Rose stammered. Once she looked down ... things were no longer the same. The sound of Verasco's heavy fists and cries soared into the background. Theo jerked his father's face hard. "What has this old fart done to you?" He spoke with restrained anger.
"Answer me, Rose!" And snapped with his neck muscles flexing everywhere. Once Rose's arm was gripped, there was no longer any silence that Rose could maintain. She tried to pull herself free from the wrath that had completely overtaken Theo to the point that not a shred of patience was lost. "You're hurting me, Theo." Rose complained. The poor decision regenerated the pain even more. "Answer me. What has this old fart done?" Theo's question never changed. The sharp ashen gaze contained a wrenching blade. "Nothing. Your father just slapped me." Theo almost complained. Rose's arms were pulled and shaken together. "I'm not stupid, Rose. Tell me or this will end very"Theo!" The vague movements of the middle-aged man were almost non-existent. Just to highlight what Verasco looked like, Rose was incapable. She acted quickly, grabbed Theo's body and placed her face on her husband's massive back. "Stop it. Please stop." Rose whispered. Theo's breathing rumbled violently, the big shoulders moved. The sound of a pounding heartbeat reached Rose's ears. Theo's anger could turn many things upside down. Rose was grateful that her actions had gradually stopped Theo from the most fatal madness. She would not let Theo go, before distance separated her husband and the nearly unconscious Verasco. "Anthony will take care of your father. Now we go back inside, okay?" It wasn't as easy as Rose said. As long as he wasn't satisfied... Theo would never stop. His fingers reached for the cold object hiding under the black T-shirt he wore. The sound of the cock was ready to explode the face full of thick red liquid.
It was a chaotic mess that had been set in stone. Rose had to leave Verasco and leave the middle-aged man's pain to Anthony, in order to catch up with her husband's distant steps. Theo's massive body entered the main gate of the mansion, not once looking back. At least reconfirming the debris of destruction that was scattered there. Rose quickened her pace, counting every one of Theo's departures that could cause a high wall to rise between them. Where Theo was headed, Rose knew he had no intention of retreating to the master suite. Undeterred by that fact, Rose's common sense began to take a backseat. She didn't want to be left behind and end up with a wasted effort. What else would Theo do but shut himself away when the only place he could go was his own personal space. "Wait, Theo," Rose interrupted. Theo had already reached the doorknob and pushed the frame with the deep carved lines, while she was still far enough away to force her way
"Sorry, I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I can't debate this with you, Miss. You'd better go back to your room or else Mr. T's anger will never cease, for all I know here he is also blaming you." That's right. Rose knew full well Theo was clearly blaming her...as he had emphasized from the start—anyone, including Rose would accept the risk rather than the bruises she was trying to hide. "If I leave, what about Theo?" "Take it easy, Miss. It's not the first time he has done that." Rose looked away for a moment. Staring at how far she could reach Theo and the whole space that even the dividers were already in sight. "I'm afraid Theo will do something bad." No matter how hard Rose tried to ignore the conflict. Still the sound of wrath from inside cut her a little. When will Theo stop the chaos, Rose wondered anxiously. She smiled bitterly. Finally relenting, she chose not to look back at the splatter. "When Theo cal
Rose was not wrong to call Theo a big baby. Some days his attitude was uncontrollable. Other times everything in the man became something Rose couldn't have predicted correctly. One night the last time Theo spoke, the next Rose had to call for help from the people of the mansion to carry her big baby to their room. And right now, the anger was at an all-time high. Coincidentally, Rose, who was awake first, had to witness how Theo's breath roared harshly. There were some parts implied that the exhale was choked. Not knowing why Theo was in such distress, Rose felt the tightness. She shook her head faintly... half getting up to gently touch the surface of the face that seemed to look innocent when Theo's gray eyes were closed. Not wanting it to last too long, Rose moved quickly to grab her pillow. Quite carefully lifting the back of Theo's head, deliberately setting the soft object a level higher to stimulate the smooth supply of air in and out through
The door opened. Rose turned to find her husband entering with a towel wrapped around his hips. The remaining water dangling from the ends of his hair fell over Theo's broad chest, making the man look fresh in the onslaught of tantalizing heat. Theo approached... Rose thought he would accept whatever she would give him. Next thing she knew the annoying creature was searching for his own clothes—tossing the unwanted hanging fabric aside. Then pulled out a light blue shirt and darker colored tie to put on. "I already picked out this one, why take the other one?!" She really couldn't think. Rose noticed the extent to which Theo would stay with her. The appearance of the body with its back to Rose was almost perfect. All that was left was the tie that seemed to have forced Theo to focus too much. Rose chuckled, taking a thousand steps around... facing the downcast face. "I'll do it." She stood slightly on tiptoe to take her share of The
While her husband's big body is no longer visible. Rose had to swallow the bitter pill of a futile decision to break Theo's silence. She didn't know how else to try. Rose didn't understand, she was tired. Even in the presence of Beatrace and the others, Theo considered her something invisible. Overlooked. Even more so never glancing at her at all. "I've already fed myself as a fish. Are you sure you don't want to be the cat, Theo?" asked Rose desperately. Theo's position was still as before. Sleeping on his back with the blanket not coming off his curled up body. "Theo." Rose's fingers unconsciously landed on the surface of the arm bordered by thick fabric. With just a flick of the hand from the inside, Rose's spontaneity instantly pulled away. She clasped her own fingers. They were quite far apart in age. Theo should have been more mature to compensate for Rose's attitude, which was sometimes out of line. However, quantity does not fully det
