Zarina is a real piece of work. Isn't she? But wait until you meet Fabrizia (Damiano's mother) before you crown Zarina as the worst mother đ
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 gr
"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."
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.
"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
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
Damiano finally sent the men over. For a moment there, I was hoping he'd refuse so I could go over and raise hell. Maybe break a few things or set fire to that damn mansion. It's what I'm owed. Not as the son but as the rival who had his house reduced to ashes. I was itching for a fight but it looks like everyone is giving me a wide berth. Nev won't rise to the challenge and now Damiano is being compliant. The only person stupid enough to poke me is Balotelli. I've beaten him once which means he doesn't even deserve a second of time. Fabian and Nev are enough to handle him but since I'm having a shitty time, he gets my undivided attention. Luckily for him, I've sobered up today. The guys were here early in the morning and Nevio has been briefing them on what is going on. We came up with a plan yesterday, one Nev didn't like but had no choice but to accept because we have no other way out. This is the only way we can control the situation. Instead of being sitting ducks, I decided to
My eyes snap open when something heavy lands on my face. I have to jerk my head back to see what it is. Not a what but a who. Val. Marianna is standing next to the bed her face filled with disgust. She did not just dump the kid on my face "What the fuck?" "Sorry to burst your little bubble but I'm done babysitting" "Where is Fabian?" Cris asks sitting up and pulling Val into his arms. I've never seen anything so beautiful. His muscles flex when he lifts him in the air and I have this urge to run my hands on the leathery skin. Leave marks on them so everyone knows he's taken. Fatherhood suits him. "He left claiming he was busy" "Couldn't you have waited until later? It's seven in the morning" "I could. But knowing that you're here enjoying your married life while mine is falling apart didn't sit well with me so here we are" "Aren't you the one who pushed us back together?" "I regret it. If I'd known what would happen, I wouldn't have lifted a finger. That way we'd
"Why isn't he picking up?" "Maybe he's busy? Val can be a handful sometimes" Soriano offers and I want to punch him. Since when is Cris too busy for me? Also, I wasn't talking to him. Why did he feel the need to answer? Dumbass."Don't you have something to do or somewhere to be?" "Nope. It's my off day today" "Great. Can you go have it elsewhere?" who invented off days again? Oh wait, it was me. I thought it would be a good idea for the guys to have one day off to spend with their families or bitches but now I realize that it was a mistake. These kinds of employees don't need off days. Hanging up, I call Fabian. He picks up on the first ring. For the millionth time, I wonder why he's so glued to Cris. Obviously, I'm the better guy between us. Loving, considerate, appreciative- is that even a word? Any way. I would totally treat him well if he was my guy. When we went to kill Lombardi, I thought we'd bonded and tried to get him to come to work for me but he flat-out tur
I was prepared for this. Lashing out at me whenever she is unhappy or angry. It will take some time for her to completely forgive me so until then I can't do anything but take everything she throws at me. But fuck, it hurts. Knowing that I let her down and I can never change it. If only I could turn time back. "I never stopped caring" "Sorry. I was just shocked" "Why did you let her go?" "Because Damiano asked me to. He said she didn't know that I was pregnant. Besides, killing her wouldn't change anything. It's not like I can be pregnant again" No, she can't. "Come on. Your sister bought a lot of food. I wonder if she was planning on locking us in here for a week" I change the subject because it feels like now isn't the right time to talk about Leone. Someday we will be able to talk about him comfortably without it being too much for her. At least I hope so. "She's an idiot. Luckily she's with Fabian or God knows what would happen to your son" "Paulo and your friends are here
"You're the one who wants to wait." "Not anymore" He pulls back to take off my dress. Making me realize that he's still fully dressed while I'm completely naked. "Don't you think you're overdressed for the occasion?" "I can't wait any longer," he says spinning me around. My eyes connect with his in the mirror and the wicked smile on his lips is enough to let me know what he's thinking. I hear the sound of a zipper then his hot, hard cock is between my crack. He spreads my cheeks open, wedging himself between them, and starts to slowly move up and down. Lord, that feels good. With his eyes still on mine, he reaches up to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and sending a bolt of heat straight to my pussy. There's something erotic about watching him play with my body. Watching both our reactions to his ministrations. Especially since I'm naked and he's still dressed. It feels like I'm his plaything. Like he can't be bothered to get undressed because he knows I'll accept him either
