Danielle The expression that builds on his face is breaking my heart. I know how much he adores my father and would worship the ground he walks on if he could. Taking a deep breath, I brace myself for an upcoming storm. “I haven’t seen or talked to my father in years.” “When was the last time you saw him?” he asks, my heart getting another crack. Why can’t he never let me enjoy the night he grants me all hundred and somewhat years? I shrug, trying to act as if I wasn’t absolutely heartbroken. “When I was 15, maybe 16.” His eyes widen as he stares at me incredulously. “That was 10 years ago, Danielle.” His eyes darken and his tone gets dangerously calm, “Why?” I shrug again, feeling like an idiot. “I was busy, I guess?” “Busy to see your father serving a life sentence? You have to be kidding me.” He sits up about to stand up, and I grab his arm to keep him from distancing himself even more from me. My heart disintegrates itself at the thought of him getting away from me aga
Danielle He kills the engine and turns to face me. Feeling confined in this narrow space, I take a deep breath before I start to talk. “My mother, my brother and I went to visitation twice or three times a week. At fifteen you have these stupid moods, so once I didn’t go with them, because, I don’t know…“ I lift my hands to let them slump back into my lap. “I think I just went shopping with Loredana and Angelica. My mom got very angry, but she and Giulio went alone and as they came back, she told me that my father was heartbroken that I had missed the invitation. So, she had to go on and tell him the truth.” I move my hand up to catch a tear, falling silent again, as I don’t want to start sobbing in front of him. “What truth?” Giovanni asks calmly, and I shrug, pushing out a deep breath before I continue speaking. “She had told him that I was angry and that I was disappointed in him. That I never wanted to see him again because I didn’t want to do anything with him, the family or
Giovanni I should feel on top of the mountain, yet something just doesn’t sit right. My inner voice is screaming at me to get back to Danielle as soon as possible. I brush it off, straighten my spine and wait patiently as a guard inspects me suspiciously before shouting to his colleague behind another barred door. An alarm resounds, and I’m let through another barred door, reaching a small fenced room with some tables and chairs. The warder puffs his chest. “20 minutes, guys. Don’t get too nasty.” He chuckles as the alarm blares again and he is let out of the room. I take my seat in one of the plastic chairs and look up as a middle-aged man gets escorted into the room by another guard. As soon as he has been freed from his handcuffs, he turns at me with a bright smile and I get up to hug him. “Giovanni, how are you doing, my son?” I nod smiling, looking into the dark eyes she clearly got from him. “I'm fine, Alberto. I should be asking you.” We take a seat as he gestures to
Giovanni “Giovanni, do you know what time it is?”“No, I didn’t check, sorry. I just got home a few minutes ago.”She hums and I hear something click.“It’s 2 a.m.! You need a new job if you are going to call me after your shift.”I chuckle, “My bed is big and really comfortable, Danielle. You can try it all you want, then I wouldn't have to call you anymore.”She giggles cutely. “You are crazy.”I hum, smiling. “Why? Wouldn‘t you like to get woken up by me returning from work, and fumbling you under the bedsheets?”I can hear her breathing skip before she ignores my advances totally. “Don’t tell me you called me because you miss me.”“No, I forgot to tell you. Loredana probably won’t ask you for it, but she usually gets a fee from her girls. I just wanted to tell you that I’ll cover any fee she would need from you. So, don’t give her any money.”“No, Gio! I can’t accept it. You gave me too much money already. It’s just fair that I pay for it.”“Thank you for your concern, but I’ve m
DanielleSadists.That’s the only thing that comes to my mind as I try to find a position that doesn’t hurt while I sit in my bench, trying to concentrate on my classes. But it hurts even when I breathe. So, I just pray that I’ll be able to hide it from Giovanni. Stepping out of university at four, feeling extremely giddy, I put on my best poker face to look around seeming unbothered. But as soon as my eyes fall on him as he is already waiting for me, my heart skips a beat painfully. He is dressed in an elegant suit, leaning casually against his car while scrolling on his phone, and I halt in my tracks for a second, feeling like I could watch him forever. Stop being such a lovesick idiot. As if sensing my gaze, he looks up to me and he locks his phone, putting it into his inside pocket and pushes himself from the car. I reach him with fast steps, which make my curls to bounce.He smiles as he looks at them hypnotized, “I can’t remember the last time I saw you with curls.” He se
Danielle Driving onto a path leading through a thick forest, one would think that he wants to dispose of my body professionally after our talk. He halts on a small secluded area that is free from any trees and looks like a natural parking spot. I wonder how he knows about this one, but thinking of it, I really don’t want to know. “Is that private enough for you?” He asks as he turns off the motor and turns to his side to face me with a mocking grin. I scrunch up my nose at his mockery. “Yes, thank you, Gio. And how nice of you not to make fun of me feeling uncomfortable at discussing certain topics in public.” He takes a deep sigh as his expression turns serious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Turning to face him as well, I lean into the leather seat and cross my arms on my chest. “I promised you the truth but I don’t know how much I’m ready to share.” “We’ll take baby steps then.” I snap my eyes back to his at that, finding him smiling warmly at me. Oh my God. How much more