Theo did not make the slightest movement. Exactly still looming in his original position, even though the gray bead was issuing a threat of danger. It was only natural for Rose to be wary. Her throat was dry as soon as Theo's hot lips thinned. "Oh!" Rose was jolted by the fingers that pulled both legs intact. She lay helplessly on her back. Moreover, Theo had positioned himself beside her, radiating a dark side that did not want to let Rose go. Theo's torment was both ugly and meaningful. Not a little bit of Rose's heart swelled as she realized Theo cared enough. At least the man wasn't willing to let Rose flaunt her body in front of another man. Although Rose had to admit that the way Theo brought her to the room was not right. Rose thought it was someone else who wanted to harm her. "Sleep!" One magic word against the rush of breath. Rose's face turned to the side. Theo had closed his eyes amidst an expression that was too cold.
Music box .... Rose was transfixed by the object. It was quite incredulous to receive a gift without a sender's name. This would have been understandable had she been in Canada, but Italy... it was impossible for Rose to have a secret cult. She didn't try to remember, unfortunately the image of a man appeared that Rose didn't want to believe, perhaps reluctant to confirm. Somewhat hesitantly Rose opened the lid of the box that produced music by means of a series of pins placed on a cylinder or rotating disk so that it touched the teeth of an iron comb. The complex shape of the music box in Rose's hands had small drums and bells beside the iron comb. The notes that flowed, accompanying a pair of almost kissing statues moved around in the center. Sean. One name that came to mind was the man who had first given her the music box, and who still did today. Rose turned to the small piece of paper tucked away. The words written
Zever's sudden departure made quite an impression on Rose. At that moment she and Travis silently watched the backs of two people who were moving away. Rose didn't dare say anything as she herself realized Travis was leaving her behind—Travis looked down and Rose hoped he was okay, then followed with careful steps carrying her triplet into the mansion building. Two hours after the incident in the back garden, and after putting the children to bed, Rose soon caught up with Zever's whereabouts. Through the messages given to Lion, Rose certainly monitored whatever was happening outside. This included asking how Travis was doing. The man was behaving as before, but there was one problem. Zever in the living room with a ripple face so cold and gray eyes that stared half-empty arranged miniature joints on the table. Rose repeatedly took a breath just to steady herself sitting next to her husband. "Zever," Rose called out, wanting to make sure he would respond or not. Z
"I'm done, Theo. Now it's your turn—" Rose thought, after stepping out of the bathroom and changing there. She would find Theo keeping all three of their babies in their proper positions, but that big body—in his sideways sleep—seemed to be deeper than the three babies who were snoozing peacefully. Exhausted. That's how Rose interpreted it, because these days Theo was often busy in the middle of the night—looking after their babies, while Rose was forced to rest. Rose smiled slightly as she rubbed the top of Theo's head. It was only for a moment that she turned to her triplets to transfer them to the trolley. Rose would take them for a walk in the back garden. Finished with the transfer she returned to Theo simply covering her husband's body with a thick blanket. "We're leaving first." Rose briefly kissed the corner of Theo's face. She pushed the trolley carefully towards the elevator. Rose already knew where the elevator was, it was quite hidden—and Theo had no
"I got a lot of grandchildren." O'Douglas laughed like a pirate captain who had just discovered a historic treasure. Each of the middle-aged man's arms flanked two tiny babies, while the other was in the arms of Verasco, who continued to hold them, occasionally bringing them closer with a lighthearted joke. There was no telling what Rose would say as she watched her children being swarmed as soon as Verasco and O'Douglas walked into the ward. She had just finished breastfeeding, so the satiated babies would just sleep through the day, and not trouble their two grandfathers. "You never stopped looking at me," Rose said quietly. Most of the time Theo had a glare on his face, but right now the gray bead was shining something different. It was so loving and some of it Rose couldn't interpret correctly. How could Rose stand being shot at so closely. Theo had to, just once, look away from her. "Thank you, Sugar." A gentle touch on the skin of Rose's face made her
Rose didn't expect Theo to take her to the island of Ortogia, the historical center of the Sicilian city of Sirakusa, to enjoy the beauty of the Mediterranean sea. The scents by the sea were soothingly beautiful. Rose had not forgotten that Theo had not once let go of her body on the man's broad shoulders after walking along the old buildings on the islands of Ortogia. "Whose house is this?" asked Rose looking at a sturdy building that looked like it was meant for two people to live in. "Our house." There wasn't much Rose could say, except to bury her face deep in the hollow of Theo's neck. The masculine scent was still very much present, even after they had spent the whole day entertaining the guests, as if the perfume was very much at home on Theo's clay skin. "Want to go straight to bed or shower first, Sugar?" In front of a door Theo stopped and let Rose get on the floor. Between hesitation and the need for something fresh she finally looked up at Theo.