Did being a father change him so much? It's been more than an hour and he hasn't touched me which is unlike Cris. The man I know couldn't keep his hands off me. We were like rabbits who fucked anywhere and everywhere. Has he changed or am I not desirable anymore? Did I get old and lose my sex appeal? I'm not even thirty yet. How could he lose interest so fast? He made me sit next to him at the dining table and all he's done is hold my hand. Jumping up, I rush to the bathroom. I was pregnant but never got to breastfeed so my breasts aren't saggy. They're still firm just like how they used to be. And I haven't lost my waist yet. It's still there. I turn around several times to make sure that I'm not lying to myself. Since I came here, I haven't tried dieting or going to the gym. Maybe I gained a little..."What are you doing?" He asks leaning on the door, making me jump. "Fuck, you scared the living daylights out of me" "Are you looking for something?" "Yes. My sexiness
"Last chance, Cris. If you mess it up, I'll send you to hell myself" Damn it! Who was I kidding? I never had a chance. Maybe provoking him wasn't a good idea. If I hadn't talked to him, he would have continued his play. Giving me more time to convince her that I am the better choice. Then again, who's to say she would have given in? Actions speak louder than words. She doesn't trust me. Locking her door was a clear sign that she didn't feel safe with me. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't let her go the first time we met. Why does she keep going back to him? He'll hurt her again. I know he will. Turning off the laptop, I take my car keys and leave. She needs to come back to her senses. After everything that bastard did, how could she forgive him? It's okay if she doesn't want to be with me but he's not right for her either. He left when she needed him the most and he will do it again. "Sir" "What?" "She's still waiting for you in the lobby"
I'm curious to know if they've made up but I don't want to disturb them in case they're in the middle of it. Carina just needed a little shove to see that she still loved her husband. I know the other guy, Marco, has done a lot for her but he honestly scares me. Cris is on our level. If we put our minds to it, we could destroy his business and leave him penniless. As a matter of fact, if he does something stupid again, that's what I'll do. But Marco? He's too powerful. He doesn't go around showing it but Damiano told me about him and I was shocked. If someone like that were to date my sister, of course, we would be known as the most powerful family. But it would also mean that we couldn't do anything without his permission. I thought about it really hard. About who would make Carina happy. Maybe I'm judging Marco too harshly but I don't think he can do it. She doesn't look at him the same way she looks at Cris. At first, I just wanted to mess around with her and se
"Marianna!" "Gee, are you trying to burst my eardrum? What's the problem now? Shouldn't you be happy for having a sister as caring as I am?""I'm sorry but did you not hear me when I told you to stay out of it? Are you deaf?""Yes. I usually become deaf when it suits me. Which stage are you at?" "I don't know what's going through that thick head of yours but I'll have you know that I'm going to kick him out" "I took the keys with me" Idiot "I have two spare keys you dumbass" "Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? I just want to see you happy" "It doesn't have to be with him. I can be happy with someone else" I lower my voice so he doesn't hear me. Waking up to find him hovering above me almost gave me a heart attack. But it's not the first time I've caught him watching me sleep. If I didn't know him I'd think he was a creep. "Remember when you left the Maldives and were kidnapped by that asshole?" "Yeah. Marco's guys saved me and took me to his house" "Half a point
Now I'm a hundred percent sure Marianna spent all night planning this. I don't know if I should thank her or be pissed. This could go two ways. Carina could either ignore everything and kick me out or she would end up thinking I was in cahoots with her sister and possibly hate me forever. Either way, it's not gonna end well. Before she comes out, I check for other notes and get rid of them. I've just discarded the last one when she asks, "Is there food in there? Marianna said she ordered some" Some is an under... Fuck. Thank God the fridge door is shielding me or I wouldn't know how to explain my hard-on. One look at her and my cock jumps up happily. I know I have no right to demand anything from her but there's no way I'll let her leave the house dressed like that. The floral dress is simple, exposing her shoulders and a good part of her legs but damn it, those legs are mine. That cleavage is mine. Every part of her is mine. She moves towards me and for a second, I forget to breat