Merda, merda, merda. The servants rush out of the room. Santo grabs his plate and leaves the table without being asked. He even starts to laugh in his throat and gives me a stern look. "Thanks for the pancakes, Lulu." Matteo gives me a sad smile and grabs his plate in turn. "Grazie, Lulu." * * * I don't have time to realize what's happening when I find myself lying down with my back on the table. I cry out of surprise when Elio pulls me abruptly towards him, holding me firmly by the hips. Elio stands over me and calmly loosens his tie before coming to rest his closed fists on either side of my face. I hate my body's reaction. My heart is pounding. I feel no fear. Just excitement. Only the satisfaction of having Elio's attention all to myself. I have to get out of here. Elio comes and caresses my cheek with the tip of his nose. Then he bites my ear and releases it as soon as he hears me mo
It's been a week that I've been living like a voluntary prisoner within the luxurious walls of the villa. I spend my days arranging Henry's schedules, checking and processing the company's emails to keep the company running. It breaks my heart to admit it. But the outside world is still spinning without my presence. Elio is already awake. He had to get up early this morning to answer a phone call. I don't need to ask to know where he is. The answer is obvious: the office. So I take the time to get dressed. Elio left the office so quickly that he didn't have time to prepare the outfit he wanted me to wear today. I feel bold. It's as if the simple act of finally being able to choose my clothes gives me back the freedom I thought I had lost. I dare to be provocative. After putting on my makeup, I choose a "masculine" office outfit and put on a pair of black high-waisted palazzo pants. Then, I opt for a white lace blouse that I tuck into my pants. Sin
Elio squeezes my waist a little tighter as soon as the door is closed. Then he puts his index finger against his lips to signal me to be quiet. Then he leans over to the multi-button handset, presses a button, and puts it on speaker to make sure I can hear the conversation. "What can I do for you, Don Elio?" I cringe as I recognize the man's voice on the other end of the line. Elio grabs one of my strands of hair and twirls it between his fingers. "My wife, Lucia, currently owns an apartment. Sell it to the highest bidder," he orders coldly before placing a kiss on my shoulder and closing his eyes. I am stunned. For the first time in my life, I don't know how Elio will react. At the other end of the receiver, I hear the keyboard keys of a computer being furiously tapped. "Ah. Yes, Don Elio. But... there's going to be a problem." Elio abruptly opens his eyes and looks at me with the indecipherable air of his family men. "What problem? I want this ap
We finally arrive in front of Trattoria Andrea. I have become accustomed to having lunch there at least once a week. Dino, the owner, is a family friend and has always made us feel at home in his restaurant. Trattoria Andrea is a charming little Italian family restaurant. It's a red brick building with green and white blinds decorated with hanging flower pots and planters in the front. The interior is simple and charming. The furniture in the room is made of light wood, and the seats are dressed in red leather upholstery. The tables have a white tablecloth spread over them and a small bouquet placed in a glass yogurt pot. This place is a cocoon. The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, and I'm surprised I've never had breakfast here despite working two blocks away all these years. A young woman with light brown hair cut into a bob wipes a few coffee cups with a white towel. Her tired eyes light up when she sees me. "The Madonna! Lulu!" I sm
I shove my hands deep into my coat pockets as I walk out of La Trattoria Andrea. I can't help but smile slightly. The cold morning air cools my lungs, and my skin is still warm from the cotton atmosphere of the small family restaurant. My heels hit the floor, an unheard melody of every day, reminding me that I am free to go wherever I want today. In front of the people who quickly move aside, I don't need to ask to know who is standing behind me. I can see Santo's menacing shadow looming ahead with every additional step I take. So I stop, but I don't even bother to turn around to speak to him: "You could have stayed in the Trattoria again. You could have enjoyed your time there and talked to Didi a little more." I feel Santo standing beside me. He lights one of those cigars and blows the smoke to the side. "Elio gave the order that I should not let you out of my sight for a moment. "Tell me...," I ask him as I start walking again. "What?" "How long have you liked our nationa
Quite frankly, I didn't need to share this information with him. But seeing the Santo Ganovese get all worked up is incredibly funny. "She accepts tips from that stronzo?" he almost starts shouting as he reaches out with an indignant hand in the direction Henry has taken. "Exactly." "Why?" I cringe at his question and feel like openly mocking him. "I don't know, maybe because Henry tells her directly at the register that she can keep the change, and he doesn't make her run out into the cold street so he can say that to her." "He's a weakling." The Madonna! How hard it is to keep from laughing! "A rich weakling," I retort. The Ganovese are the biggest fortune in the state. "Polite, kind, helpful, thoughtful..." I list. "Rubbish. Is this the kind of politeness that appeals to women?" "Maybe so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Santo kicked one of the hall cha
He just nods, a sad smile on his lips: "He's the love of your life, Lucia. I'm no one to tell you what to feel or not. And, besides, if he's as handsome as the specimen currently in the waiting room, that's got to be pretty good for accepting reclusion." I immediately glare at him, and he raises his hands to the sky as a sign of peace. "Oops, I said too much," he says before pretending to zip his lips. I nod: "I love Elio more than anything on this earth." "I know, sweetie." "He agreed to let me go out today and go home." "And it's great to have you in the flesh today, Lucia. What else, my beauty?" "The sex is fantastic." Henry half chokes on a sip of coffee and has to put a hand to his lips to stifle his laughter. "Okay, Lucia. Good for you." "But..." "Ah... the but I was waiting for!" "He wants to sell my apartment.""Ah... yes, sir needs to be in constant control." "Santo has to be on my back all
A heavy silence has settled between us. My laughing in the kitchen was over. I should have remained in control and not let my guard down. But it's impossible. Elio makes me forget everything. His simple presence fills my life with unspeakable joy. I am like a drug addict in rehab who is offered a stick... Just for one night. And my body, my mind, and my heart are plunging back into addiction. Elio takes a step back and looks at my outfit with contempt. He opens one of the drawers on the island that separates my kitchen from my living room and takes out a long meat knife. Of course, he does. He must have already opened and searched everything before I arrived. This is part and parcel of Elio's life. Control. Perfect control over everything and for everything. No one escapes him—even me. I was able to live away from him for three years. It was never easy, and I stopped counting the number of times I had to slap myself in the face