"BE GOOD TO Grandma, alright?" I said to Jake as I bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.
"He is always good, aren't you?" Mother came out to let Jake in, she hugged him close. I have always believed that she spoilt him. Then she looked at me with concerned eyes and said, "You look troubled…""I'm worried about how much inconvenience I am to you," I said."Nonsense," She snapped. "And that is not what I am talking about. You have eye bags underneath your eyes. Is everything alright?"I nodded and pecked my mother's cheeks before hurrying away. "Bye, mum. I'll be here at 5." Then I hurried into my old sedan and drove away.I knew if I spent any more time there, my mother would know just what was on my mind.The truth was, I had lain awake for almost throughout the night, Marcus's words resounded in my head and even though I refused to admit it to myself, he was right that I would want more than a kiss. I hated the hold that Marcus still had over me.I sped back to the house where my colleague, Laura, was waiting. We had the job of taking care of the reception of the wedding of a big family downtown. It was our biggest contract for the past 6 months and we were determined to make the best out of it.Laura was also my best friend so the business went along smoothly between the both of us."Does she know?" Laura threw the question at me as soon as I entered the kitchen and started packing my hair into a cap."Know what?" I asked, feigning innocence. I tucked every strand of my hair into the cap and reached for the apron."That your ex-husband and baby daddy gave you butterflies in your belly and made you lie awake for most of the night," Laura said, leaning her ample hips against a counter.I threw my best friend a glance but did not reply. Laura got the drift and also did not push the subject any further. We went about cooking and baking the meals for the wedding.A few hours later, we were done with all. I looked at the creations and felt my heart swell with pride. "We have to be there at the service," I muttered. "We need to blow flames over those ones at the last minute."Laura sighed. "I figured as much, that's why I brought a dress."I chuckled. "You wanted to go to the wedding anyway."Laura gave a mischievous grin and winked. "Well, now. We have a perfect reason to be there."With the help of some employed hands, we loaded the different meals carefully into the back of Laura's van before we went to dress up for the big event.~ ~ ~MARCUS SAT AT his table, gently sipping on a glass of scotch and waiting for his wife Melissa to be done with her preparation.He had finished dressing up over an hour ago but was still waiting for his wife."Another glass," He muttered to a servant standing near the door. The servant hurried to refill his cup.Finally, he heard her steps as she came down the steps. He looked as she approached. She was very beautiful, he admitted it to himself, so what was it that made him unattractive to her? He often asked himself.He took her hand and kissed it. "The waiting was worth it," He said.She smiled genuinely and allowed herself to be led out to their luxury car where the driver was waiting."The whole family is at the party already," He muttered to his wife. Melissa chuckled and said, "Well, we are also headed there now, are we not?""We are," Marcus agreed. "When it is almost over. I might not even get to pay tribute to the groom.""I'm sure your cousin has done all that for you," Mellisa waved it off. "All you have to do is get there, nod your head to a few people, pretend like you enjoy the meal, and leave."Marcus snorted. "I'm sure you have been to tons of this."Melissa chucked.This was the longest lighthearted conversation they have had in a long while. Over the years they've been married, one would have expected that they would grow to love each other, but they had not."We are here, sir," the driver said through the intercom. The car cruised to a stop and a server opened the door.Marcus buttoned his jacket and stepped out into the flashing arrays of cameras. He reached in to take his wife's hand and help her out.They both posed for the camera and media before walking into the reception hall.The hall was filled with different billionaires. Marcus glanced around and noted the gathering of his family. He and Melissa walked over."I see you finally made it," Julian said, laughing. He handed Marcus a glass of champagne."How late are we?" Marcus asked."I doubt your absence was noticed," Julian said. "Hello dear Mellissa," He greeted, pecking her cheek.Waiters flitted amongst the distinguished guests holding trays containing flutes of champagnes. Marcus looked around the room and noted different families, they were rival families but this was a peaceful affair, as long as no one tried to be a hero, they were going to be fine.It was the wedding of the first son of the Martell family, and they were a very respected family in New York.Marcus could remember his wedding to Mellisa like it was just yesterday even though it had been 5 years ago. His heart was still wrenched for Olivia, but his sense of duty overpowered his love."Did you hear that, Marcus?" Vittorio's voice brought Marcus back to the present.He shook his head and turned to see that the whole table was staring at him. "Sorry," He shook his head. "I was thinking about, uh, my mind was distracted." He sipped his glass of champagne.Vittorio leaned over and whispered, "You can't let your guard down in a place like this."Marcus nodded. "It won't happen again.""Your father was saying that a