"Ready?" Rose nodded as Theo spoke over the top of her head. She was indeed standing with her back to Theo, holding the handle of a long cookie-cutter knife, while Theo's large fingers grasped each of her knuckles warmly. The multi-tiered cake, or not much different from a fragile tower, was being split open. The blade slowly descended downward to symbolize sharpness. Rose smiled almost melting into laughter when Theo whispered something funny to her, funny but Rose wouldn't tell anyone. Let her keep it to herself and make it an important fun moment. After the first slice of cake Rose and Theo should have been feeding each other. Instead Theo scooped out the cream and immediately applied it to Rose's lower lip. Rose's face was a mess, but that was exactly what Theo wanted. He took Rose's lips like he was taking a delicious cake. The sweetness of the sugar and butter mixture seemed to make Theo insatiable. He licks Rose so intimately—there's no end to it—that Rose
"It's enough. I'm full." Again Rose had to restrain herself as Theo's big fingers tried to push away the bowl of white porridge in her hand. "Just a little more, Theo. You have to finish your porridge." "Come on." Rose brought another spoonful of porridge closer, but that face refused. "Don't make me eat bad porridge, Sugar. It's tasteless." "That's why if you eat while looking at me, you'll get some flavor." "One more bite. I promise after this is over." "I don't believe it. You said that earlier, don't you remember?" Rose's wide grin completely fooled Theo. The man was exactly a child who had lost his appetite. It was very difficult to persuade him to open his mouth. "This time I'm serious about the last one. Ahk... open wide." Rose thought Theo would immediately accept her bribe. Instead, the man moved the elbow of Rose's hand, moving the bow of the spoon to Rose's own lips. "You should eat too." "I ate earlier," Ro
One day after Theo regained consciousness, Rose finally decided to return to her home, the place where she once lived alone next to her small restaurant. At the moment there wasn't much for Rose to do other than prepare to meet Theo at the hospital. Rose immediately drove her father's borrowed car. On the back passenger seat she placed a medium-sized box with several holes in it that was wrapped very beautifully. While beside her sat a cute little dog with curly hair and white color like cotton. Yesterday Rose had just bought the poodle breed at the pet shop. Intrigued. That was all that drew Rose's desire to bring home the poodle named Cocomelo. "We've arrived." Rose prepared a special backpack to carry Cocomelo on her shoulders, so that when she first entered the infirmary Theo would not immediately meet her Cocomelo but Rose would show him. And in her hand, she carried the medium-sized box and walked into the hospital. Not just daring, but Rose had already ob
Coming back from the bathroom, Rose thought she would be faced with the same situation. She had warned against it by waiting longer in the humid room until some of the noises from outside faded away. But everything Rose had expected was not true. The blood seepage on the floor when she opened the door was gone. Verasco's subordinates... even Verasco himself was nowhere to be seen, in his husband's infirmary. All that was left was Lion waiting very quietly, arms folded across his chest as he watched Theo silently. "Are you still here, Lion? Where are the others?" asked Rose as her steps brushed the side of the blanket. "Mr. Verasco asked me to wait here, Miss." Lion's attention was finally diverted. Rose suspected that he had just returned from the police station and helped Verasco and Elijah to execute George. As for George's betrayal, perhaps it was a wake-up call for Verasco to be more intolerant of hidden intentions and whatever else might happen. "Where is my
"On the way home. Their story has a happy ending. Finished." Rose closed the 400 pages book and placed it on the nightstand. Reading sweet stories had become her routine in the past few days. Rose smiled slightly at her husband's face who was lying so quietly. This morning the breathing apparatus had just been removed indicating Theo's condition was getting better after the bloody spear incident. Luckily, they immediately brought Theo to get the right treatment. Theo had to undergo surgery three times. He had lost a lot of blood and needed transfusions as soon as possible. Rose remembered that some arguments happened between them regarding Theo who had very step blood, even Verasco was helpless about it. Just a Wench .... That's what Verasco said at that time with a trembling tone of voice. Like he was so regretful. Really regretful, until finally Travis suggested the few people who were still left in Italy to bring some bags of Theo's blood that were taken two