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"Ugh, why are you here?" "I came to see you. How have you been?" "Peachy Cris. Can't you tell?" I answer rolling my eyes. I went to take a shower and when I came out, he was in my room. Lounging on my bed as if he belongs there. Looking at him now, I wonder how we slept together on it all night without me ending up on the floor. He's so huge that he occupies most of it. "Come on amore. You can't still be mad at me" "I wasn't until you showed up yesterday and ruined my plans" "Which were what exactly?" he asks. It infuriates me that there is humor laced in his voice. "Selling off that asshole so he'd know what it felt like to be in those girls positions" "I'm sorry to say but I don't think his type is in demand anywhere on the market" "Please, have you met me? I would have combed the earth to find someone who'd buy him" "Yeah, if there's anyone who can do that, I believe it's you" "Damn right. Now get your ass out of my room" I tell him heading to the closet. I'm thr
Someone is trying to kill Carina. The first accident she was in, it was natural to conclude that they were after De Luca because he does have a lot of enemies. Some assholes might think he's weak because he was living here with Carina but I have it on good authority that he's quiet because he's regrouping and rebuilding. I've never been able to get a read on that little fucker but he's what I recently found out. He's dangerous. More than the late Don. When it comes to made men, reputation is everything. Hence the reason some idiots would never be caught accepting a woman's help much less living in her house. It's that pride that has gotten most of them killed. De Luca is dangerous because he knows when to accept help. He's the type that wouldn't mind starting over again as a foot soldier and making his way up. Having both patience and perseverance makes him almost untouchable. He knew going to a hotel was risky and living with his second-in-command in the Carina's house was even risk
What I wouldn't give to have Ornella waiting for me there. She used to know what I liked and how I liked it. So far, I haven't come across any woman who could compare to her. But she's still angry that I refused to let Carina go. She's blaming me for her hating us which is true. There's also the fact that I targeted Carina's perfect boyfriend -her words not mine - and now there's no way she can get through to our daughter. In my defense, I didn't know she was already carrying De Luca's child. Walking past Ornella's room, I wonder if I should barge in there but discard that idea. She's not the same naive woman I'd met twenty-five years ago. I asked her to clean up her act and she did so much better than I would have imagined. I've just closed the door when I hear footsteps along the corridor. I wouldn't have been able to hear anything since the floor is carpeted but it's almost morning and the house is quiet. I can hear everything. I wonder who it is and where they're going at this ti
"Listen, Damiano, you're not allowed to be anything else other than a police officer. Do you hear me? That is the only thing you will be when you grow up so don't even think of dreaming about something else" That's what Mama used to tell me. She drilled it into my head until I believed that what she said was true. I wasn't allowed to be a doctor or a lawyer or even a businessman. By the time I was ten, I'd forgotten what I wanted to be. If anyone asked, being a policeman was my dream. Why? Because Mama said it was what I was meant to be. Honestly, there were times I resented her for forcing me into this career. At eighteen when my friends were going off to college, I was preparing myself to go into a police academy. That was the time I truly hated her. But I couldn't defy her because she was my mother and the only person I had in this world. For all her flaws, there was one thing I would never doubt and that was her love for me. She wanted me to grow up to be a respectable man, unl
I shrug "Sorry about that. I just think you should concentrate on being a mother and leave these things to us men" okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to put it like that. "Would you look at that? Who knew you were such an asshole?" "Sorry, I meant that you should just stay at home and... No, you know what I mean. I would never suggest that you are incapable of being the leader or anything like that" I need to shut up before she decides to kill me. Between her and Marianna I don't know whose temper is worse. I mean if she shot De Luca once, what would she do to me? "Keep going you little shit and see how I'll skin your dick before I kill you" she snarls pushing her chair back and standing up. Luckily, De Luca pulls her down, asking her to calm down. "I honestly didn't mean to offend you" "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Moretti speaks up for the first time since I got here. See these are the kind of questions they should have asked from the beginning. "I am
Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go" "You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his
Everyone is worried. Ornella is sitting in one of the chairs wringing her hands, Marianna is next to her, looking down at her phone, and Giovanni is pacing back and forth in front of the waiting room. Paulo is seated in another corner, elbows on his knees while his head is bowed. Gianna and Simona are huddled together crying. Nev is also next to me, staring into space. Not forgetting Damiano, he's beside Marianna but I haven't seen them talking. There are nurses rushing back and forth. The first was carrying a bag of blood. The next had bottles of what I figured had to be medicine. The third left but hasn't come back. In short, it's chaos. I think I heard Giovanni swear he was going to gut the little bitch that shot Carina and Damiano told him if he tried to touch her he'd spend the rest of his life in prison. Not sure what that means though. Did I mention Ornella is holding a rosary? I bet she's praying for her daughter to come out alive. There was a lot of blood so I guess she's ri
The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an