lieutenant told him about the arrival of some Italian mob," Julian said.Marcus shrugged. "So? The Martells are also deeply rooted in Italy."The men at the table raised an eyebrow and looked at Marcus like they could not believe what their boss was saying. Marcus sighed and stood up, "I need to use the bathroom."They all watched him walk away unsteadily.The truth was that Marcus's mind was wandering to Olivia. This wedding was as arranged as his was, and it only made him nostalgic for what he missed in his life, like Olivia.He walked to the jack of the hall and pushed through a small door. He bumped through some short men in suits."Watch it, pandejo," One of the men snarled in a thick French accent.Marcus ignored and went to the basin to sprinkle some water on his face. After taking in deep breaths to regulate his breathing, he walked out through the back door, ignoring the party in the hall.He sat on a chair and brought out his cigar from his pocket.He spent some minutes smoking and reminiscing deeply about his present life and what to do about the growing ache that seeing Olivia yesterday gave him.At the same moment that his brain registered the fact that he was sitting in a secluded area outside a hall filled with rival families, he heard the door open and light footsteps approaching.His mind immediately went into alert mode and he dipped his hand into his inner pocket to bring out his ever-present brass knuckles. He fixed his fingers on the brass weapon and stood up quietly, whoever it was that wanted to take him by surprise, would be taken by surprise.He calculated his moves in his head, if there were more than one assailant, he would try and get one as a hostage and leverage to get himself out, he walked as quietly as a cat to the corner and whipped around, grabbing the person by the hand and pinning it to the wall."M-marcus?"His eyes were blinded with adrenaline that he had not noticed that it was a woman he was pinning against the wall. His eyes cleared and he stared into the soft brown eyes of... Olivia."Is this real?" He whispered, thinking that it was a figment of his imagination."You're hurting me," she said squirming slightly.He softened his hold but did not release her hand. "What are you doing here?" He asked. His eyes ran down her body, noting her dress. "Are you the date of one of the scums in the party?" His eyes darkened and his voice deepened."What?" Olivia asked. "No, and what I am doing here is none of your business. Will you let me go now?" She tried to free herself from his iron grip.Marcus pinned both her hands with one of his and let his other hand run over her side. He took a deep breath and lowered his head, he still could not believe that the subject of his imagination was here in his grip, and she had stopped squirming too.His free hand went around her waist and pulled her closer, he looked into her eyes and felt himself get lost in the deep brown pools."Fucking hell," He muttered and lowered his lips to meet hers. His lips were less than an inch from hers when a clearing of the made him pause. He turned to see Melissa standing a few yards behind him."Fucking hell," He cursed again under his breath.I HEAVED A sigh of mixed feelings. I ached for Marcus's touch and kiss but I knew nothing good was going to come out of it and resented him for it, so I was both grateful and ungrateful for the interruption. "Fucking hell," He muttered under his breath. I could perceive the aroma of the cigar he had been smoking as his breath fanned my lips. I squirmed away from his grasp and stepped aside. I looked up at the source of the cough, and the coldness from the hazel eyes that stared back at me almost made me stagger. The stunning gorgeous woman stood with an air of impudence as she stared daggers at me. Who was this? I asked myself. Marcus turned slowly. He had a smug smile plastered to his lips as he walked to the woman. "Vittorio was worried about your whereabouts," She said. "And as YOUR WIFE, I was sent to bring you back." She raised her voice slightly and flashed me a glance when she said the two words. His wife? I could not believe my ears. I cleared my throat in an attempt t
THE FOLLOWING WEEK passed in a blur. The family was occupied. Some strange Italians had been found scouting a company owned by the Salvatore family, so Marcus had been sent to deal with the issue. The Giovannis, who were a big mafia family in Italy had found out that Marcus Salvatore was behind the death of one of the sons, for that, Marcus had been protected heavily wherever he went for the past 2 weeks. It was overwhelming for him, but he knew that it was necessary. He had been at one of their offices in the commercial district of town, going over the numbers and amount of money in and going out of the company. He wanted to be sure they were not being ripped off by any employee. That was an offense punishable by death. He sighed as he looked at the papers on the desk. "I should not be doing this," he muttered to himself. He was cranky. After the incident with Olivia, his wife has been giving him a tough time and silent treatment. And he ached for Olivia. His phone rang, cutt
