Palermo, Sicily, five years later.
~Viviana~
Happiness, the state of being happy. But how do we set the bar to signify we are truly happy? I’ve been asking myself this question for a while now.
I’ve reached a few of my goals. Only a few since they’re never-ending. I wanted to finish college, and I did. I wanted to dance for a living, and I did. But after owning a studio, it faded into the background of my desires. A status quo. Something I do on a daily basis, like on manual function.
To constantly move has always been my motivation since I resided here in Palermo after I lost everything. Even that lost its allure in the list of the things that make me feel alive.
Travel the world? A lifetime is not enough t
~Roman~ Like the criminal that I am, I stood under the shadow of the tree, far enough from the parking yard in Luciano’s mansion, but close enough to see her. As her car rounded the corner, the languid roll of her Ford’s wheels mirrored the slow beating of my heart. It was slow since it’s been lifeless for a fucking long time. Four years, eight months, and thirteen days. She’s so close. So close that my nose tipped to check the wind propagation at the thought of breathing the same air she does. So close that my mouth salivates at the possibility of tasting those lips again. So close that my nails carved half-moons on my palms at the thought of holding her again. It made my blood flow rapidly through my veins—warmth seeping into my busted heart, pumping it to life. It
~Viviana~“Where are Franco and Alegra?” I asked Zia, after handing over my gift to her. Franco is Zia’s one-year-old son, while Alegra is Penny and Lu’s five-month-old daughter.“With Bo and Diego,” Zia explained, sipping her iced water.I was lucky to be welcomed with open arms in their small circle. Bo, the guy who kidnapped me and saved me from Lena, while Diego, the brains in Xavier’s team, never shows up in these kinds of events. They primarily work behind the scenes, and they’ve been involved in my life before I even realized their existence.Dad made one request from Lu to protect mom and me in return for his loyalty to the Italian mafia. He knew his end was coming the moment he flipped sides. Somehow, it had me thi
~Viviana~ If I had known Roman would be staying as well for the after-party, I would’ve conjured some lame excuse to skip it. But then again, he’s not the reason I am here, just the same as I am not the reason he’s here, so I tried my best not to get affected by his presence. It was easier said than done, though. With a crowd of twenty people, Zia moved the party to the ample backyard of their mansion. The gentle breeze of the summer night made it ideal for a dip in the free-form pool with a bar and spa. Instead of stripping into my underwear like most guests, I decided the patio under the canopy of bougainvillea and fairy lights was a better choice. Between the pool and the deck was a man made bonfire, surrounded by the ratan cushioned couches. You’ll know that Xavi
~Roman~Giorgia had been blasting my eardrums with continuous blabber of her trips all over the world. She’s beautiful with red hair, green eyes, curvy body, and she’d be fucking tolerable with her mouth shut. If I were in the mood, I’d probably shut her up with my cock buried in her throat. But I knew that would never be enough; no one would be enough to quench the longing I have for Viviana.The moment she left Spain, I fucked around to fill the void where my heart used to be. There was even a time when Xavier and I shared women, back when he was still a cold-hearted ass like me. He suddenly turned into this saint upon getting engaged with Zia, and I was left alone in my conquest.Now that I’ve seen Viviana again, I understand that no matter how many women I bury my dick into, no one will s
~Viviana~Xavier couldn’t contain his excitement and adoration for his wife. He kept stealing kisses on Zia throughout the rest of our evening, paying no mind if everyone could see this soft side of him. He doesn’t mind that he’s the most powerful man in the world of crime, leading both the American and Italian mafia, and shamelessly shows how much he loves Zia.I had my expectations when Lu told me he wanted me to meet the man he was working for. The one my dad worked for before he died. The man who kept his promise of keeping me safe, abiding by my father’s request. I expected him to be brutal, cruel, and, well, arrogant. The last part might be fifty-fifty. He’s self-assured, but just like Roman, Xavier also wears his heart on his sleeves. He isn’t afraid to show that he cares for the people important to him, especially wit
~Roman~Before I summoned the courage to knock on her door, a war occurred inside my head. Zia returned twice to her room, handing her a bottle of aspirin first, and then they talked inside for the second time. That was how long I’d been hiding in this dark corner. Eyeing her door—a target I’ve been surveying, like a hawk in pursuit of its prey.All I could see from my hiding spot was the hallway, and I had to see her face to make sure she was alright. She used to get headaches because of the weather change in Spain, and I suppose some things never change.The moment she opened the door, I instantly regretted coming to check up on her. Now I’m the one with a huge problem. Seeing her in nothing but a skimpy white towel is a sight I never expected to see. Her auburn hair was a disarrayed crown;
~Roman~Saturday morning, seated inside the pickup truck Lu loaned me, I waited for the clock to hit six am.Viviana sent me her address and told me to be there by six or even a little later if I had other things to do. It’s more like she’s simply telling me not to bother to help her out, but I did want to help her and spend the day with her, as friends, of course.It felt like a lifetime had gone by since yesterday’s breakfast, and I crave her presence like a druggie needing a fix.The house I’m looking at was her home for the last three years. It doesn’t have the white picket fence, but it’s definitely a place where you’d want your children to live. Xavier owned this parcel of land, a gift he gave her in memory of her father. S
~Viviana~For a moment, I saw the vision of our past, only it was him who was leaving me. I felt it on Thursday night, the pain of being left behind. I’m not sure if he wanted me to feel what he felt that night, but knowing Roman, he probably didn’t know how this affected me. He would never hurt me, at least not deliberately, and from the way his shoulder fell as he pivoted to leave, my heart took control of my mind.I reached for his hand before he could descend the stairs.We were frozen at the moment. His broad shoulder stiffened, holding his breath while I forced my brain for the right words to say.I’m not sure what I would get out of this gesture. Our future is still bleak, but my hold on his hand was enough to let him know what I wanted. And that