"If it comes, let it. If it goes, let it."
~UNKNOWN
I am staring at my reflection in the mirror. I've changed into the bride's dress.
In Rose’s dress.
It is a floral A-line gown, with a sweetheart neckline and lace straps That reveal a deep V-back. The dress is stunning. But it is more of Rose’s preference than mine. It is a little tight for me. Rose was tall and had a killer model like figure. Then there is me, I'm short and curvy. All that food has to go somewhere, right?
The dress is attached to me like a second skin. My breasts are dying to spill out, much to my dismay because of the deep neckline. I feel a little uncomfortable. I shake off the thoughts and smooth the fine lines of the dress. I retouch my makeup, Bridget did my hair. Mom handed me a bouquet of red roses.
How comical.
They are sobbing silently. I am just numb, unable to process how things took such a drastic turn. One minute I was headed to the bride's room to help her and the next minute I stand in front of the mirror as the bride myself. A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. It's Everett he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry baby." he whispers looking down defeated. I pull him into a tight hug. That will make him feel better, I know.
"Everything's fine now Everett." I assure him and kiss the side of his cheek. "We're safe" I smile at him, he looks up at the ceiling trying to hold back his tears.
"You look beautiful." he compliments with a sad smile. I nod in acknowledgement. We both stay silent for a minute, I know he wants to stop me but that's not possible, so many lives are at stake. "Let's go." he says motioning me to take his arm.
"Where's dad?"
“He will meet us at the church.'' He responds opening the door. We exit the house and find a limousine parked in front of the house. Everett helps me get in the car then takes a seat beside me. I drift back to my screaming thoughts that were not ready to let me live in peace, even for a minute. How bad would it be marrying a total stranger and shifting to another country, far away from your loved ones. To top it all off, he is a mafia leader. Not bad I think, I sigh.
I don’t know anything about the man that I'm getting married to in a matter of few minutes time. Apart from his name and the little information I got from Everett. I am scared to ask more about him. ‘He's a beast’, Everett said. To be honest I want to keep it this way. The little information is already hard to register. With more information, I don't trust myself that I will be able to walk down the aisle.
Valentina stay strong. I motivate myself.
Yes, Strong! that is the word that I'll always remember. This word will give me strength to make it through every situation. After all, my name Valentina means strong. I wasn't named Valentina just because my parents loved the name. Oh no! They gave me the name because of a reason. They always said I have been a strong child. I was strong since I was in my mother's womb. They told me how many complications mom had while carrying me but I still managed to make it to this world. Even after I was born, I was a very small and weak baby, The first 6 months after my birth were very hard, I caught on an infection which spread on my skin. I used to cry all night, my poor parents stayed up countless nights, running to different hospitals. Praying that I get health. Gradually, I began to get healthy. Dad always tells me, it was the most tough time of their lives, to watch their baby cry and be unable to do anything. But, I stayed strong. I managed through the pain even when I didn't even understand anything.
I always look up to dad and Everett. I wish to be like them. I admire the way they both take care of their families, how they provide for us, love us. As I was growing up, I always fought my problems that stood in my way, I never cowered away. I analyzed the situation and worked on a solution. Panic and disappointed was never my thing. I liked to be calm in any nerve wrecking situation. It made it easy for me.
Whether it was a test that I didn't study for, mom catching me in trouble or any other situation. I always reminded myself to stay strong and calm. Sometimes sarcasm helped too. This is what I'm going to do this time as well. I'll face this as I faced other things in my life. My life has always been normal, no tragedies or abusive childhood, I've been blessed to have such good people around me. But the new life I'm about to enter no doubt carries violence and bloodshed. The thought alone makes me shudder, seeing killers in movie is one thing but staying with them is another. They are mafia people this is their life and soon would be mine too.
I am preparing myself so that it will be easy to accept my new life and family. Acceptance plays an important role in everybody's life. The sooner I accept my destiny the easier it will be to live with them. My acceptance does not mean that I justify their lifestyle. No, that is not possible for me, whatever happens I'll always make sure to keep the old Valentina alive.
I know this new lifestyle is going to be difficult, but I'll remain STRONG.