DanielleThe next day, I wake up to my brother standing next to my bed. I jerk up scared and move away from him as fast as I can, ripping up my wounds in the process. As I’m trying to flee another punishment, I feel the wet sensation of my blood impregnating my skin, but I couldn’t care less. “How did the bastard get the idea to ask you?” he snarls, looking ready to rip me apart.I don’t get his eloquently posed question, so I already prepare for the blow as I ask him, “What do you mean?” “Don’t try to play dumb, stupid bitch.” He grabs my ankle, pulling me back into his reaching radius, making me cry out in pain because of the pressure exerted on my injuries. Getting into my face, he adds, “How did the bastard get the idea you could guard his money?” He reeks of whisky and my panic grows as alcohol is never a good combination with his aggressions. “I- I- I don’t know! He was there to talk with Loredana and she couldn’t because she had clients, so he gave it to me.” Pulling at m
Danielle Arrived at the restaurant, I change into my uniform consisting of a black skirt, a white blouse and a small red apron and reach my colleagues who are already standing in a circle going through today’s reservations. Salvatore, a good-looking and tall guy in a waiter’s uniform with a faux hawk smiles mockingly at me while whispering, “You are late, Dani.” I just stick my tongue out at him and proceed to tie a high ponytail. Even if I have covered up the bump on my forehead with loads of make-up, I leave a few strands out of my ponytail to be sure it is fully disguised. “Dani. Do you know Valerio Dantiano?” I nod at Adriano, my boss and chief of service at the restaurant where I’m working. “We are childhood friends,” I answer, pulling at my apron nervously. He smiles and utters a “Nice” as he scribbles on his clipboard. “He is coming in at half past one. Has booked a table of five and asked if you would be working. Is that okay for you if I sit them in your corner?“ he a
Giovanni Two Years LaterWrapping my hands around my wife, I help her stabilize on her feet as she holds her head. “Oh.” “Are you sure that you are alright?” I ask her, pushing out a strand of hair out of her face.She nods, making my heart squeeze as I’m not convinced as her face seems so pale. “Yes, all good.” “Bullshit, Danielle. You have been feeling unwell for days. We are going to see a doctor right now.” She groans, pushing herself out of my arms. “Can we please just go see my father? Afterward, we can go.” “No,” I answer firmly, putting my hands on the car’s roof, caging her in. “We will go to the doctor’s and after that, we will go see your father.” Shaking her head, she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. “But we might lose the window. You know how complicated things can be with those appointments and how strict the prisons are. What if they don’t visit me right away and we have to wait?” I click my tongue, giving in as I can’t resist her looking at me like this. Damn
Giovanni “Is it normal to wear the tie so tight?” I clear my throat as I pull at my tie again, feeling like it is cutting into my throat. Valerio laughs, pinching my tie, and shakes his head. “It’s perfectly fine. You are about to hyperventilate. That is all.” I scoff, slipping into my jacket as I walk to the window. “I don’t understand why they can’t just have us walk in together. I mean, where did they bring her?” “Calm down. It’s tradition. They will call her in after the first discussions and blessing with the elders,” he explains to me, wanting to calm me down with information that I already possess. “At least you are not a Degli Baronesi, or you would be choosing your favorite knife at this point.” “What the fuck,” I mumble under my breath, watching the people scurrying outside. He snorts, putting his hands into his pockets. “It’s going to be fine. They love you. They chose you. It’s going to be a nice ceremony and then we can all go and get drunk. Relax.” “You have to l
Danielle I look at him intrigued, laying a hand on my chest, and watch him pull off his now-drenched shirt to toss it onto the ground. “Lift me out…” Following the gesture of his head, I gasp as my eyes fall onto a bottle of lube on the edge of the pool. “Pervert,” I whisper, making him laugh. My eyes scan the surrounding gardens, and I gulp. “Aren’t there people who could hear us? I mean, me?” “Maybe,” he grins smugly. “But we are going to be quiet, aren’t we?” I open my mouth, looking at him shocked, and I’m still pondering on the fact if I should feel afraid. But I guess my stupid body betrays me as I shiver in pleasurable anticipation. “I thought that the hot water would help you relax, but we can just chill if you don’t feel like it,” he whispers, leaving featherlight kisses on my cheek and my jawline. Gulping painfully, I let my eyes roam our surroundings again before I turn my head slightly to look at him. “No, I really want to do it.” His lips stretch into a gorgeous
