Honeymoon

I fiddled with the top mesh layer of my dress as the officiant said whatever the hell he was talking about. I looked over at Vito. He was calm and collected as always. Bastard. A very good looking bastard. I already hated him.

"Do you, Gia Azzurra Rizzo take Vito Giovanni Armani to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

The officiant's words echoed in my ears, but he seemed so far away.

"Gia?"

I was pulled out of my reverie by Vito's voice calling my name. Gia. Is that how everybody else said it? I turned to the officiant, shaking the thought out of my head.

"I do," I nodded.

"And do you, Vito Giovanni Armani take Gia Azzurra Rizzo to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Vito turned to me and stared deep into my eyes. I was the first to look away.

"I do," he echoed.

"By the power invested in me by the Roman Catholic Church, I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant smiled. "You may kiss the bride."

Vito lifted my head by the chin and made me look into his eyes. I blinked rapidly as I waited for him to kiss me. He leaned down, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the contact. I felt his lips brush against mine, but then they pressed a kiss onto my cheek instead. Despite myself, I felt disappointed as he let me go, taking a step back.

My mother and Giovanni, the only two witnesses in attendance applauded and congratulated us. The four of us drove back home for the reception Aurora had planned. The house was decorated with balloons, streamers and confetti. I received a thousand congratulations before going to my room to change out of my gown.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. I hurried over to open it, thinking it was Vito. To my disappointment, it was one of his men. What was his name? Carlo?

"Mistress," he nodded respectfully, "unfortunately you won't be able to stay long for the reception. We're leaving for Rome in ten minutes."

I wanted to complain, to shout, to scream, but I just nodded and closed my door. I changed into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt with sneakers. The suitcase I had packed for the honeymoon was taken downstairs as I went to bid my goodbyes to everybody.

"Gia!" Someone called out to me as I entered the crowded lounge.

I spun around to see Enzo. The tears I had been holding in just flowed out.

"Enzo," I smiled tearfully as he hugged me.

I burried my face in his chest as he gently stroked my hair.

"Hey baby," he smiled down at me.

He brushed my tears away with his thumbs.

"This fucking sucks," I croaked.

Enzo nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "It does. Come hang with me when you're back from your honeymoon okay?"

"I don't...I don't know how I'm going to do this," I sobbed into his chest. "I don't know Enzo..."

He cupped my face and made me look into his eyes. "You're a tough motherfucker you hear me?"

I laughed, wiping my tears away. "I hear you..."

He planted a kiss at the top of my head. "I love you Gia."

The way he said love made me feel like he was not talking about the innocent friendship kind of love.

"I love too you," I whispered back.

"Mistress?"

I recognized Carlo's deep voice immediately.

"Sì? (Yes?)" I answered as I turned to him.

"We're leaving now."

I nodded and turned back to Enzo. "I'm gonna go say bye to mamma and everyone okay?"

After many teary goodbyes, Carlo led me to the car that was waiting outside the main gate. He opened the back door for me, and I was surprised to see Vito inside. I didn't think he'd want to ride with me. He was still wearing the suit he wore at the ceremony. He looked breathtaking in a simple navy suit. His was was supposed to be slicked back, but a lot of loose strands always escaped and stuck to his forehead. Fucking hell. Why does he have to be so goodlooking?

"Good evening, Gia," his deep smooth voice greeted me once I was seated.

I shifted in my seat. "Good evening."

"I know everything was rushed and you're probably exhausted, but I have a very important meeting tomorrow morning in Rome."

So he'd be working on our honeymoon. Nice.

I guess my face gave away my thoughts because the next thing I heard was, "Do you have a problem with that, dolcezza?"

It almost sounded like a threat. Hell, it was a threat.

I stiffly shook my head. The scent of his cologne stained every inch of the car, intoxicating me.

"Why do you call me dolcezza?" I asked suddenly,  trying to keep the conversation going.

"Because that's what you are. A pile of sweetness," he explained, seemingly bored.

"You don't know nothing about me," I folded my arms, looking out the window at the orange sunset.

The rest of the car ride was completely silent, except for the occasional phone calls Vito received. I must've ended falling asleep, because the next thing I know, Carlo is gently shaking me awake.

"We've arrived," he informed me as he leaned down to talk to me.

I rubbed my eyes as he helped me out of the car. The streets were very busy and lively although it seemed very late.

"What time is it?" I asked as he led me into ehat seemed to be a hotel, holding my hand in his protectively.

"12am, mistress."

I slept for that long? I suddenly stopped in my tracks and turned back.

"Where's Vito?" I questioned lookin around for him..

"He's attending some business, " Carlo answered tersely.

"At 12am?" I queried skeptically. "Carlo, where's Vito?"

"He'll be back soon, mistress."

I exhaled sharply. "Take me to my room," I demanded with teary eyes.

"Yes, mistress. "

As soon as Carlo left me to rest in the hotel room, I cried myself into a dreamless sleep.