The next morning, Kelly woke up to find herself alone on the bed. Vincenzo didn't return home the previous night, which means he had spent the night with Freya in the hospital. Quickly, she took her phone and dialed her friend's number since they were the only ones to talk to in situations like this."He has started again, guys. Enzo has left to stay with that bitch in the hospital." She complained without a hello."Yeah, we watched the news yesterday night. I can't believe Enzo will do such a thing. Has he returned yet?" Carol asked."Returned?" She scoffed. "If he has returned, why will I be nagging so early in the morning?""Okay. Okay, calm down. Did you later do what we advised you to do?" She asked."I did exactly what you guys said and it worked out. We even had sex in his bathroom and we slept in each other's arms, but then he said he was going to meet a friend in his warehouse and he'll be back before night. I think he watched the video that's why he didn't show up as he prom
However, Vincenzo hasn't made any effort to leave Freya's side. This is the second day and she hasn't made any sign. Though he was worried, he recalled the doctor's words... "Hopefully, let's give her two to three days to see how every thing turns out."Every morning, he keeps changing the flowers in Freya's room, enticing the room with its fragmented smell. He got a phone call from his assistant who said the call was an urgent one. He refused to tell it to him on call, insisting the situation at the moment was a critical one and needed to be discussed face to face.Hearing how important the situation is, Vincenzo left the room after a long stare at Freya. He drove down the road to the warehouse, but to his disappointment, the urgent case was Kelly.Kelly had forced his assistant to fake a report, making it sound so urgent since that was the only way to get Vincenzo out of the hospital. Angered he grabbed his assistant by the neck. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you th
"Well, Olsen wants me to pick you up since he won't be able to do so himself." He said, putting much effort to avoid her finding out Olsen is dead."Olsen can never let you pick me up. After all, you two haven't been on good terms lately.""Won't doubt that. But you know, people change. We don't always remain the same forever.""He killed my boyfriend." This got Vincenzo hurt. He never knew she would even till this moment consider Dento her boyfriend, not forgetting to out the 'ex""Well, Olsen came over and cleared his actions. I had to forgive him, after all, killing him won't bring my cousin back. So, we're cool now."Freya stared at him with doubts in her eyes. "I don't believe you.""You don't have to. Besides, we all mafias have bad records, we don't let bygones be bygones. We kill for revenge, but don't worry, not every one's the same. People change often.""I still don't trust you, Mr. I ain't going any where with you if it isn't Olsen who picks me up." She insisted.Vincenzo
"I need your help." Vincenzo said, his eyes boring deep into Myra's, more like he was pleading for her assistance towards Freya."Any thing, sir. I can do any thing for you." Myra pledged to do whatever he wanted her to do."I need you to keep an eye on Freya for me. Though she might look healthy but... she isn't. And just in case she asks you about Olsen, don't tell her he is dead." She opened her eyes, wanting an explanation for that. "She doesn't remember about his death, so for the meantime we shouldn't have it talked about until she heals."Now understanding where he was heading to, she nodded her head. "Now I understand, I'll do all I can to be there for her and I will never engage in a conversation that has to do with her brother.""Thank you so much. I know I can trust you in this.""Freya is my best friend, I will risk every thing just to see she is alright.""Again..." He made a pause, as if to say he was finding it quite difficult to ultar the next words. "About Kelly..." M
When Vincenzo returned home that night, the first thing he did was to check on Freya. When he got to the door, Myra was just leaving with the plates Freya had used to eat."How is she?" He asked."She's fine. I think she's getting along with her new life."Vincenzo nodded his head with a heavy sigh. "Thank you.""You're welcome, sir."As she was about to leave, Kelly showed up from nowhere. "Just returning from work and all you have to do is check up on her while your girlfriend is bent on worrying about you."Myra wasn't in the mood to listen to her boring conversation, "I'll leave you two to be." she quickly excused herself."What's your problem tonight, Kelly?" He questioned. He was already tired of her nasty attitude."My problem is you, Enzo. You are my problem. How can you have me and you're checking up on another woman who has nothing to do with us.""That woman is in that condition because of me. I brought her into that fate.""No, Enzo, it's all her fault she had the accident
Two days successfully passed by, even though Myra has always been at her service, Freya can't help but think about Vincenzo with each passing moment. Despite how hard she tries to get him off her head, his face keeps displaying all the time. Every one of her thoughts is always about him. She was beginning to realize how much she misses him.She wasn't intending to act the way she did two days ago, on the other hand, she wasn't expecting he would react this way to her. She didn't imagine him keeping to his words after saying that. Now she misses him so much, she doesn't know how to explain it to her friend without having her yelling at her.However, she has been practicing on how to walk. First, lifting herself up from the wheelchair with Myra's help, now she's been doing it herself all the time. But, she was still finding it quite difficult until this morning, she finally lifted herself up.She smiled in victory, knowing within herself step one has successfully been accomplished. Now,
Vincenzo walked into Freya's room. He leaned against the wall, looking at her. He was quiet and the expression on his face wasn't encouraging at all. Freya wonders why he was quiet and has refused to say a word.She decided to ask, maybe with that she can get him to talk. "What's wrong, Enzo? Why are you dull and quiet?""It's nothing. I was just going to tell you that I won't be in the state for a while." He broke the news to her.Freya's heart stopped beating for a moment, it was heartbreaking news to her. Why so soon? Why does it have to be now they're getting to know each other?Though she tries to hide her feelings, Vincenzo reading her emotions knew she was hiding how sad she was.He asked her if she wanted him to stay and he was fully ready to cancel his flight for her sake. But Freya, despite being sad, she told him to go and not to stay back because of her."You can't just cancel your flight because of me. Whatever reason it is you are leaving, you should do it. I'll be fine.