Danielle “Wait,” I throw my hands in front of my face, taking a deep breath as he freezes, grinning up at me. “Wait. Wait. Wait,” I repeat panically, feeling like I can’t breathe. “What are you doing?” Giovanni lifts his brow, glaring at me. “What does it look like, Danielle?” “Is that the reason why you wanted to see my dress?” I ask, my entire body shaking. “But why?” He sighs, letting his arm slump. “I knew that it wasn’t the right timing. I’ll just get up.” “No, no, no!” I shout, making him look at me with furrowed brows. I lean down, putting my hands onto his shoulders. We stare at each other for a split second, my mouth turning dry as I finally push myself up again. I cross my arms, laying my hands flatly on my chest as I calm my racing heartbeat. “Okay… I’m ready.” “Great,” he laughs, shaking his head, and lifts his arm again. With a small movement, he opens the small ring box, getting my heart to halt in my chest. Clasped between velvet cushions, a white-gold ring wi
Danielle “Sorry,” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I approach a hostess, causing her to smile at me. “I’m supposed to meet with my boyfriend, but I guess he is running late. Must be a table for Fortunati.” The hostess looks at her book and her smile brightens as she gestures to me to follow her. Her Kimono rustles as she walks gracefully, and I am thinking about whether I’m dressed elegantly enough for this luxurious place as she passes the entrance of the hall with the tables and the chatting guests. I gulp anxiously as I follow her down the beautifully decorated hallway. She reaches a door on the right and slides it open with a deep bow. “Please feel at home and leave your shoes at the door.” “Thank you so much,” I say, doing a small curtsy and entering the room. The first thing I see is Giovanni, who stands up from a romantically set table, closing his jacket as he watches me slip out of my heels and step closer. The private room looks like a private restaurant set up just fo
Danielle As Giovanni enters the apartment, my heart is beating out of my chest. He had told me that he would pick up the heirlooms today after work and he took Gro with him to ensure directly if it was everything my father wanted me to have for the ceremony. Lifting a small bag, he smiles at me and walks towards me. But just as I want to grab it, he lifts it out of my reach and leans down. “Ah, ah, ah, my Love,” he mocks me, grabbing my chin to make me look at him. “Without even giving me a kiss?” I roll my eyes before closing them and he kisses me with a chuckle. As soon as he has detached himself from me, I lift my hands, opening and closing them to make him give me the bag. “Here you are, impatient kitten.”Giggling, I turn around with my gaze already in the bag and purr lowly, getting him to wrap his arms around me and lift me up, just as I’ve emptied the contents of the bag on the couch table. “No!” I scream, laughing and thrashing in his hold. “Let me down. I want to se
DanielleGiovanni surely never fails to keep his promises. I scrunch up my face as the stinging on my ass increases when I walk out of the dressing room, and the shop assistant pulls at my dress. “Don’t you like it?” Loredana looks up at me worried, her question causing my other friends to do the same. “Erm… No, no, I love it,” I stutter out, feeling the heat creeping up my cheeks. As if I could tell her that I’m sore because we took our playtime a bit too far. I pass my hands over the white fabric, and I clear my throat. “But does it have to be white? I really don’t want to… I don’t know… What if he freaks out?” “He won’t,” Loredana shouts, squinting her eyes at me. “Yeah. I think the bigger issue will be him having to keep his shit together not to jump you as soon as he sees you in this dress,” Angelica jokes, making everyone giggle. I roll my eyes while Amelia sighs. She is playing with a veil, passing her fingers over the embroidery as she looks up at me with tears in her
DanielleMy heart beats into my throat as I see his lost gaze refocus, and a sly grin grows on his lips. “Well played. You totally fucked me over.” “That’s.. That’s…” I try to form a coherent sentence, as instead of being angry, he seems to be overly enthusiastic. This is bad. I didn’t think this through. “That’s because you lied to me for the last five years,” I stutter lightly as I raise my chin, wanting to appear confident. “You deserved it.” He stays quiet and watches me with a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin grows. Well, fuck. I laugh as he steps closer, and I lift my finger as if I could stop him. “No, you have to stop. What are you doing?” “What do you mean ‘what are you doing?’? We are playing, right?” he asks, looking like a boy in a toy store. Acknowledging that I have fucked up, my body buzzes in excitement at discovering what he has planned out in his sick mind. And I’m totally sick in mine, too, as it seems. As suspected, he doesn‘t stop stepping clos
Danielle I walk up a set of stairs and over the terrace, the gravel crunching under my feet. As I step up to the round table in white marble, the man sitting at it in a nice suit already stands up to welcome me with open arms. “Good morning, Danielle. How are you?”“Zio Marco,” I smile as I take my last steps at a quicker pace to walk into his hug. “I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you. How are you?” He gestures to me to sit down, and I take my seat in front of him. “Ah, you know how it is. Always too many things to do and too little time.”“You have to take a few breaks for yourself, Zio. It’s important that you take care of your health. I don’t want Zia Gigia to worry too much, and we surely don’t want her to be angry at you.” A maid hands me a glass of lemonade, and I thank her before she deposits a plate of Taralli onto the table and serves my uncle his espresso. “Thank you, Evelina.” He laughs as he stirs his black coffee with his small spoon and clinks it against the cup.