“I hope your Papa and Mama have filled you in on our contract.” Angelo remarked as soon as he joined the Viscolis at the far corner of the chapel, where they had been having a private conference. He emphasised the words “Papa and Mama”, imitating Moira’s voice, obviously in an unsavoury bid to mock her.
“Is that what a contract looks like in that pathetic little world of yours? In case you no longer realise it for what it really is, this is what we, the ordinary folk, call blackmail, Angelo. Why would you want to use a poor old couple for selfish gain? Haven’t you…” Moira charged at Angelo but her father quickly restrained her.
“Calm down and shut the hell up, Moira. All this drama will only get you into more trouble and make things unnecessarily complicated for all of us.” Isabella advised her daughter in a low whisper.
“I’d quickly drop that bitchy attitude if I were you, Moira. Angelo Manzini will certainly not tolerate such an out of control wife.” Angelo sarcastically referred to himself in second person. “So be a good wife or you’ll soon find out why everyone trembles at the sound of my voice; trust me, you don’t want to see that other side of me; but if you insist on upholding that behaviour you’ll certainly provoke the beast within me.” Angelo retorted, the tone of his face confirming the annoyance evident in his blue eyes.
“I’m not your wife. I’m just your hostage.” Moira mumbled.
“The contract… what’s the duration? For how long should we transport your stuff?” Mario took the discussion away from the awkward threats and bickering.
“Six months. For the amount of money you cost me the other time you should be doing it for a year or two. But because you’re now my in-laws… we’re family now… you just do it for a half year and we’ll call it even.” Angelo explained.
Moira and her parents exchanged glances that revealed the dejection that each of them felt. For Moira, six months with this loathsome man almost felt like a lifetime sentence of unending torment. Mario and Isabella Viscoli’s glances at each other however communicated more than dejection; there was also panic which neither Moira nor Angelo noticed.
“You and I are going to have a great six months, honey. You just…” Angelo exclaimed to break the silence.
Moira frowned and snarled angrily, “Don’t call me that, please. You have absolutely no right to call me ‘honey’. And… you mean… you mean… this nightmare is going to last 6 whole months?”
“What nightmare?” Angelo scoffed, intentionally teasing Moira in a distasteful manner.
“This sham of a marriage that you forced me into… when does it end? I get it that you want some stuff transported to cover whatever loses you accuse us of causing you. But do I have to be trapped in this hell hole for the entire six months?” Moira reasoned.
“Oh honey, you underestimate how valuable you are in this deal.” Angelo said, his face losing all expression, “Without you there’s no deal to talk about. So you’ll stay put. Six months; we’ll have a great time, you’ll see.”
Moira cringed. Hearing Angelo repeatedly call her ‘honey’ then confirming that she’d be trapped in his filthy presence – away from Tony- for half a year was simply heart-breaking.
There was a silent interval, during which advice was silently exchanged by the Viscolis via eye contact.
“So, after the six months are up, what happens? You let me go right? I have to get back to my boyfriend so I need to know what exactly to expect?” Moira enquired.
Angelo simply shrugged.
“How does that work? You realise that even this sham of a marriage actually is legal, right? We will have to divorce… you have to give me your word that you will sign the divorce papers without any drama. Can we at least agree on that one simple thing?” Moira voiced.
“Slow your roll, woman! There will not be a divorce. When the deal is done, we get an annulment; so don’t get over-excited with the D-word, OK? I’ll get the annulment sorted out, don’t worry about that.” Angelo exclaimed. “And let’s be clear about one thing, you go out of this marriage exactly the same way you came in… with nothing but your pretty face. I’m not giving up any of my assets over this arrangement; so don’t get any divorce settlement ideas. Understood?” Angelo added pompously.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Angelo. I have zero interest in anything that has your name on it. I’m not your usual kind of girl who’s only after your ill-gotten money…” Moira rebuked Angelo angrily and would have served him an insult or two had her mother not restrained her.
