~MARIO~ The jail I was sent into was by far the worst unhygienic and inhumane one I had ever been into. My first night there was so horrible. There were cockroaches everywhere. Some were even crawling up on me while I was sleeping. Mosquitoes bit me all night. It was torture that never allowed me time to think of my next plan. The windows were open and could not be closed. The night cold breeze made sleep impossible for me. I kept tossing and turning on the little mattress that I was provided to sleep on. The blanket could not even do me any good as it had holes and was not warm. It was so ironic how I was in such a place that was similar to my dungeons. The realization of it broke me to my core. I was certainly sure that Gia was happy wherever she was. She finally got revenge for the death of her parents, and that of Anna I shot in front of her. She might have been rejoicing with Elio that I was looking at a life sentence in here. I wanted to curse the day I met G
~GIA~ "You had a miscarriage," Sofia said. "What did you just say?" I asked her. That couldn't be. I didn't even know that I was pregnant to be told now that I had lost the baby. "You had a miscarriage, the doctor said that -" I interjected before she could finish her sentence, "I am pregnant?" "You were, and then you lost the baby," she answered. Ignoring my question altogether. "Am I pregnant?" I asked again. "You were, Gia, and then you lost the baby," she replied. I didn't want to believe her. If I was pregnant and then lost it, I would have known. But there were no signs that I had lost the baby. They were wrong. This baby was all that Mario and I would need to mend our relationship. It was the only way for me to make up for betraying him when he wanted to avenge his unborn child for being killed. I was the only person who could determine that I was pregnant and had lost the baby because this was my body that we were talking about. If it meant us running a
~GIA~ "Gia. It's Mario," he said on the other end of the line. "Mario?" I said as I quickly sat up on the bed. My heart raced. I wondered if he was out and on his way home. I wondered why he called me and if he missed me as well. I wondered a lot of things, hoping and praying in my heart that he had forgiven me. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, I'm fine. I feel so much better now," I answered. A smile formed on my face. "Andrea told me about the pregnancy," he sounded sad. "I didn't lose the baby, Mario," I assured him. "He told me that the doctor confirmed that you miscarried, Gia," he protested. Andrea honestly had no right to discuss my pregnancy with Mario. He had no right to discourage him from us being the family that he always wanted to have. He was supposed to keep quiet about this until it was confirmed that I truly lost the baby, which I did not lose. I was still pregnant, and that doctor was wrong. "I did not miscarry our baby, Mario. I took pregna
~MARIO~ "Are you sure that she lost the baby, Andrea?" I asked him as we crawled down under the tunnel from the bathroom that led outside of the prison premises to the woods. "I'm positive. I was there when the doctor confirmed it with a scan," he answered as he crawled behind me. Marco found the bathroom tunnel through a foundation sketch of the prison that he found on the internet. We had to walk over bathroom water, feces, and pee to go through to the other end of the tunnel. It was so dark, but we had to keep moving and not stop because of anything that moved under the water. "She thinks that she's still pregnant," I replied to him. I was worried about Gia. Wondering how she was feeling and why she would insist that she was still pregnant when she was diagnosed that she lost the baby. But that didn't matter. She was out of her coma, and I wanted to be there for her until she got through the loss of our baby. "It's not surprising that she would think that. Finding o
~MARIO~ A few hours later, we arrived at our destination, and Marco's private jet was waiting for us in the countryside. It was so hard for me to get inside it and leave. I thought of Andrea's body. If it was going to decompose in the woods and get eaten by wild animals. If I was not on the run, I would have insisted that we go back for his body and get him a proper burial at home. I wanted him to rest knowing that he was going to have his grave visited every other month or so. "Are you ready to go?" Marco asked me as I stood over the hill, looking over the woods that covered the prison's view. I thought of how my life almost ended there, but Andrea came for me. For the millionth time, even though I was now doubting his loyalty, he came for me. He didn't give up on me even though I almost killed him in that electric chair. No one was going to have my back more than he had mine. No one was going to save my life more than he had. He was gone now when I needed him th
~MARIO~ It has finally been 6 months since I married Gia. Her father's company was legally hers, and I planned to take it and make it mine. I was going to make a deal with her in exchange for her company. I called her family's lawyer for Gia to sign the necessary papers for the company to be in her name. She agreed, and there were no hustles when it came to that arrangement. "So, you are married to Mario Montez, Gia?" The lawyer asked, looking sternly at Gia through his eyeglasses, trying to make sure that I was not holding her against her will to claim the company as my own. He wanted to spot any discomfort from her that would prove that she was forced to be at the meeting. "Yes, we are married," she answered with a smile. "Do you understand that your husband will have a 50% share of the company?" "I understand completely," she answered. "Do you understand that at the time of your death, he will have a 100% share of the company?" She looked at me and answered, "I und
~GIA~ Two days later, Mario bought me a house in Milan. It was a small, modern apartment that I fell in love with instantly. He also bought me a car and gave me a great start to my new life as a free woman. He also bought me furniture and insisted that I don't use the cheques that he gave me. Sofia begged to come with me, but Mario did not approve because he wanted to cut all ties with me. He also made me change my cell phone and lose all the contacts that I could use to get hold of him. He told me not to think of them again. To move on with my life and be happy. He promised that he was going to take care of Arianna and continue with the reading practices that I did with her. Well, my transition in Milan was not that bad. I registered myself for an online course and befriended an old lady who lived opposite my apartment. She was such a nice lady and made my life there adjustable. A few days later, I was used to living on my own. I had my morning coffee at this new
~MARIO~ "I miss Gia, Bambi. When is she coming back?" Arianna asked again for the millionth time this week. "She will be back home soon, Ari," I replied to her as I picked her up in my arms to watch a movie with her. "Do you think that she misses us?" I had no idea how to respond to her questions anymore. And so I decided to hire someone to take pictures of her to show to Arianna so that she would be relieved about her. I thought that if she knew that Gia was fine and happy, it was going to make her happy. In return for the pictures, Arianna asked to write Gia's notes and have them sent to her. She thought that Gia would love them and appreciate them. And I agreed to get the guy that I hired to get the notes to Gia without her noticing. So far, the guy came back with reports that Gia took the notes and smiled when she received them. But the following week, the guy I had hired reported to me that she found Gia passed out in her apartment and rushed her to the hospital, bu