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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 someo
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 head d
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
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 grumble
"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
"How do I look, Paulo?" I ask my bodyguard/ best friend/ fuck buddy. He gives me a once-over and judging by the way his eyes darken, I know his answer before he speaks."Hot as Fuck" He says, moving to stand in front of me. At this point, I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about me. He's my ride-or-die. "You're only missing one thing. " "What?" I have diamonds around my neck and my heels that give me an extra four inches of height. I can't think of anything I've forgotten until he gets on his knees. A slow smile spreading across his face. "A glow up" He knocks my feet apart, the slit on my dress giving him easy access, and buries his face between my legs. Pushing my thong to the side, he eats me as if his life depended on it. I grab a handful of his hair and grind myself against his mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. Fuck, he's good at that. He's good at everything he does. And the best part is that he doesn't expect anything in return. He knows his pla
Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change. "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice so deep and throaty that my lady parts tingle. Ugh, fine, I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get. "Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see where you're going?""I can ask you the same thing. Are you blind?" "Fuck you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides, if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." His lips twitch, and I want to pour my drink down into his boxers. What the f
"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 grumble
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 head d
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 someo
"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, unli
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
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