"Eye contact, how souls catch fire." ~YAHIA LABABIDI The car halts in front of the church. I was so busy in my thoughts that I didn't even realise how fast we reached, I look at the church through the window, it is small but beautiful. It is located in a secluded area, away from prying eyes. This is the place from where everything is about to change the moment I step inside. I will step inside as a normal girl, but will walk out with a new identity and purpose. I will be a married woman, wife of a mafia leader. Everything is going to change forever. Am I ready? Am I willing to sacrifice my happiness, freedom and family for an agreement? Yes! Definitely yes, I'll do it for my family. I'm not as brave as Rose, I cannot run away and not think about my family. I would be worried sick, it would be impossible to move on, I would always have guilt eating me up. I may be strong but this is something I can never do. Family over everything I believe. Everett opens the door for me, he holds
"Trouble usually finds me" ~UNKNOWN "There is one final thing left." Antonio's voice breaks our eye contact. "What is it now?" Dad asks annoyed. "She has to sign an agreement.." Antonio states with a sly smirk. "What?? Another agreement? Antonio, I think we already passed that stage! I'm not going to let my sister sign some stupid agreement like me." Everett adamantly denies. "You have no say in this!! She's our property now." Antonio says sharply. Property? "Now, where was I... You have to sign an agreement." he turns his attention to me, that devil-like smirk back on his face. Why do I feel like I'm not going to like it? A bodyguard enters the church with a black briefcase in hand. He bows respectfully, he opens it and hands a red file to Antonio. He dismisses him with a flick of his wrist. Antonio studies the papers, after a moment he nods approvingly, satisfied with whatever he just read. "Here", he hands me the file, I take it gently, I open it and skim through the papers
"Murder is like potato chips, you can't stop with just one" ~ STEPHEN KING I feel a light shake on my shoulder, which wakes me up from my dreamless slumber. I open my eyes, Ella is standing beside me, smiling down at me. "Ma'am we have reached our destination." It takes me a moment to comprehend her words, where am I and what destination is she talking about? Oh, yeah! I'm married and in Italy now. I turn my gaze towards my new husband, expecting to find him there but he's nowhere in sight. Ella takes notice of my search, "sir is waiting for you outside." I nod my head and stand up slowly, my muscles take their sweet time to relax, they have become stiff by staying in an odd position. A blanket falls down from my lap on the floor. I'm sure I slept without one, it must have been Ella who covered me. "Thank you" I smile at her only to receive a confused look but she smiles back nonetheless. I make my way towards the exit. The warm October air hits my face as I stand at the plane door.
"It may not be home but it is an adventure." ~UNKNOWN Antonio opens the door for me and holds his hand out, when did he come here so fast? I gently take his awaiting hand and step out of the SUV. I crane my neck to look around the beautiful piece of architecture, Antonio begins to make his way inside, I quicky follow behind him. We climb 6 small steps and stop in front of the beautiful front door, I can tell it is carved out of expensive wood, 2 large gold color door knockers are hanging on each door, it gives off a royal feeling. Before Antonio could use them. The doors open, it is like they opened by themselves because there is no one in sight to greet us. Antonio glances at me, signaling me to come, I follow him inside. I look around for someone, I finally notice the old lady standing beside the door with her hands folded in front of her. She must be the one who had opened the doors, she is wearing a neat maid's dress, her greying hair are in a tight bun. She is old, maybe around
"Be somebody nobody thought you could be." ~UNKNOWN Some shuffling noises wake me up. I flutter my eyes open, the room is dark except for the light emitting from the bed side lamps, the feeling of this unfamiliar room hits hard. No doubt this bed is super soft but it's not the one I'm used to. I'm in a whole new country with strangers and apparently married. By married, I remember, 'where is my husband?' The shuffling continues, I plop up on my elbows and look towards the washroom, someone's in there. Is it Alessandro? The thought makes me nervous. "On" I command softly, the dark room fills with light, I vividly remember sleeping with the lights on. I look around the room, on the sofa lays his dress coat, the one he wore at our wedding. I stare at it for a moment. Should I leave it or hang it in the closet like a good wife? Mom would be proud if I did the latter. I have to win his trust, that means I have to go with the good wife route. I sigh, stepping out of bed, I pick up his
"Stars, hide your fires: Let not light see my black and deep desires." ~William Shakespeare I wake up after a much needed beauty sleep. I stretch and roll over to find the other side empty. I am kind of relieved that he left early, I don't want to see his face the first thing in the morning after my little rant last night. I look around the room, it is dark, even though I am sure it is morning. I check the time, ‘10:07 am’, the sun is up but the curtains are closed. I am feeling suffocated by this darkness, I want light. I walk over to the curtains and push them apart in a single motion. Instantly, warm rays of the sun hit my skin and the room is bright with natural light. It feels so good, I smile feeling that I can breathe now, I swear the room is smiling as well, it lacks vitamin C. I used to hate it when mom woke me up like this, she would come in my room and open the curtains all the way, making the sunlight directly hit my face, it irritated me so much, but today I miss it, I
