I dreamt about my parents this time. I could see them fighting again but maybe, it was a one side beating like it had always been with my mother at the receiving end. I could hear their voices screaming at each other while I hid in the corner quietly praying that my uncle wouldn't come and make matters worse. Our houses were not far from each other and my father listened to him too much, hearing him preach absurd things like how a woman in the mafia is meant to attend to her man's needs all the time and worship him like a god......My mother returns to me later and tries to check up on me but the first thing I noticed is the change of clothes she had from a short or transparent one to a long, opaque shirt. Her face looks just fine but that's only because for some reason, my father didn't want his only child to find out he was beating his wife so he never hurt her in obvious places that could be seen. I want to touch her but I am afraid of hurting her so I continue to wrap my tiny han
Dante still came by the next day when I was playing with Pedro to give us some food. My son was so happy to see his father again but I was more annoyed than ever seeing him smile so warmly in front of the child he rejected. I wanted to throw the fact in front of his face at the moment but I also didn't want to ruin this moment for my son so I kept my mouth shut and continued to give him the death stare. I vaguely heard him whisper to my son. "Should we really get that for your mother? Wanna come along?"Seeing Pedro nodding so enthusiastically only heightened my suspicions so I broke out in a coughing fit and reached for my son. "Pedro, where are you going? Come and hug your sick mother, love..."I spotted Dante's eyebrow twitch as if he was holding back his laughter but I didn't care. I was never going to allow him take my son anywhere without my company especially in my vulnerable state. California territory, this wasn't a place I could protect him. Pedro's warm and soft body mushe
The next days in California was like a dream to me, the dream that I had always wanted since the day I married Dante. Ever since our reconcilation, he would come back home early to see Pedro and then we would spend some time talking to each other. We both never crossed the invisible boundary set and only ventured into light hearted topics as we laughed over the simple things about life.I found myself slipping deeper into the illusion that was created to myself when I asked him to come share the bedroom with me. He seemed very conflicted about my request so I had no choice but to explain. "I just don't want you to keep sleeping in the living room since it might be very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not that hard to share a bed, right?"Dante didn't respond immediately but I could feel the pressure from his inscrutable eyes so I bit my lips while looking away to stare at the wall. The silence in the room had become a bit ambiguous with me debating internally if it was still possible for
Unfortunately, my plans to leave Dante didn't work out because of Pedro's refusal to co-operate. My greatest fear had finally come through seeing my little boy unwilling to leave his father behind. I was at the end of my patience after going through such a stressful fight with Dante so I put on my most sternest face to order my son. "Pedro, I am serious. Get up from the floor right now!"My voice was like a whiplash that made him flinch but he stubbornly laid on the floor like a ball and started wailing. I released a string of Italian curses that I wouldn't have let him hear on a normal day. At the end, I gave up on the idea knowing that my husband was right. I had no where to go and I couldn't risk Pedro's life when I still hadn't caught the person who was trying to kill me. The following days of the week passed without Dante's return after our argument. At first, I was very pleased that he wasn't here to anger me but the feelings soon changed to panic and then anger and resentment.
I left no stone unturned in Dante's house after my discovery of his well hidden plans. The whole place was a mess but I didn't care since I knew the housekeeper would be visiting us the next day. It wasn't easy to find anything but the each paper I managed to get my hands on, only fuelled my conviction that my husband was up to no good. I kept all of them in my bag because I still wanted them as leverage against him in case he got on my bad side. I reached out to one of my undercover associates in order to find out what I needed to get a possible divorce approved and she promised to help me with it. When I was done with all my tasks, I started searching for Pedro until I found him in a corner of the hallway curled up on the rug. We hadn't really talked to each other since our big fight so I knew that his behavior was not really surprising. I approached him and tapped his little back gently to wake him up. "Pedro darling, go to your room and sleep. You will fall sick if you catch a co
Dante's right hand man was frozen stiff with shock when he finally recognized me but he still didn't bulge from his spot. Just when I was already entertaining the idea of knocking some sense into him, Dante's weak but firm voice finally issued a command. "Rio, let her come in."I released a nasty smirk to Rio as he shifted aside to let me pass through and then I took advantage of our positions to slam the door to his face before he could come in. He released a string of Italian curses at the other end of the door which I ignored and surveyed my surroundings. The room was arranged as an infirmary with several beds placed horizontally beside each other with the heavy smell of disinfectants and medicine. I walked deep into the room until I found Dante lying on the bed with several stained bandages around his abdomen. "Marcella? What are you doing here?" Dante furrowed his face in slight confusion as he tried to stand up but only managed to leaned halfway on the headboard. "I brought th
"Stop there, Dante D'Angelo!" I scream on top of my lungs but even that was barely enough to get him to halt his steps so I walked up to him and grabbed his arm in a tight grip. I growl at him angrily. "I told you to stop!""I have already made my decision, Marcella!" He ripped his arm away from me but didn't take another step as both of us stare at each other, our harsh breaths mingling together in silence as tension sizzled between us. I struggle not to cry because of this cursed day. Because that's what it is. The lights suddenly went off in our penthouse so we were covered in darkness right now but what's the plan worst is the series of unlucky events that had been happening today before this moment. I try to voice my strength into my voice as I look at him but all we both hear is the pleading in my heart. "Don't do this, Dante. Please."Dante's hard gaze falters with conflict when he tries his best not to pull me into his arms. He always does that when I am distressed but this t
Three years later...I walk into the club at night, nodding that the bouncers who paid their respects to me. The place is lit and filled as it should be with the loud booming sounds echoing through my ears. Everyone around me and my guards are dancing and gyrating their bodies against each other but I pay no attention to them as I walk by, my clear destination is heading towards that black door that is far within my sights. One of my men opens the door for me and a man with blonde hair approached me and bows his head slightly and I nod in response. On a normal day, I would be smiling with Frederico, my second-in-command but tonight was not a night for pleasantries and he knew it. "Where is he?"Frederico tipped his chin to the direction of our prisoner and takes a step back. I grab the chair that is offered to me and then I sit opposite my prisoner. "Emiliano, you have some explaining to do. Where is my money?"My prisoner tries to open his swollen eyes as his whole face is a bloody