“Is that all you wanted to know? We better get moving, I have important work to do and you’ve already wasted enough of my precious time.” Angelo remarked sarcastically, completely ignoring Moira’s angry remarks.
“During the six months… will there be… you know…” Mario said as he waved his finger from Moira to Angelo; too shy to ask his question directly and resorting to using make-shift sign language.
“You said you’ll be living like husband and wife; will there be boundaries… limits to that?” Isabella weighed in.
“I expect a wife… in every aspect of that sort of relationship. What’s confusing about that?” Angelo grimaced.
“Hang on; stop right there, Mr Manzini! If you think this bogus contract marriage will grant you a free pass into my pants then you’re more deranged than I imagined. You said it yourself; I don’t leave your house with anything that I didn’t come in with… remember? Even a person with a pea brain will understand that it includes your DNA; so no sex and no sharing a bed or bedroom. We live in the same residence, that’s as physically close as we’ll ever get, as far as I’m concerned. I’m just a hostage and I can’t risk having your child, too… to constantly remind me of this nightmare.” Moira objected vehemently.
“Oh, that’s what you’re trying to say? Come on, I don’t have time for your nonsense either, missy. Girls like you.. bitchy girls like you… are just full of crap and I certainly don’t need them in my busy life, either. So don’t worry, I’ll certainly not be having any steamy dreams about you anytime soon, honey.” Angelo deliberately said it in an insulting manner.
“This is going to be the longest six months of my life. Really, how am I going to get over this arrogance and… Arghhh! This is the worst punishment ever!” Moira lamented she gathered the train of her wedding gown into her arms before running out of the chapel, hoping to find Tony so she could explain the sticky situation they’d fallen into.
“Oh, one more thing, “Angelo said to Mario and Isabella before going after his bride, “I really hope you’re not planning on visiting often. I don’t usually entertain riff raff at my house.”
Leaving the chapel in a huff, Tony Scott found no benefit in lingering outside with the hope of having a chat with Moira. He could still hear the mafia boss’s voice in his head, warning him against trying to contact Moira. In addition, the presence of swarms of Angelo’s goons in the vicinity of the chapel made it clear that it was not safe for him to stay put.Tony only managed to ask a favour from the chapel usher but could not stick around long enough to get his response. Tony could only hope that the usher would grant him his rather desperate request. Apparently, at that point, hope was all Tony had left to revive his chance of seeing Moira again before it was too late for them.But whatever hope he still had was not enough to put his anxious mind to rest. Tony had to find out exactly what had happened at the last stretch of his otherwise perfectly executed plan to elope with Moira. And there were only two people in the world
Standing in the middle of the Viscolis’ sitting room and watching their reactions after his sensational outburst, Tony was certain that he finally had their full attention.Mario had almost had enough of Tony’s crude mannerism which, in his opinion, completely lacked respect. He was almost at the verge of throwing the spoilt little brat out of his house so he could concentrate on the disaster that Angelo had caused by forcing his daughter into an impromptu contract marriage. But Tony’s latest remark had forced Mario to hold off throwing the young lad out until he had explained why he was so desperate to marry his daughter.Sitting right next to Mario and equally intrigued by Tony’s remarks, Isabella could not help but notice how passionately her daughter was loved by the strange young man standing before her. She marvelled at Tony’s bravery to stand before an irate father who clearly disliked him; and still conf
Mario and Isabella Viscoli were quiet for a long while; their faces unable to hide the fact that they were both engaged in deep contemplation. Tony could only assume that they had been moved by his story and were considering changing their minds about joining forces with him in Moira’s rescue. For the first time since being thrown out of the chapel by the mafia boss, Tony got a glimmer of hope for Moira and their future together. And of course, his mind quickly drew up new travel plans, optimistic that his girlfriend would definitely make it on the important trip back to his hometown; in just a day or two by his rough estimation. That feeling made him lean back into the comfortable sofa while he allowed his hosts time to carefully reconsider their earlier position on the matter. Finally, Mario and Isabella exchanged a few murmurs and nodded in agreement before Mario said, “We’re really touched by your love for our daughter, the situation
“I pray that son-of-a-bitch rushes home to his dying father today. At least I’ll be certain that he will definitely be somebody else’s son-in-law.” Mario clearly hated Tony’s guts. “I wonder what Moira saw in that brat.”“Enough about Tony; we have more important things to work out. And we don’t have much time before word about Moira and Angelo starts going around. What do we do about Paulo; what do we tell him and his family?” Isabella quickly changed the subject.“OK, before we talk about what we tell Paulo, I want to know if you knew anything about this Tony boy’s existence in Moira’s life.” Mario said, sitting on the edge of the seat next to his wife.“I most certainly didn’t… well, not the fact that they were seriously dating. She told me he was just a friend from college who had just come to town for a few weeks.