"Follow your soul, it knows the way." ~Unknown It's been a few hours, I am sure it's night time. Alessandro has locked me in this dark room, there is no source of light in here, only darkness. No one came to help me despite my calls for help, my stomach growls, I only had breakfast and now it is night time. Sitting here in the dark for the past hours and contemplating over my situation, I have decided to make Alessandro's every living minute hell. I am not the one to cry and plead for hours, I did initially but when I was sure that no one will come, I stopped. He thinks I will magically turn into a perfect wife after this ends. No! Never! With what he did to me today, I'm more than tempted to break the rules. I am aware that he is a dangerous man, he killed another man without betting an eye, he can also kill me and move on like it is an everyday occurrence. He was going to strike me today, I am grateful that he did not, I don't think I would have had ever recovered from that. But,
"If it doesn't burn a little then what's the point of playing with fire?" ~ Bridgett Devoue Third person P.O.V The maids are busy cleaning around the mansion, they are spread across all the floors according to their assigned duties, except for the top floor, that is the Capo's floor and only Christine is allowed there. One of the maids, Sarah, is dusting the staircase railing, she is on the stairs that lead to the third floor but she will not dare to step a foot on that floor. She will complete her work and move to her other duties. She is humming a song to herself, concentrated on her work when a sudden smell hits her nostrils. She stops her work and sniffs the air around her, the smell becomes strong, 'what is that smell?' She thinks to herself. She notices some smoke and accidentally inhales it which makes her cough out loud. It smells like something is burning, she peaks down the stairs all the way to the ground floor, did the other maids burned something in the kitchen? She do
"With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come"~ William Shakespeare10 years later..Alessandro's POV:"We've come so far haven't we?" Antonio says with a small satisfied smile as he closes the file I had signed seconds ago."Indeed we have uncle" I agree nodding my head slightly, "the business is flourishing, you are the first one in our generation to bring this family to where it stands today" he boosts proudly about my accomplishments.I was well aware of how much he loved to talk about how our mafioso is one of the most feared one in the world, I didn't stop him either knowing that there were only very few thin
"After all, soulmates always end up together."~Unknown"Aida.""Hmm?" I tilt my head upwards to have a better view of Alessandro, he was deep in thoughts while stroking my hairs. "I want to name our daughter Aida." he says placing his hand on my protruding stomach."It means happiness." He kisses my forehead, explaining further.I chuckle at his words, "that is a beautiful name but how are you so sure that it's going to be a girl? What if it's a boy?" I ask curiously as I place my hand above his.This was pure bliss.Him, me and our baby. No problems, no lies, no past.. Just us, our world."If it is a boy, then we will make another one so it would be a girl" he says with a big smile as if he has it all figured out, I laugh heartedly "that's not how it works, what if the
"The best time for new beginnings is now"~ UnknownWhat is up with this man?I couldn't help but question myself as I hold out the beautiful dress infront of me. I inspect the delicate patterns that have managed to catch my breathe, I was baffled when I laid my eyes on this dress for the first time just few moments ago.After our late lunch Alessandro demanded for me to go back to our room, as quoted by him 'I have a surprise for you upstairs.' I was actually nervous about this 'surprise'.Since I have entered Alessandro's life, the surprises I have received from him— let's say they haven't been too pleasent. I couldn't help but think that maybe there was a long lost sibling of Alessandro's that has been found and is waiting for me in the room to be introduced.Just kidding!
"Sometimes in the waves of change we find our true direction"~UnknownIt has been half and hour since the whole ordeal that had transpired between us, I was sitting on one of the comfy sofa.My mind was reeling with different thoughts, but the most prominent of them was the concern for my parents, I need to ask Alessandro about how long is he going to keep me here and find a way to contact my parents.I glance at the window, my eyes settle on a figure sitting comfortable on the sand near the sea shore, the waves come clashing together but die down just as they near him. Looks like the sea is scared of him as well. I paddle upstairs towards the bedroom in search of some suitable clothes to change into, I find a wooden chester at one corner, I pull open the first drawer and surprisingly enough I find my clothes in them.
