Danielle“I had someone take a sample of your blood. To analyze it, I mean.” I’m about to say something to express my growing panic as he squeezes me further against his chest, calming me instantaneously. “I have a good friend from another territory. They have an army of lab-rats.” I hear him take a deep breath. “His wife is one of them, so he could send her without raising any suspicions and she will surely treat it confidential. And they are not corrupt. Don’t worry.” Labs? Oh, dear! “You gave my blood out to the Degli Baronesis?” I ask shocked, wanting to wiggle out of his grip.He chuckles, freeing me with a last squeeze. “Don’t worry. They are good people.” I snort as I turn around to face him. “That’s the first time I hear that.” Rolling my eyes, I look at him agape as he smiles wickedly. “What?!” “I just love how proud you are of your territory.” I shrug, nestling back into his arms with a few wiggles and he wraps his arms around me. Inhaling deeply, I breathe in his
Danielle As I crack up his face morphs into a full frown and I stop wiping a tear. “Weren’t you joking? You have to be joking!” “Why should I be joking about something like that, Danielle? Just what kind of asshole do you think I actually am?!” He growls as I push out a deep breath to calm myself.“You can’t be serious. You would buy me a house?” His frown deepens and finally convinces me he is dead serious. “I didn’t say I’d buy you a house. I’d buy us a house. Don’t you want the child’s father to be around?” I’m honestly taken aback by his words and at how much thought he seems to have already put into this. “You don’t have to play family to be there for a child,” I say, forcing up a smile and seeing how his expression falls, his face distorting in rage.Oh, no. I guess that was the wrong thing to say. “Play family?” He doesn’t even try to cover up the anger in his voice, making me regret my words instantly. But before I can utter my apology, he is already engrossed back in
Giovanni (5 years ago)“Breathe, just try to breathe through it.” Danielle is losing consciousness again as a feeble whisper leaves her lips. “I can’t.” I don’t think I would be able to hear her if I wasn’t clasping her in my arms as if my life depended on it.But maybe hers does. Her breathing slows down, and she is covered in cold sweat. My panic rises and I shout at Valerio, who is cussing in the driver’s seat, inciting him to drive faster. His stupid sporty BMW is barely doing the job, but it was still the better choice as my shabby Fiat Panda would have died on the road.I need a faster car, damn it and damn me for not investing in a proper car just to save some dime. “Stay with me, Danielle. Don’t fall asleep.” I grab her face, shaking her gently. “Hey, look at me.” “Fuck, where did she get so much stuff?” Valerio asks, his eyes concentrated on the road as he races along the highway. “I don’t fucking know,” I growl at him. I feel sick to my stomach about the fact that s
Danielle I enter the dark apartment and turn on the lights as I slip out of my shoes. Stepping down the stairs, I walk into the living room just to get scared the living daylights out of me. “What the -?!” Giovanni is sitting in the corner of the couch, sipping an amber liquid out of a crystal glass. “Why are you sitting in the dark?“ I ask him as I take a few steps closer to him. He smiles at me evilly, and I shudder. But maybe he just finds it funny that this is the first thing I’m asking while he is covered in blood. It splatters his white shirt clinging to his broad chest and he even has a few drops on his face. “Oh, my God, Gio. What happened?” His smile brightens as he puts a finger on his lips, chuckling as if it was a secret. My heartbeat picks up its pace, as this action is highly disturbing. I remember the Joker vibes I got from Domenico, but thinking of it, that was like being with an angry baby kitten in comparison with what I’m feeling now. Instinctively, I ta
Danielle “I’m not going to. So, go ahead!” I challenge him, closing my eyes as I wait for the impact. Slowly, I re-open my eyes as it gets alarmingly quiet and as I don’t hear anything after a few minutes, I nearly think he is gone. I am about to climb from my bed, only to jump right back as a loud bang gets the door wrenched off its hinges. You have to be kidding me. “Did you build it out of cardboard or what?” He steps over the door, inspecting it with a click of his tongue. “Yeah, I should have that secured.” His murmuring is still audible to me and I get off the bed to distance myself from him by retreating into the room even more. “You can’t be serious!” Giovanni looks at me annoyed as he reaches me with a few steps and comes to stand right before me. “Whores usually don’t act up, so I guess I will have to punish you!” He lifts his arms as he speaks while adjusting his cufflinks and rolling back his sleeves indifferently. ¨Why does he have to look so hot doing that? I
Danielle The next day was already a huge pain. But the second night was even worse. I had slept awfully and I couldn’t bring myself to concentrate while I got through my scripts. Usually, we would always end up having sex after such a fight, resulting in me sleeping like a baby. But as I didn’t get to let off my steam in the best of ways, I struggled to ignore him as he seemed to enjoy scurrying around me while I was trying to stay strong. And not jump him. Initially, I felt proud for having stood my ground but it already faltered drastically on the second day as I got out of my room to get some breakfast and met him eating standing while watching TV from his kitchen. He was wearing nicely fitting pants and his shirt was still unbuttoned, I guess to not get it dirty from his food or to provoke me. I tried my best to act nonchalantly, getting a bottle of water out of the fridge as he pushed a toast on a plate in my direction. “Thank you,” I said quietly as I took it, my stoma
Danielle The chill air is perfect for making hard decisions. Standing in front of the shelves filled with cookies, I ponder on which other kind of cookies would go with my Pan di Stelle. Don’t judge me, I’m going through a tough week. I make my way to look for Natalina and find her strolling around, pushing a trolley full of delicious things. “Oh, I’m already looking forward to the next meals.” She smiles warmly at me and holds out her hand to take the bags of cookies out of my arms. “Oh, no. I’m going to pay for it with my money,” I turn slightly, defending my sweets with my body while she giggles.“That’s out of the question. In to the trolley with them, young lady.” I groan, rummaging through my purse. “No, no! I brought my money with me on purpose, please. I’ve sort of a holiday and I’m not spending his money while on it.” As I look up from my purse where I intricately just took my money out, she is looking at me questioningly. “Holiday? But you aren’t on holiday. I saw y
GiovanniThis is never-ending. My patience already wears thin as we meet with two representatives of the Vespasiani territory.Domenico seems to perceive my discomfort and wears an annoying smirk the entire time. The negotiations don’t run as smoothly as the last time and I’m ready to start a war by shooting everyone in the room, just to get home. I really have to make her cut the week short. Checking my watch, I see that it’s a quarter to midnight. She probably has gone to bed anyway. I sigh deeply while Enrico is trying once again to be professional and starts another attempt to go through the contract clauses with Domenico and his poodle. “Maybe we should postpone our meeting to a date when your prime purpose isn’t to make us lose our valuable time. I’m not scum like you, my time is worth a lot, Vespasiani!” Domenico smirks wider at my comment. “What got your panties in a twist, Fortunati? Did your gem already get bored of you?” I scoff, tapping Enrico’s shoulder. Moving m