He sent Myra to assist her with changing into a new clothes while he left for his room to get dressed too. He was done before Freya had worn her clothes. Girl's dressing aren't like guys who would probably spend five minutes to get every thing done.Though he didn't tell her where they were going to, and when she asked him, he refused to talk, he wanted it to be a surprise."It's a surprise, let's keep it that way." He smiled after he had said that, leaving Freya more curious than she already is.They finally got to the most popular restaurant in the state and Freya was ashamed of herself. Other men walked in with their abled girlfriends, lovers or spouse whichever one, but on her side, Vincenzo was walking in with a disabled lady like her.She only didn't want to feel inferior, she didn't want to reduce Vincenzo's reputation since he was a well known man."No, Enzo, I don't think I can go in there with you." She refused."Why?""Because I don't deserve to. Take a look at the others,
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Congratulations, Miss Bred, you're two weeks pregnant."The words kept resounding in her head. Happiness filled her inside, she couldn't wait until Vincenzo returned. She had wanted to phone him to tell him the good news, but then she wanted it to be an official announcement.When she returned home, she asked for Myra who was pretty busy in the laundry room. However, she sent a maid to call her."Tell her to meet me in my room." I said,Just as she walked into her room, changing her clothes, Myra offered a knock on the door."Please, come in." She permitted.Myra entered. "You sent for me." She said, "Yes, please. I have something interesting to show you. You'll love it, trust me."Myra was already curious to know what this interesting thing would be. "Okay. I'm waiting."Freya took her bag from where she had kept it, she opened it and brought out the white folded paper, handing it to Myra who at first, gave her a curious look."I hope I am safe?""Of course, you are." Freya smiled.
Freya had woken up earlier than usual. She was ready for the day's training. She looked at Vincenzo who was still asleep on the bed, his back facing her.For the first time, she took her time to admire the Lion tattoo on his back, they were fucking beautiful.After a long while of admiration, she went to the bathroom for a shower. Before she was out, Vincenzo was up. He looked at her, his eyes halfway open from sleep."Where are you going?" He asked, yawning."Do I have to remind you where I am going?" She asked back as she pulled her trouser up to her waist."Oh." His eyes closed. "I'll talk to the driver to take you to the warehouse then.""You seem tired, how was work yesterday?" She asked, her hands hung on her waist."Just the usual. I'll be fine." He assured her.She was done dressing, now ready to go. "I'll give you a call when I reach the warehouse." He nodded his head. "Just take your time and relax, you can skip work today.""I have an important meeting with a colleague, I c
"I might not make it here on time, so I'll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I'll pick you up myself.""Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine.""You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it's gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you'll live it when you learn it.""I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise." She promised."Take care of yourself.""You too." They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she's been waiting for a long time ago. She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she'd ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to s
They drove to the warehouse, and Freya couldn't wait any longer to see what the Mafia warehouse looked like.She walked beside Vincenzo as they walked into the warehouse and he was holding her hands like he was scared she'd lost. The guards which guarded the entrance bowed their heads as they walked passed.When they got in, Freya's eyes glared around as she admired the inside with the numerous people in it. Some were busy counting monies, some were carrying wrapped goods in both sacks and cartons."What's in that thing they are carrying?" Curious, she asked, eager to know.He smiled, and he was taking time to reply. "What do you think?" He asked back."I don't know." She shrugged. "That's why I'm asking.""That's cocaine." He finally said. "We sell them for more income.""That's where the dollars come from?" She asked, referring to those men that were counting money. "Yeah. That's why I told you, there are lots of dirty things in this game, I don't wanna stain your innocence.""Who
"So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?" Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest."Well," he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go well, I'd say. But at least, it doesn't matter."Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question."Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he's got to say. "He didn't want us to get married, he feels you don't deserve to join the Ferdinando family."Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling. "Freya?" He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. "Are you listening?""Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said." She did her best not to sound sour even though that's what she feels at the moment."Are you alright?"
"Vincenzo..." She was about to speak when he places his first finger on her lips.“Shhhh.” he whipped off his shirt, leaving just his singlet on, then walked to Freya. Reaching out, he put his other hand on Freya's knee. He leaned in, kissing her on the face, mouth, and neck, slowly making his way down her already trembling body. His hand climbed up the side of Freya's leg, until his fingers rested at the top of her panties. Then they slowly started fumbling down her thighs. Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her. She knew the question being asked. Was she ready? Did he want Vincenzo to