I THOUGHT I had seen the last of Marcus Salvatore after that wedding event, but it seemed like I saw him everywhere and in everything in my daily life. I saw his cold, blue eyes in the eyes of the mailman. I saw his bold confident gait in the walk of my next-door neighbor, and I thought I was running mad when I looked for my son in the park and saw him talking with Marcus. I restrained the urge to walk ahead briskly and snatch my son from Marcus's hold, instead, I stood back and watched them. They looked like how an ideal father and son should look like. On close inspection, one could see the similarities between the two of them, I felt bad for withholding the information that Jake was Marcus's son, but I felt justified because, after all, it was Marcus's family that threw me out and refused me a chance to break the news. After their meeting at the park, Jake had become even happier. I did not want to ask him what they had spoken about, because I preferred not to know. It's the w
MARCUS PRESSED THE gas pedal and weaved through the traffic. He could feel the pressure building in his head as he drove in. He was blinded with anger and a strange streak of jealousy at Joe. He considered sending Àngel Mario, one of his most trusted men, to "take care" of Joe. By "take care" He meant to kill and make the body vanish. He smiled at the thought but turned to look at the bright happy look on Jake and he calmed down. He did not know what it was about this kid that always calmed him down and was very familiar, and with his wife gone for some impromptu visit to her family house, Marcus knew there was no better time to spend some good time with the kid than now. He knew his wife would notaproe of their outing. "Where do you want to go?" Marcus asked as Jake pressed his face out the window to watch the buildings wheeze past with speed. The little kid seemed to be having the time of his life just being in such a fancy car and feeling the air-conditioner blast his face. Mar
MELISSA SAT ALONE at a table in the restaurant underneath her hotel. She had told her husband's family that she was going to visit with her family for a while, but that was a lie. She was feeling choked up, staying in the Salvatore's estate like that, and Marcus had started acting up but seeing him with Olivia Bennett had been the last straw that broke the camel's back. She knew she had to take a break and stay away for a while or else she would bring out the Mafia part of her blood and that might result in a family war. "A cup of coffee, please," She told a passing waitress. Mellissa continued to mull over her situation as she waited for the waitress. Melissa had first heard the name "Olivia Bennet" after the family meeting where she was told that she was going to marry a guy she had never seen before, and although she had prepared herself for it, it still came as a shock.All her life, she had been trained in the art of ruthless killing, martial arts, and tactical planning. Her
I SAT BACK on the park bench, watching Jake ride his bike in circles. He would fall, and stand back up with a wide smile on his face. I quelled my motherly instinct to stop him from hurting himself but he is a boy, and he was as energetic as his father, even though he was just 6 years old. I did not like the budding relationship between Jake and his unknowing father, and to make matters worse, Marcus introduced Jake to his grandfather, and they had taken a liking to each other. According to Jake, the last visit was very interesting. Old Nonno had taught him many things while Marcus went to buy him a bike. He was even learning Italian now, and he calls Vittorio by the Italian term of grandfather. It was like the Salvatores knew that Jake was Marcus's child and they were just bidding their time before she snatched him away, but that was not possible. He waved at me to catch my attention and flashed me a toothy grin before pedaling the bike, weaving through other playing children. H
"DO NOT DIE in Italy, you hear me?" Vittorio said as he and Marcus walked out of the mansion. It was the day of traveling already. "If I do, my blood would be on your head," Marcus muttered. Vittorio chuckled and said, "I know you won't die. You are a full blooded Salvatore, and you have Julian with you." Marcus scoffed. He watched their servants stuff his luggage into the back of the waiting limousine. "Don't call me when you get to Italy," Vittorio said. "I won't pick." "I wasn't going to call you," Marcus snorted. "I would rather spend my time hanging out with that kid you brought around last week. What was his name and who are his parents?" Marcus chuckled and got into the limousine. Before he closed the door, he looked up at his father and said, "If I die in Italy, I guess you would never know the child." The car pulled away from the driveway, leaving Vittorio standing at the front of his mansion. "You are giving your father a hard time," Julian said, handing Marcus a flut
MARCUS STOOD UP and stretched from the hammock. The waiting was wearing him out. He put on his sunshades and sauntered to the edge of the porch. "Enjoying the view, hm?" Julian called from behind. Marcus turned and flashed him a fake smile. Julian was on a chaise lounge chair with two young half-naked models by his side. "It's been two days, Julian," Marcus said. "Two days and still not a word from Giovanni. Not what he wants. No attempts in our lives. Nothing. It's almost like we are on vacation!" "Hmm…" Julian blew out on his cigar. "What are we still doing here?" Marcus snarled. "I don't know about you, but I am enjoying myself here," He cupped the ass of the model on his left side. "And hey, look at you. Looking tan as ever. You look like a Greek god," Marcus scoffed. But Julian was right. He was also enjoying himself here, and his tan looked great. The wind blew on his open t-shirt, ruffling it as he stood on the balcony overlooking the beach. He glanced at his phone, he