~VITTORIA~Immediately, I heard the sound of footsteps and two things colliding like a fist to the face and a thud to the floor followed. At this point, my racing heart had stopped, and I was just standing in front of the door like a statue, not knowing what to do. The hotness I started to feel flowing through my veins was taking over, and I was starting to feel this little pressure in my head. Why wasn't Roman denying anything North was saying? Was this what he was doing this whole time? Playing with me? Getting me to open up to him? To trust him? To love him? I heard some coughing, "What was the other thing too, hit it until you get bored? So how did it feel inside her huh?" North asked and the punches continued. I felt the tears starting to well up in my eyes and from my hand, the strap of my clutch slipped out, making my clutch fall to the ground. Every thought I had been pushing down and every doubt I had been ignoring were all fighting right now to come to the surface. Ever
~VITTORIA~My thoughts did not stop jumbling together after North visited the previous day. And even as I lay on Roman's chest the next morning, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to ask him about it. I knew I had grown to trust him no matter what. Or so I thought. Because now, at the very bottom of my heart, I was feeling a cold fragile sense of doubt, which seemed to be growing more sturdy as the time went by.I pretended to be fine though, swallowing down the bitter taste of my suspicions and acted like every normal day; greeting him with the morning kisses just like we did every morning, having breakfast together and even going to work together, with him dropping me off first. And promised to pick me up whenever I was done.I texted Gio immediately to get my car from the house since I would be needing it later in the day and called on Nicole to get me the paperwork and updates for the day. If anything, I needed to get my mind occupied to prevent it from drowning in my though
~VITTORIA~My phone buzzed relentlessly and I hissed, turning to look at it, checking the caller's ID. Uncle Quinto's name sat on the screen, for the fourth time in the day. I turned the phone down, ignoring him yet again. I knew what he was calling for, to apologise and to ask if I was okay, but I didn't think I wanted to hear those words at the moment, at least not from him. It wasn't that I was mad at him, but I don't know, I just didn't feel like it. I was home alone for the day. Roman had gone to the nightclub as he said he had lots of work to cover up for since he had not gone in the past two days. And the reason why he had not gone was because he had wanted to stay with me and keep me safe, ensuring I was not thinking about Robert or Tiziano or anybody and that I was mentally relaxed before he left me on my own. In the past two days, he had made sure I got whatever I wanted, he spoiled me with lots of gifts, new outfits, bags, jewelries, perfumes and flowers. He made me food
~VITTORIA ~Tiziano slammed a clenched fist on his thigh. "You know the rule of killing a Soldato in the Costa Nostra. Don't you?"Roman who seemed unbothered, shrugged dismissively. "A head for a head, isn't it?" He let go of my hand and pointed to Diego, "That's my consigliere. You can take his head even though he outranks that common Soldato. But I assure you, before anyone even gets to take two steps further, they would be beside Robert at the furnace gates.""Argentero!" Tiziano roared and I could see his eyes bulging from their socket, on the verge of popping out and his hands trembling from anger. His face was glowing red now and his lips pressed against themselves that they were almost turning white.Uncle Quinto stood up, "Mr Argentero, you're threatening a Don right now." He cautioned. "I'm thoroughly aware," Roman replied arrogantly. "My wife almost got abused and all your don cares about is the rule of the Costa Nostra?" He inquired his gaze sweeping from Uncle Quinto bac
~VITTORIA~We didn't end up going to Tizianos the previous day as Roman and I couldn't get enough of each other. After giving me the best backshot, he had cleaned me up nicely, and we just hung out in his office.After that, he showed me around the nightclub and then registered my fingerprint on his office door and wherever I needed access just so I could walk in without needing anyone's help. And also because it was my right to have access to his nightclub since I was his wife. Which were totally his words by the way.We were at Tiziano's now anyways and we were seated at the dinning table with Robert who for some reason, was here instead of at his house.We had just finished lunch, the table had been cleared, and I was now filling Tiziano in on the casino sales for the past week. My head ached with a low throbbing pain as I did so and my vision seemed to blur out a bit from time to time. I figured out I was getting a migraine and I was barely holding on, trying to get the briefing o
~VITTORIA ~ His office was large, spacious, organized and extremely neat. There was his fairly large wooden table at a far distance facing the door where he was sitting now. There was a shelf in a corner with a few books, a little golden vase flower on it as well, and some paperwork neatly arranged. There were two paintings beside each other on the wall, one was an abstract brush of charcoal and brown that looked like a man's portrait while the other was a minimalist one that I couldn't put together what it actually meant. There were also green flowered pots structured at specific places in the room, which added to its refreshed look. And lastly, there was a huge chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and behind his table the same 'A' symbol was largely imprinted on the wall. The woman was beside him leaning slightly over his shoulder and they were looking at some screen, probably a tab? that was on the his table. They both looked up at me and Roman's eyes widened in surp