When I open my eyes again, the room is dark. Thank heavens. I don't think I can handle the bright lights again. Although the beep beep of the machine is grating on my nerves and I want nothing more than to kick it so it would shut up. Lifting my head, I look around and realizing I'm alone, I lie back down. Wondering what I'll do now. It's insane that I've lived for seven months then forgotten about them. Do time travelers feel like this? Probably not because they always remember where they've been. Past or future. The doctor said I shouldn't force myself but it's so hard. Sitting here speculating on what could have happened to me. Did this happen while I was on one of Padre's jobs? Lombardi's dead. Yeah, about that, how did he die? Was I the one who killed him? Paulo mentioned something about me taking over operations. Did one of his rivals try to kill me? Where the fuck did my mother come from? And with a sister too? I remember her. She looked kind of familiar. Do I know her from s
"So what you're saying is that I have memory loss?" "Yes, Miss Lombardi" "That I've forgotten the last five or six months of my life?" "Seven, to be exact," the guy in the white lab coat says. He's a doctor but for some reason, I keep thinking of him as the guy in the white lab coat. Blame that on my fried brain. I'm sure he mentioned his name earlier but my head was ringing so I didn't catch it. Not that I care about it. He just told me that I have forgotten the past seven months of my life. First of all, what the fuck? Selective amnesia? Why the hell would I forget bits and pieces of my life? I thought people kind of forgot everything. Like all the details, not small parts. Is he kidding me? Is this some kind of prank or something? "Why?" I ask because I want to know why my brain would forget certain things and choose to remember others. "It's a mental condition that is caused by trauma. You went through something painful and your brain is blocking those memories because you're
Nevio is waiting for me by the door. Our house which is now fully renovated makes me a little happy. We had people working day and night to restore it because I was excited to add a nursery. For our child who is now no more. But it's still my house. I can't find it in me to hate it especially now that it has all the fucking memories of her. She's lying half-dead in a hospital. The doctors say it's a waiting game that only she can end by waking up.Half of me wishes she could sleep forever so I don't ever have to look into her eyes again. I've imagined what will happen when she wakes up and finds out the baby is gone. I know she'll be sad because both of us were looking forward to being parents. I had finally managed to make her understand that no matter what happened I would be there for her and the baby. That I wouldn't abandon them. And then this happens. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate my mother for doing this to me and I hate knowing that I deserve everything happening to me. T
"Till death do us part. Did you hear that? Till death... " She rolls her eyes but she's grinning from ear to ear just like I am."Yeah, yeah. I heard it alright, I'm not deaf you know" "No, you're not. Just pregnant, with my baby. I still can't believe I'm going to be a father" "I can't believe I'm going to look like a watermelon in a few months. You know it's not going to be pretty, right? I won't be pretty at all" "Honestly, I can't imagine you not being pretty. Even if you do end up looking like a watermelon" "It's even going to be worse after I give birth. I went online and the other women's experiences scared the shit out of me" "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Doctors chopping my vagina if it's too small for the baby to pass through" I blanch but luckily she doesn't see it because I'm behind her. "That is not true, baby. Don't listen to them" "And then there's the husband stitch" "What the fuck is that?" "They add extra sutures to a woman's vagina to make it tighter." She stops
I sit up looking around. Aside from Carla, there's no one else here. Then who's voice was that? I've never heard it before "Is anyone there?" I ask out loud. We've been here for a few weeks now and I haven't seen another soul around. We don't even have neighbors "Hello?" "It's morning already?" Carla asks yawning. "No, I think I heard someone calling me. Are you sure it's just us here?" "Yes. We should sleep. Remember you promised me how to throw knives tomorrow?" at that statement my head starts spinning. I don't remember promising Carla anything like that. It wasn't her. It was... "Morning. I came up with a new breakfast" Carla says jumping on the bed. She's also annoying like that. Every day she gets up earlier than me then jumps up and down on my bed to wake me up. Whatever happened to shaking people awake? Or wait for their eyes to open themselves? "Ugh, stop that. I'm still sleepy" "But we have so much to do" "Do it yourself. Have you never heard of that? DIY?" I gr
The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an
Everyone is worried. Ornella is sitting in one of the chairs wringing her hands, Marianna is next to her, looking down at her phone, and Giovanni is pacing back and forth in front of the waiting room. Paulo is seated in another corner, elbows on his knees while his head is bowed. Gianna and Simona are huddled together crying. Nev is also next to me, staring into space. Not forgetting Damiano, he's beside Marianna but I haven't seen them talking. There are nurses rushing back and forth. The first was carrying a bag of blood. The next had bottles of what I figured had to be medicine. The third left but hasn't come back. In short, it's chaos. I think I heard Giovanni swear he was going to gut the little bitch that shot Carina and Damiano told him if he tried to touch her he'd spend the rest of his life in prison. Not sure what that means though. Did I mention Ornella is holding a rosary? I bet she's praying for her daughter to come out alive. There was a lot of blood so I guess she's ri
Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go" "You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his
I shrug "Sorry about that. I just think you should concentrate on being a mother and leave these things to us men" okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to put it like that. "Would you look at that? Who knew you were such an asshole?" "Sorry, I meant that you should just stay at home and... No, you know what I mean. I would never suggest that you are incapable of being the leader or anything like that" I need to shut up before she decides to kill me. Between her and Marianna I don't know whose temper is worse. I mean if she shot De Luca once, what would she do to me? "Keep going you little shit and see how I'll skin your dick before I kill you" she snarls pushing her chair back and standing up. Luckily, De Luca pulls her down, asking her to calm down. "I honestly didn't mean to offend you" "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Moretti speaks up for the first time since I got here. See these are the kind of questions they should have asked from the beginning. "I am