Akira

Gia's POV:

I hated Vito. I hated everything about him. I hated his stupid beautiful face. I hated how his words broke me down. I hated everything about the asshole. Somehow, even when I hated him that much, I just wanted, desperately, for him to stop treating me as if I was an incompetent child.

Over the next few weeks Vito slowly moved in with me. Brunella also moved in. I felt less lonely with her around. Vito barely spoke to me, let alone acknowledged my existence. If he needed to ask me something, he'd ask through either Carlo or Brunella. He slept downstairs in one of the guest bedrooms. I saw that one coming.

I woke up at 8am and went down for breakfast as I always did. Vito and I always had breakfast together at the kitchen table. He'd scroll on social media or make endless phone calls while I ate across him silently. On this particular day however, he suddenly looked up at me.

"My men will be coming the house frequently for business since you've settled in now," he informed