LUCREZIA
“This is my fault isn’t it?” Letizia mumbled beneath her breath and I heard her perfectly fine.“No, it’s not like that,” I immediately regretted my words. I don’t her to feel this way, I don’t want her to blame herself for my decision.Even though one of the reasons why I wanted to marry was to protect her from a loveless marriage, it doesn’t really mattered much because I love Pietro too anyway.I have higher chances of being happy in a married life than Letizia. Life still had too much to offer for her and I can’t rob her of her innocence and freedom when she’s just about to experience life.I noticed how Letizia’s jaw clenched as she fidgeted with her fingers. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled an apology.“Why? This was my decision. I could have chose otherwise but I chose to do this,” I tried to lift up her spirits even though she feels disconnected from me.“If it wasn’t for me, would you have chosen to handle the business instead?” She finallLUCREZIAI never thought that preparing for an engagement party would be as hectic as preparing for an actual wedding. I wish I was preparing for the wedding day instead. The thought that I will have to do all of this again after our engagement party for the wedding day already makes me feel tired.Don’t get me wrong, I want to get married. I am excited to get married, but preparing for a wedding is something I’m sure that no one would be excited about.It’s a task that is harder than preparing for the bar exams..I wish I could just skip through the preparation process and jump to the day where I’m about to walk down the aisle. However, I couldn’t and I’m stuck in doing all this arduous process.What’s making me feel more angry about this situation was that Pietro was never here to help me with the preparation process. He wasn’t there when we were trying to decide about the theme and motif of our engagement party, he wasn’t there when we are thinking of the design for the invitations
PIETROPericles is driving the car today instead of my usual driver because no one must know the places where I’m going today and the things I have planned to do. As much as possible, no one must know that I’m out in the streets so no one would think anything suspicious. I need to limit my trail especially that I’m going to places that I have no business with, and I have to do things that a person in my position mustn’t do.Pericles knows me, he knows my life and everything that goes within my head even. Hiding secrets from him would be impossible. Luckily, he is my greatest friend and the only person I could fully trust because he knows a lot about me, and he understands me.My phone buzzed in my pocket, even though it’s in silent mode, it rang loudly inside the enclosed vehicle because we were too silent.Pericles glanced at me over his shoulder, distracted by the sound of my phone.I’m sitting at the front seat beside him instead of sitting behind wh
PIETROAndrei… How long was it since I uttered and heard that name?I swallowed hard, my hand curling into a fist, crumpling the straight bill of money that I was holding as I watched the lady write my name on the cup.Andrei, it read.“How about you sir?” The lady asked Pericles beside me interrupting me from my thoughts. I stepped back in short surprise and turned to look at Pericles, pretending that my mind was not distracted for a moment, but judging by the way he looks at me, I know he knew.“Same with him,” Pericles muttered curtly and stared at me with concern.I immediately broke eye contact with him and faced the lady once again not wanting to talk about it.I watched as the lady wrote his name and order on his cup until my gaze landed on my hand curled into a fist, squeezing out the dollar.I relaxed my hand and shifted on my position. I haven’t noticed that I was being too obvious about it.I breathed out softly to calm my nerves as I try to hide the slight disturbance in
PIETROI don’t know what I should do with this guy. We came all the way here because he said that he had something that could help us, but all that he’s giving us was bullshit and things that we already know.He even dared to feed us unbacked rumors. Who does he think is he talking to? I shouldn’t have taken him seriously. “We did not come here to hear rumors.” I bit back my anger, knowing that it will only attract us unnecessary attention to yell at this guy. “Those weren’t rumors, it’s true. Rumors don’t start out of nowhere unless something had really happened. The whole ordeal was suspicious.” I reached for the dark chocolate tea I ordered and mixed it with the straw. He is saying that Eros actually killed his father and brother, if that was true, then no one could trace his deed back to him. A man like Eros can do a job properly. Killing would be a piece of cake to him and no one would be able to point out the connection of murder to him. A man like Eros who had all the con
PIETRO“I see,” my mouth slightly twitched as I finally see the great opportunity that is presented upon me. I leaned back on my chair, thinking about his words carefully, not sure if I must believe him or not. Maybe this is just one of the rumors circulating about Eros again and I just haven’t heard about this one. I see no reason why Eros would do such a thing. Changing a long time family tradition? Doing businesses behind the commission’s back? That wasn’t only dangerous and risky, it’s highly unnecessary too.Was he only exaggerating things about Eros so I’d believe him, or is Eros really capable of going to such extent?I’ve met Eros many times and he seems like a normal guy. In fact he is the most relaxed among all of us Dons. I always perceived him as a young and most inexperienced Don among us and I’m sure the other Dons think so too.The Cassianos is the third most influential family among the five crime families. Everyone was just waiting for
PIETRO“Are you sure that is the right address?” I asked Calvin and grabbed the written address on Pericles hand.Pericles was taken aback by what I did, making him look up at me in surprise. I stared on the written address on the table napkin instead, affirming me that I had heard Calvin correctly. “This can’t be the right address,” I frowned and looked back at Calvin who looked very serious. “That’s the place where it happened. I went there at nighttime.”“There’s no way you can store victims inside this place.” I placed the table napkin on the table and pushed it back to his direction. He picked it up and read the written address. “I swear this is where it all happened.” He pushed back the address to me and raised his arms momentarily in form of surrender.While staring squarely to his face, I took back the table napkin and turned my attention back to the written address once again as if it holds the answer to my question.The thing is, thi
PIETROI slowed down and made a turn towards the docks, exiting the highway. I’m not sure if the car is allowed here. All I see were workers in their brown jumpsuit uniforms walking at the sides.Their heads turned to my direction, curious to see a car driving in. I tried to take a peek on their faces, that is shadowed by their blue caps. It was scorching hot but they were wearing long sleeved uniforms with only their caps to shield themselves from the direct sunlight.All of them looked at me instinctively as I drove past them. None of them stopped me from going in.I pressed on the gas pedal even harder and sped off to where the warehouse is located since no one bothered to stop me. I guess everyone is allowed to enter as they please. Everything looks normal around here. The place is highly unsuspicious that no one would have guessed that there is an illegal business going on in here. Everywhere you look, all you’ll see were uniformed personnel doin
EROS CASSIANO“That son of a bitch,” I chuckled lightly in a whisper when I opened the images sent to me.It was a stolen shot of Pietro poking around the warehouse all by himself. I received a couple random stolen shots of him searching around the warehouse with his poor disguise. I smirked and leaned back on my leather chair in amusement. I scrolled back and forth between pictures, staring at his face, feeling like a cat playing with a cornered mouse. Oh how lucky I am that he walked right into a trap. I was just thinking of what I should do with him, yet he already gave me the answer. I wasn’t planning to rush his death, but he is already knocking on death’s door.I locked my phone, then softly placed it on the table and sighed. I pulled my coat closer around my torso and stood up to stare at the beautiful sight of the clouds outside. As always, Pietro continues to amaze me with how he is always a step ahead all the other Dons. However, he is