Becca.Everything was spiraling out of control. I thought the trial would be the end of many worries, but I was wrong. Apparently, it just signified the beginning. Tears began streaming down my face as I stared Layla down. She had buried her face into her hands and was sobbing, but I couldn't look at her anymore. I couldn't deal with being here at the cafe at all. I stood up from my chair and whirled, shoving it into the table and storming out of the place.Layla had been someone I could rely on. She listened to me when I complained about how stubborn James was being, or my woes during the trial regarding the Cartwrights. I thought she cared dearly about the children, but clearly, I'd thought wrong. Tears poured down my cheeks as I hurried down the street, now shifting to a run. Dusk was causing the sky to darken, and I foolishly didn't take a car here. The streets were lit up, so I wasn't too concerned about getting jumped, but still, I walked briskly.
James."Please make sure it's taken care of," I muttered, my eyes narrowed as I stared at the wall. We'd arrived in Italy a few days ago, and problems were already springing up. I was the Don, no surprise, a fate that would befall Alessandro eventually as well, unless something changed.Here, we'd have more opportunities. That tiny detail was stuck in Becca's mind, but I could tell she wanted out as soon as possible. Hopefully, she would adapt because I didn't intend on moving. The incident with Layla was stuck in her mind, too, which meant she was occupied with that thought quite a bit. She was currently interviewing nannies. She was very picky and cycling through many. Given what we'd gone through, I couldn't blame her. Giana, the former housekeeper, was on leave for an indefinite time. Something was going on with her family, and of course, given that Becca hadn't really liked her in the first place, I told her to take all the time she needed. Secretly, I wis
Neal.The situation with Becca was heartbreaking, and I was stuck. I really did love her and had been hoping she'd been missing me. I would be better for her than James, right? Well, maybe not. I wasn't sure. I stared at my hands, sitting there on my couch and reaching up to rub my temples.So many complex feelings. Here I was, unable to move on though I really needed to. For now, I basked in the silence, the distraction of the television no help. My mind kept bouncing between wishing I could end up with Becca and telling myself I should let things lie.They had just gotten through the situation with the kids, and from what I'd heard, the Cartwrights were terrible people. I got word from Allegra that they managed to move back to Italy. I was here as well, near Allegra, still on the hunt for those damn Russians who captured her.It was all connected. I wasn't sure how much information Layla gave to them regarding Allegra, but I knew Becca had bee
Becca.Now that we were settled in, and Sophia was coming to visit and help while we could look for a new nanny, I allowed myself to relax a little. I sat on the couch, in front of the television, going over everything I knew and thinking about the future. James was, no surprise, the Don now that we were here. Which would be passed onto Alessandro, a fate that would bring him so many problems later in life. I winced at that idea, then let out a sigh. Would our family ever escape from this?My thoughts turned to where we could go. James was very frustrated with all the moving around we were doing on the regular, but I couldn't help it. New York, obviously, was no place for me. I shuddered remembering that confrontation with the Stepford wives.They had been way out of line–disgusting, vile. Something had to be done about them! But what could be done? I shook my head, deciding it wasn't my problem anymore. They were going to dig themselves into their own gra
Becca.The day following some angry, but hot sex with James, he was out trying to establish some connections again while I was at home sipping wine, contemplating going out to the bar or something myself. There was nothing interesting on television and no new news regarding the myriad of situations we always seemed to find ourselves in. I wasn't happy about the outcome of the fight I'd had with James, but the sex had been nice. I took a sip of my wine, going over everything else. The kids, at least, seemed to be happy. Alessandro was talking more and didn't seem afraid of the neighbors like he had been with the Stepford wives. I'd noticed he very much flinched away from them and wasn't happy from the first time we'd interacted. No surprise, as they saw him, and me, as lesser. I clenched my fist at that thought. As upset as I was to be here in Italy, at least we weren't there anymore.My thoughts turned to Antionette again and how she had been the one to s
James.I didn't know what was on Becca's mind, but I knew it would be of no help to the family. We needed stability right now. She could argue all she wanted about how me being the Don didn't offer that, but what was I to do? It was my responsibility, and here I was. It wasn't like I was trying to seal Alessandro's fate where he would end up in my shoes. I was actively looking for solutions, which were more viable than her idea. A charity in Guatemala. What had gotten into her? I wasn't sure, to be honest, but it made little to no sense. We'd need to adapt to an entirely new place. I hadn't been in Italy my entire life, granted, but it wasn't completely different from the United States. Guatemala? It would definitely be culture shock and inconvenient to adapt to. Plus, how was I going to rise to power again with a new business? Would anyone even hear of me in that area? Becca did mention a charity component, which was interesting. But how much of a diffe
Allegra.Mentally recovering from what happened with that heartbreak had been a lot, but I was coping well enough. At the moment, I was laying down on the couch, trying not to burst into tears again. 'Well enough' being relative, of course. On the bright side, I had a runway show soon. I was adapting very well to the new place, and the people here were very kind. I thought about the boss and how he was very accommodating to people in general.Now that I was settling down and had hopes for the future, maybe I could look into therapy. With my new position, my health costs would be covered by insurance, and it may be healthy for me. I needed to let Layla go, but it was so difficult. That question hung in my mind like a tick to a dog. 'Do you think Layla has any regrets?' I had asked Neal that, and he had denied that it mattered. Really, he was right. It shouldn't. Things had gone horribly with the Michaelsons, but they could have gone much worse. Layla surely knew
Becca.I wished James's words on finding someone else to be the Don were more reassuring. Giovani, based on how he spoke, sounded promising, sure. But I still wanted to get out of here. The more I thought about the charity idea, the more I knew we should do it. Staring at the kettle of tea on the stove, I let out a soft sigh and reached up to rub at my temples. I really hoped James would listen to me. Hopefully, my research and gathering of pictures would actually help my case so he'd begin to see my point.He was being so stubborn and just didn't understand. No doubt, even if he did find Giovanni as a good successor, the problems would continue while we stayed here. That wasn't the only reason why I wanted to go to Guatemala anymore, though. When the kettle began to whistle, I took it off of the stove and poured myself a cup of tea. Then, I began walking toward the nursery, wanting to visit the kids. I entered the room, smiling at the squeals of joy tha