"Vicenzo"
He's here? How come? Did... Did Gordon tell him that I'm going to meet Gian?
I was about to advance a step towards him despite my stiffened posture when suddenly Gianni grab my arm forbidding me to take even just a single step that made me turn my head on him.
Puzzled with what he did. I tilt my head.
"What are you doing?" I scolded him silently trying to snatched his hand away from me but his grip tighten more earning a low groan of protest from me.
"Gianni!" I exclaimed but he just glare at me sharply.
I was about to pulled my arm from his grip when suddenly Vicenzo held my wrist gently and snatched my arm away from Gian.
His familiar manly perfume invade my nostrils causing my face to crinkle. I thought he stop using perfume?
Despite with the tension around me, I can't help but to complain as I irritatingly look at Vicenzo who's standing in front of me facing his back.
"Vicenzo" I called him but then he pull
"Do not move" I whisper while carefully pressing the coton with alcohol exactly at the corner of his lower lip.He hissed and groan softly so I immediately put away the cotton from him and I start blowing his wound. My goodness, he's such a baby."Stop complaining, it's just a small cut" I said examining the cut on his lower lip.It's not that bad though. Compared Giann- Gianni's wound is much alarming. I can still recall the blood on Gianni's nose. I hope someone is treating his wound right now and he's not overthinking about what happen.I know he's going to ask an explanation about it. And thinking about that possibility makes my head throbbed. I don't know how to explain everything to him."I'm not complaining" Vicenzo replied in low voice that dragged me back to my senses.Really huh? I furrowed my brows not believing him."You were groaning in pain" I point out in stoic face.I stilled when he suddenly chuckle and s
"You don't have a rest day mia signora?"My forehead creased. Rest day?"Yesterday" I answer Calcifer in a matter of fact tone.Yes he's with me. Gordon is on the driver seat silently driving and Calcifer is on the passenger seat throwing me a series of questions.Obviously we're heading to Zeneca Ballet. We're actually almost there."How long is your class today?" He inquire again causing the creased of my forehead deepen.He's been asking a lot since this morning. Aren't he tired? As far as I know, Vicenzo is on a meeting right now regarding the new business proposal and he supposed to be there because he's a lawyer."Seven hours to be exact. Today is Monday" I replied emphasizing the date today.I saw him nod his head so I shrugged my shoulder. I check my wrist watch and after a couple of minutes the car halted in front of Zeneca Ballet. Finally.I unfasten my seatbelt and was about to open the door beside me when Cal
"So this is where you work" I stated while roaming around his huge office.It's actually bigger than our room. It's more like a size of the main living room of his mansion. His table is on the center just like the usual set up with two chairs in front facing each other. The glass wall behind his table is what really caught my attention. Because it was so fascinating seeing the clear blue sky and the whole city.While the left side of his office, there is a long light shade of gray sofa and two single sofa along with the center table. There are glass cabinets on every corners. The simplicity and elegance of his office looks exactly the same with our room. Even the color combination."Do you like it here?" He ask in monotonous tone.I stop looking around and turn my gaze on Vicenzo. I wasn't surprise when I saw him staring at me because he's been staring at me since we came here."No, I prefer to stay in the dance studio than here" I honestly replied
"Does Romano Zeneca finds out what happen?""Romano huh? That's rude man hahaha""One more unnecessary remark. I'll cut that tongue of yours""Ahem, I already inform Zeneca's household about what happen. Mr. Romano Zeneca is still in Berlin right now, he's oblivious about what happen""Let's just inform him once he arrive. How was the investigation?""We saw this card inside your office Boss. We didn't find the flower, but it definitely came from Cypress. Their logo was on the paper and the bacio della morte line""Chiedono di essere uccisi. Poi li brucerò vivi, cazzo""How was Svanna by the way-""I told you fucker not to call my wife like that!""Oh come on Vicenzo my friend, mia signora's name is Svanna. What do you want me to call her?""Your grave is still open Silviso. Address my wife properly or I'll bury you alive"I slowly open my eyes hearing those murmurs somewhere, the familiar voice of V
It was said that a ballerina will die twice. First is when their legs and feet stop dancing and second is when their heart stop to beat for life. I always heard that from my mother, she said that she rather die than to experience not dancing at all just because her legs give up already before she could even retire. That was actually my mindset too. As a ballerina who dream to become Odette, dancing is my life. Dancing is the one who brought me to this.But after I got shot experiencing a life and death situation, I realize that death was fearful just like not dancing at all. The feeling of being stuck in the dark, shouting for help but no one can heared you, crying but no tears came out from your eyes and worst is regret. Regret that you only realized when you were close to dying is really terrifying.At that moment when I felt that my consciousness is slowly leaving me and darkness wanted to take over, I was so scared. I was so scared because I was alone, I was so sca
"What's with you Gordon? Are you sick?" Irritatingly hissed while sitting on the hospital bed leaning my back on the headrest of the bed."When did you received the card that you mentioned to me?" He ask instead which made me creased my forehead."What's the big deal with that card?" I confusingly question him."Your safety, young lady" he seriously replied.I tilted my head staring at his straight looking face. He look so serious, serious than his usual facial reaction.My face turn stoic as my lips form into thin line."Is that card a threat?" I hesitantly ask him.I gulp while staring at Gordon intently wanting to understand everything. I am analyzing the situation, him and his actions.I shook my head and puff out a breath when he didn't answer me."The day when I got shot, I saw it inside my locker with a small star shape flower" I narrated trying to remember what exactly happen that day before Vicenzo came to pick
"S-Saint?" I tap his left cheek lightly but he just groan softly not wanting to be disturb "Did you hear me ?" I ask referring to what I said a while ago. "I was serious about that" I added."You're thinking too much wife" he whisper in monotonous voice.I puckered my lips with what he said. Of course he will say that. He will divert my thoughts. I mentally sigh and just pressed my lips together.All married couple experience this kind of barrier. If noise is consider as a barrier, silence is much worse because it leads into misunderstanding. Married couple, its either they married because they love each other or they were just force to do it also experience like this. There are things that we intend to keep to ourselves only, things that we think not necessary to be discussed between you and your partner forgetting the fact that marriage is not just bonded by law, love or promise but also with trust.But in our case, I understand him. I understand if he
"Did your father hurt you?" Vicenzo ask in modulated voice that made me glance at him while sitting here in the backseat just beside me.My brows furrowed and I bent down my head to look at his face clearly making sure that I wasn't mistaken when I saw him clenched his jaw as if he is controlling his anger.He's angry?"Why would Dad hurt me?" I ask back instead of answering no ignoring his clenching jaw.My father will never hurt me physically. I am certain with that."Because you were stubborn" he hissed and trained his eyes on me.I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. I am indeed stubborn, but that's not enough reason for Dad to hurt me physically. Could someone do that?"Dad will never hurt me physically" I sigh when the reaction of his face didn't change.He still look strict and snob with his raised eyebrow."Good. Because I will never spare him once he lay his finger on you even though he's your father" he hissed