosalia pushed herself up to an upright position no longer leaning on the door frame. "Time very well spent I see" Giovanni replied admiring all her perfect curves which his dress complimented very well. He flipped the velvet box open rev
Rosalia found herself back in the Maserati and en route to Giovanni's home. Her nerves and anxiety did not shock her in the slightest; she more than expected those feelings to brew inside her.When they traveled up an elevator and the doors slid open revealing luscious marble flooring and full length windows overlooking the magnificent city however, that most certainly did shock her. The entry from the elevator was absolutely spectacular. Modern long white couches mixed with black single seater armchairs. A sleek glass coffee table, even full length lounge gun lamps scattered throughout the room. She was suddenly extremely embarrassed of the fact that Giovanni had set foot in her two bedroom standard New York City apartment. "Your place is amazing" she finally spoke needing desperately to break the silence. Giovanni shrugged not really phased at all by her admiration for the place. "My father organised this place for all of us brothers. It was kind of a bachelor pad when we were a
Even though Rosalia was exhausted from a combination of an extremely busy day and a very late night the night before, she was still very eager to enjoy some after work drinks with some of her colleagues. They sat in a nearby bar laughing about the day and drinking. It was all fun and games until a very irritated looking Ricci Marino came barging towards them angrily. "Great of you to answer your phone Rosa", his tone was just as bad as the look on his face. He took Rosalia's arm pulling her towards him. She pulled back a little surprised by his actions. It wasn't exactly his style to manhandle her. "Ricci? What the hell?" She stated confused. She moved away from his grip and reached into her bag. Surely enough her cell phone had several missed calls and text messages from him. "I've been looking for you all over the place" "I'm sorry, I had no idea you were even picking me up today" She stated honestly. After Giovanni had dropped her off in the morning they had not discussed it
"I'm so sorry Michael" Rosalia repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time as Ricci clicked the safety back onto his gun and placed it back into the back of his pants. She could not apologise enough for the embarrassment Ricci had caused her. "It's fine really. Just a misunderstanding. It's not every day I have a gun pointed at my face but you know, I guess I could have been an intruder" Michael stated babbling on in an attempt to make light of the situation. Even though the gun had been withdrawn, Ricci could not wipe the annoyed look off his face, it appeared that he was not even attempting to look or seem sorry. He stepped aside to let Michael walk by him and towards the front door to leave back to his apartment. Rosalia quickly stopped him grabbing onto his arm before he reached the door. "Please, stay for dinner, I was just about to make something. You know, before all this happened!" She stated with a nervous smile on her face hoping she could make amends. Michael c
Giovanni's mother looked Rosalia up and down at an agonisingly slow pace. Her eyes practically burning through her in the most intimidating manner. Rosalia opened her mouth to say something but closed it again after nothing came out, she was speechless. It was clear his mother had no idea she would be here. How embarrassing. She thought to herself utterly humiliated. Her fingers nervously played with the front of her strapless white dress wishing for someone to finally break the awkward silence. "Giovanni!" His mother's voice shrieked. "Ho detto, chi è questa?" (I said, who is she?), she repeated turning her attention from Rosalia and back to her son who was looking calm and un phased. "Mamma smetila. E attenta a quello che dici. capisce Italiano". (stop it and be careful what you say, she understands Italian) His mother remained un phased with the information. She rolled her eyes and stopped the waiter walking by with a tray of champagne. Slowly she took two flutes handing one t
"I really don't think your mother likes me" Rosalia announced to Giovanni when they were finally alone. All afternoon she had to endure his mothers less than welcoming judgemental glances which made her skin crawl. Just like any respectful Italian woman though, she endured every negative and sarcastic remark simply shrugging it off. She was grateful for little Sophia who provided quite a distraction for the remainder of the day. Giovanni rummaged through the guest kitchen discovering some leftover lasagne in the fridge. He smiled taking the plate out while listening to Rosalia's concerns. "Hmm" he mumbled almost disinterested, he was not one to take his mother too seriously. He imagined it would take her a little getting used to seeing though he had never attempted to introduce her formally to any woman. He pushed the plate towards Rosalia scrapping it across the stone bench top. "Can you heat it up for me?" He smiled at her almost little boy like shocking her completely. "I d