"I know my worth, I've paid dearly for every ounce of it" ~ Alfa "Oh my!" I let out a breathless whisper as my eyes rake over his sturdy chest, why does he look like a fine ass meal? And why am I so hungry all of a sudden!? I clench my hands beside me as my fingers itch to trace those fine lines accentuating each peck. This man was a walking god and he knew it. I hear him clearing his throat which quickly pulls me out of my incoming lusty thoughts, I gaze at Alessandro and find a cocky smirk etched on his stupidly handsome face. I missed this man so much! My subconscious sighs dreamily. Me too girl, me too. I agree with her. "Enjoying the view?" He asks in his deep voice while striding towards me, I melt at his accent but quickly compose myself. "Yes, the sea makes it more breathtaking but I would like to go home now" I shrug my shoulders looking around the beach house, I deliberately said that even though I knew what he was referring too. He chuckles shaking his head finding amus
"We've got to live, no matter how many skies are fallen" ~D. H. Lawrence "Tina was always the ugly sibling, look at this, her runny nose in this picture" Everett cackles, pointing at one of my pictures in which embarrassingly enough I do have a running nose. "No! I was the cute one. You resembled a grumpy grandpa when you were born. Dad tell him" I look at dad, giving him a 'please take my side' look. He looks at me nervously then back at Everett, I follow my gaze only to see Everett making the same face. Dad clears his throat, "none of you were ugly or resembled a grumpy grandpa, be-" both Everett and I groan, "–cause both were beautiful children, all thanks to me, your handsome father's genes" he points at himself proudly. Mom scoffs, rolling her eyes, we all chuckle at dad's expense. We are currently sitting around the center table in the living room, going over our old pictures. It's been 5 days since I came back, I feel like as if I have been freed but there is still somethi
"Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks" ~Unknown Nothing can compare to the feeling of one's head resting on their mother's lap. Mother. A creation God created knowing that the world would have been doomed without these amazing women. I find myself thinking sometimes, how is it possible? How does the air around us suddenly calms down when we have our mother near us? How does a simple hug lift off one's burdens from their shoulders without even uttering a word to her? How does she know when we need her soothing words or when we just need her silence and her magical touch? Guess I will have to wait to find that out myself. After months of overworking my brain, I can finally feel it relax by mom's soothing caresses on my hair. Being near her brought me a sense of comfort that I was craving for. This incredible woman held me in the doorway until I cried my heart out. After that she walked me towards the living room, I was clinging to her like a koala, she didn
"You were a risk, a mystery, and the most certain thing I'd ever know" ~Beau Taplin, "A certainty" Alessandro's POV "Tutto è coperto." (Everything's covered.) Antonio informs me, taking away the file that I had just signed. I give him a nod, he knows I am grateful, I need this break. I go over a few more things with him before heading towards the mansion, I couldn't go there directly when I arrived back from my business trip, I first had to get some work settled in the warehouse, now it's all taken care of. I have handed over my responsibilities to Antonio for a few days, I need some time away from work so I can spend time with Valentina and maybe also convince her to marry me. I know she's stubborn and she's not going to stay here not until I give her a good reason to, I know I haven't been straight with my feelings with her but I am done playing around. I won't admit it out aloud but I am afraid, afraid to let someone into my life, afraid to commit, afraid to believe in love agai
"So I close my eyes to old ends, and open my heart to new beginnings" ~Unknown Bang! Bang! Bang! Several loud gunshots resonate through the air around me at the same time, and then silence. My ears buzz from the loud sound, my eyesight gets blurry. Everything around me seems to fade away, I feel a hand gripping my hair and tugging them harshly, my back hits a hard chest earning a surprised scream from me. I gasp out a breath, blinking my eyes furiously, my hair is tugged again and instinctively my hands shot up towards my head to push away the prying hand. "Leave her!" A dark voice commands through the silent air, I put my hands on my ears and press them in an attempt to get rid of the buzzing, surprisingly it works. I look around frantically until my gaze settles on Alessandro's tense frame, standing a few feet away from me. He has his gun pulled out, pointing towards me, before I could question him, I feel something jab my lower back making me go stiff. "Don't move!" Christop