Precisely at 7:30PM, Paulo De Luca’s flight finally touched down at the airport. Having had a very successful business trip abroad, Paulo was in high spirits. His mood was perfectly complemented by the company he had on the plane; three college girls who just happened to be on the same flight, recognised and invited him for a friendly chat.The innocent fun that the four had during the entire two-hour flight made it seem like it lasted just a few minutes.Paulo, the son of Luke De Luka and considered the city’s most eligible bachelor, had done well to take advantage of his father’s nationwide popularity as the most upright businessman. The De Lucas definitely were not amoung the richest of the city but Luke’s reputation had clearly set the stage for Paulo to become very rich and famous at a young age.As expected in a community where the tradition of arranged marriages was celebrated, Paulo was li
“Luke, you of all people should know how Angelo operates. You know exactly what’s going to happen to me, Isabella and perhaps even Moira if we so much as try to pull the plug on the deal we made with Angelo.” Isabella exclaimed suggestively, hoping to persuade Luke to reconsider his stance.“I get it that you are afraid for your family, Isabella; you too Mario. But have you stopped to think about how Moira is feeling right now? You know how much she loathes Angelo; and then you had to make her go and stay with that madman… how could you?” Paulo responded angrily.“We explained the situation to Moira; she understands we have no choice and neither does she. This is an extraordinary situation which none of us could have avoided. We didn’t plan this and I hope you can understand how difficult this is for us, Paulo.” Mario negotiated.“It almost sounds to me that yo
Tony’s phone rang just as he left the Viscoli residence. He didn’t recognize the calling number but his sixth sense told him not to ignore it. After the infuriating encounter with Moira’s father, Tony was not in the best mood to make reasonable conversation. “Tony… is that you… Tony Scott?” the voice on the other end said as soon as Tony picked up the call. “Yes, who’s this?” Tony asked, half expecting it to be someone calling about his father. “It’s Ben… from the chapel. You have to meet me right now about the favour you asked of me earlier. I can’t say much on the phone, OK? I’m texting you an address, be there A.S.A.P; I’m there right now and waiting.” The phone went dead before Tony could say anything; but he was not the least bit angry at Ben for hanging up on him. All of Tony’s angry emotions from before quickly dissipated and were replaced by a sudden rush of joy. Something about Ben’s call gave him renewed hope for a miraculous solution just when he was starting to consider
Entering Angelo Manzini’s estate was reminiscent of a certain scene from the old movie Blood Diamonds which captured the heavily guarded conflict diamond fields in Africa. Moira had never seen so many armed security guards in real life, at anyone’s residence; not even the president’s. It was like they were entering some kind of bandit army base. At first she tried counting the guards but she lost count before the car went past the entrance. The guns scared her; and she wondered if she would be able to sleep at all for the next six months. Moira certainly didn’t need anyone to convince her that the next half year was likely going to be the worst in her entire life. All the way from the chapel, nobody spoke a word. Angelo’s phone had rung a couple of times but he ignored it before switching it off altogether. Moira expected him to say something… anything… even if it was just to pretend to make her mind a little settled. But Angelo just sat