"The body of missing Junior Finance Broker, Damiano Accardi was recovered in the Passaic River yesterday near Newark.'"Oh my gosh!" Rosalia gasped enthralled in the news headline quickly turning up the volume to catch any further details from her kitchen. Her eyes locked on the television screen, she vaguely noticed Giovanni get up from the couch and walk towards her."Police are yet to release the circumstances but foul play is suspected to certainly be on the cards."Giovanni walked behind the counter and into the kitchen casually making his way behind Rosalia wrapping arms around her. His hands travelled down her arms grabbing onto the remote pressing the red button killing the screen instantly. His lips brushed against the side of her neck while his other hand pushed her long black straightened hair aside."Hey!" She protested attempting to regain control of the remote control and failing miserably when he stepped back holding it hostage playfully. "I was watching that!" She let
Rosalia sat on the bathroom counter in shock. Giovanni had placed her there himself after he had carried her through his home. She trembled in his arms the entire way unable to even form a sentence together. There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask, but no words would come out. The speeding car ride back consisted of Giovanni cursing while making calls as she sat silently. She watched him as he hastily opened up various bathroom cupboards looking for the first aid kit. She heard him mumble under his breath annoyed each time he opened a door not containing what he was searching for. Finally when he did find it he dragged it out throwing it up onto the counter unzipping and reaching for the antiseptic. She watched him tentatively soak a cotton ball, he finally looked up at her, "this is going to sting a little" he stated before dabbing it lightly on her grazed elbow. She felt absolutely nothing, she hadn't even realised her elbow was cut and frankly s
Giovanni glanced at his vibrating cell phone sitting on the table beside him as he casually took apart and cleaned one of his guns. It was the fifth day and Rosalia was still calling his cell. He had heard her out multiple times, sat on his couch fiddling with any objects around him as he listened to all her different kinds of apologies. He reached for the cell pressing the side button killing the sound and screen. He had no voice mail on his cell, voice mails were dangerous. Truth be told, he had already forgiven her days ago, even though he continued to tell her he just needed some time alone to think things over. It was becoming obvious to him that she had feelings for him, feelings that were brewing into something more. There was no other reason for her to be apologising so profusely. Even though he was fairly certain they had experienced more downs than ups he believed they wouldn't be fighting if she didn't feel something. Unfortunately, forgiving Ricci did not come that eas
"I'm going to tell him." Rosalia stated once again, this time she thought she sounded much more convincing. The more she said it out loud the more she gained confidence. She tilted her head up to study Ricci's reaction as he constantly paced throughout her hotel room. He stopped at the kitchenette, his back now to her placing both hands on the counter leaning over to take a moment before turning back around. His back slightly pressed against the counter, he placed both hands back to grip the edge of the counter. "Rosa, we talked about this. You know we can't." "Yes we can!" She argued back attempting to convince him. "He will kill me!" "He won't," she argued back trying to keep her voice at a minimum. "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything. You grew up with his family I'm sure he-" "Jesus Rosalia," he lifted his right hand off the counter bringing it towards his head. He pressed his thumb and forefinger at his temples. "You don't know what he's capable of. We didn't just
Ricci had manoeuvred Rosalia away from the step. His mouth moved in unison with hers as he felt one of her hands drop from the firm cling she had around his neck and make its way under his black drenched dress jacket. He felt her curious fingers stroke his chest through his shirt at a gentle slow pace. He began to mimic her slow pace through his kiss, switching from the fast and frenzied make out session they had suddenly erupted into. He took another step back placing her down onto her feet. His hands travelling up to her face holding her head in a firm grip as he forced her to meet his new pace. Once he was satisfied he let her go abruptly, he leaned down a fraction, his hands quickly making their way straight under her dress gripping her ass firmly. He lifter her effortlessly, instinctively she wrapped her thighs around his waist drawing them closer as he walked forwards pressing her back into the pool wall. A cell phone began to ring from the sun deck chairs. Rosalia was the f
"Morning," Antonio took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke directly into James's face. He glanced over at his brother Matteo and smiled as James tried to breathe through his coughing fit while attempting to wakeup. The pair sat in chairs just in front of him tilting their heads observing his reaction. He clearly had no idea where he was or what was happening to him. "Bill!" James screamed at the discovery of his friend lying lifelessly on the exposed concrete floor in a pool of his own blood. "No!" He continued thrashing against his restraints unable to move from the chair he was bound to. "He's dead," Mattei confirmed bluntly without a care in the world. "He's dead because he wouldn't tell us who made the move on our card game." He leaned in closer to James eyeing him firmly. He needed to know who was boss at this point in time. "Now James," he continued taping the barrel of his gun onto James's knee cap causing him to jerk backwards. "Tell us who paid you and y
At first Rosalia hesitated as she stepped into her apartment. It just didn't feel the same anymore. It didn't feel safe here. It didn't feel like a home anymore. Her thoughts were short lived and interrupted as the sounds of low slow moans filled her ears. "What the?" She mumbled to no one in particular as Giovanni closed the door behind her. The sound of the slam instantly putting a stop to the sex sounds coming from Emilia's room. "Hey!" Emilia dragged herself out of bed entering the main room fairly quickly. She was dressed in a fluffy beige bath robe and looking quite guilty. "Ahh hey." Rosalia greeted her confused. Confused because she was home during her lunch hour, confused because she knew she hated the men that worked at her school, confused because she was fucking someone and didn't seem concerned about the missing items from the apartment. "Who's in there?" And there it was. She watched her friend glance in Giovanni's direction. A guilty look on her face. Rosalia tilted
"What happens now?" Rosalia asked sitting on the floor of her freshly cleaned apartment. She sat leaning against the couch, underneath her lay the cool freshly mopped floorboards. The grey throw rug Emilia picked up at a closing down sale, now gone. It lay wrapped up in one of the bin bags by the front door. The dawn light now flooding into the apartment while the men casually drank their coffees as if they had merely come home from an all night bender. "Have some coffee," Giovanni urged holding his cappuccino out towards her encouraging her to get some caffeine into her system. "You can't miss your shift at work today, I need you to do exactly what you would do every other day Rosalia. Do not change your routine. Not today, understand?" She nodded while pushing away the mug in front of her. She could accept going about her daily routine, but there was no way she could stomach anything right now. Not after the bloodshed before her during the last few hours. How they could stand arou
The interruption of loud music suddenly erupting within the apartment eventually forced the pair apart. Rosalia quite reluctantly pulled away from Giovanni who was clearly attempting to hide his disappointment. The pair quietly reminded themselves that this was not the time for affectionate encounters. She turned the shower off and pulled one of the two towels Giovanni had thrown over the shower door to wipe herself down. Giovanni followed her lead, still staring at her with hooded eyes. The pair stepped out of the shower, Rosalia disappearing into the bedroom for a minute to retrieve some clothes for herself. She pulled on some sweatpants and an off the shoulder sweater before making her way back to the bathroom with her wet towel as she vigorously towel dried her hair. "Throw the towel back in the shower," Giovanni instructed reaching for his underwear within the duffle bag. "I'll get the guys to bleach your shower, I'll destroy the towels too." He secured his black suit pants an
The moment Giovanni had pressed the buzzer and the door automatically opened without as much as an acknowledgement from Rosalia, he knew something was definitely wrong. It was the middle of the night and she hadn't even asked who she was letting in the building? He had pushed the door open to make sure the automatic lock system didn't kick in then retrieved Ricci from the car to join him. It was better to be safe than sorry. The pair quietly made their way up the stairs and leaned against Rosalia's front door listening in. It was quiet. Too quiet. A few minutes went by and still nothing. It wasn't difficult to hear Rosalia's muffled sounds when she finally made herself known. The scrapping of something across the floor was the final straw for the guys on the other side of the door as they withdrew their guns and kicked the door open. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Giovanni was on the floor with Rosalia pulling the tape from her mouth hastily as she cried out. He watched her in a panic suck