LOGIN~~Oriana’s Pov~~
My feet tapped involuntarily on the floors, making a sharp annoying sound that was getting on my nerves but somehow I could not get myself to stop. I walked to the waiting desk once more, “Excuse me,” I motioned to the tan middle aged man looking that couldn't seem to stop stealing glances at me every five minutes. “Yes ma'am” he shone his yellow thirty sets at me, I almost gagged. I slammed my ID down on the desk, “May I know why I've been waiting for a bail I posted for the past two hours? Standard procedure said forty five minutes to an hour did it not? Why am I not being attended to?” My voice grew colder and harder the more I spoke, something I had learnt dealing with different kinds of clients in court. His face paled, his gaze turned respectful “we'll get to you as soon as possible ma'am” he straightened his back, adopting a more respectful stance and tone. I rolled my eyes, “you do just that. And I would like your Badge number too. You'll be hearing from me soon” so much for keeping a low profile. His mouth opened, shock filtering across his pupils, obviously he hadn't expected me to take things far, well since I had already revealed my identity I might as well go all the way. “Cassandra Williams, Now” I ordered, not giving him the chance to recover. “Yes ma'am” he rushed, his tail between his legs. Sigh. I finally sat, it was the same experience everywhere I went, no one took a pretty faced blonde with full tits seriously until they were behind bars. This was no different. The sound of metal clanking and footsteps drew me out of my thoughts, soon my Cassie came in view, “finally” I muttered. He uncuffed her, “stay away from trouble miss” His tone was measured, gentle and professional, well it was too late any way. “Yeah, yeah,” Cassie rolled her eyes, I could tell she was holding back a sharper retort. Classic Cassandra, she never learnt. “Good.” I nodded, satisfied, then turned to the officer, “Officer Brad” I read his name tag, “Thank you. Expect to hear from my office for your hospitality” my voice was clipped, His smile faltered, I could feel the fear in his eyes finally set, “I apologize sincerely for any inconvenience,” he said through gritted teeth. “And I apologize for any future inconveniences.” I replied back unhesitatingly. “And you” I pointed at Cassie, she dodged my eyes, lowering her eyes to the ground, a move she always pulled whenever she wanted to get away with something. “Follow.” I snapped and walked away without waiting for my response. The sound of slow footsteps behind me accompanied the clanking of my heels, a wave of fresh morning air hit my face, it carried with it the scent of saltwater, algae, dust and that historic air of a crowded street. A far cry from the town where I came from, where everybody knew everybody. I increased my pace, leaving Cassie to run after me, soon a hand tugged at the helm of my jacket, I ignored it, but insistent as ever it continued. “What?” I snapped, stopping to finally face her She raised her eyes pleadingly, eyes wet and puffy, tears already pooling at them, “I’m sorry” she sniffed. “One hour, just one hour in Venice and you're already causing trouble?” I chided. “He started it,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking talking” I pinched my brows, sometimes I felt more like a mother than a friend. She nodded, “And stop looking at me like that. We both know you aren't even remorseful about your actions” She pursed her lips, her body began trembling, like she was aggrieved, “if he hadn't taken my phone I wouldn't have reacted” she muttered under her breath. “What have I told you about the law? Report to me or any other authority, who in their right senses fights with a police officer?” I practically yelled, my head already aching from the stress, “you know what. I was the one that brought you with me to Venice, stay away from trouble Cassie. I just used two hours of my time to bail you out, I have a court case in a few and I can't concentrate if you keep getting yourself arrested” “Sorry.” She mumbled, “He started it, I never look for trouble, doesn't mean I won't be ready if it comes searching for me” I sighed, “This isn't the village Cass, I need you to remember that, this is the heart of it all. The heart of all the crimes, I can't protect you if you really keep this attitude up” my voice lowered. Her expression turned serious, “I can protect myself” she scoffed. “Says the girl who got chased by a chicken” I teased “Chickens are different” her body shuddered. “What will I do with you?” I eyed her. Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, “Uhh, get off of me” “No. Not until you say you've forgiven me” she whined childishly. “Okay. Okay. Get off me, you'll stain my outfit.” I groaned. “Alright. Only because you're going to court and I don't want to dim your shine.” she smiled. I chuckled, stopping in front of a court house, “And this is my final bus stop. Stay out of trouble. I'm serious, and get ready we're leaving tomorrow” I warned seriously. “Whatever you say mum. Cross my heart,” she giggled. “Go crush those bastards,” she yelled. “You got it best” I smiled and walked into the court house, head held high. *****Evening Time***** My shoulders ached, I walked out barefoot, holding my heels on my left hand. The moon hung low on the night sky, my mind wandered, I walked down the street. The night light illuminated the streets, lost in thoughts I didn't realize when the crowd thinned, by the time I came to, I was already in an alley. I spotted four silhouettes, standing in the shadows, and a fifth kneeling before them. Bang. The body of the fifth slumped, a scream tore through my lips, four pairs of eyes locked onto me. “Get her” a cold voice said, my feet moved faster than I could think. That was the last thing I remembered before everywhere blurred.~~Author’s pov~~Oriana was in the garden mid-afternoon replaying what had happened earlier this morning when she heard heels on the stone path.Not Rosa’s.These were sharper. Intentional. The kind of sound that didn’t ask permission to exist.Oriana looked up.The woman rounding the bend stopped when she saw her.Striking was the first word that came to mind.Dark red hair loosely pinned. Sharp features softened only by confidence. Fitted trousers, tailored jacket, heels entirely impractical for a garden path and somehow perfectly suited to her anyway.She studied Oriana openly.Curious. Assessing. Not hostile.“So you actually exist,” the woman said.Oriana smiled faintly. “People keep saying that.”The woman laughed — easy, genuine — and sat beside her without invitation, like the space already belonged to her.“Violetta,” she said.“Oriana.”“I know.”Her smile warmed slightly.“The entire house knows who you are.”Oriana wasn’t surprised.“How are you holding up?” Violetta asked
~~Oriana~~ I didn’t move. I should have gone upstairs like he told me to. I knew that. But my feet stayed exactly where they were, half hidden behind the railing, fingers curled around the wood as if letting go would mean missing something important. Or irreversible. One of Ciro’s men disappeared briefly through a side door. The man’s eyes followed him. Confusion first. Then unease, then understanding. It happened slowly — recognition spreading across his face like a shadow moving over water. “No—” he started, forcing a laugh that sounded wrong even to him. “Signore, non c'è bisogno —” [Capo, there’s no need—] Ciro didn’t respond. He simply waited. The man returned carrying a small black case. Not large. Not dramatic. Just… precise. He placed it carefully on the marble table near the entrance and stepped back. The click of the latches opening sounded louder than it should have. Metal gleamed inside. Small instruments arranged neatly in velvet.
~~Oriana~~I realised something had changed when I woke up before the house did.The silence felt different.Not empty but expectant.The canal outside was still half asleep, morning light stretching slowly across the water like it wasn’t in any hurry to become day yet. I stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, replaying yesterday without meaning to.The study.The quiet.The way he had asked good quiet or bad quiet like the answer mattered.It shouldn’t have mattered.But it did. That was the problem.I got up before I could think too much about it and dressed quickly, pulling on one of the softer sweaters Ciro had somehow added to my wardrobe without discussion.The house smelled faintly of coffee when I stepped into the hallway.He was already awake.Of course he was.Ciro stood near the windows overlooking the canal, jacket off, sleeves rolled, phone pressed to his ear. He didn’t notice me immediately.His voice was low.Controlled.Italian, fast and sharp.Not th
~~Oriana's Pov~~I woke up and the first thing that came back to me was that one second.His eyes dropping to my mouth.Just that. One second and then gone. Like it hadn’t happened. Like he hadn’t stood there close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him and then sent me to bed like a gentleman, which honestly was both the right thing to do and also somehow the most frustrating thing he had ever done.I lay there staring at the ceiling.My chest felt different this morning. Lighter, maybe. Less like I was carrying something heavy and more like I had put it down somewhere and hadn’t picked it back up yet.I wasn’t going to examine that too hard.I got up, washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror.Same face. Same eyes. Same Oriana Vitale who had come to Venice for a court case and a weekend with her best friend and had somehow ended up here.I still looked tired, but it was softer than before. The kind that came from actually sleeping rather than the kind that came
~~Oriana~~The walk back was quiet.Not uncomfortable quiet. Just the kind that settles between two people when too much has already been said and neither of them wants to mess with it by adding more.The city was doing its early evening thing around us. Shopkeepers pulling down shutters. A group of tourists crowded around a map looking lost.The smell of food coming from somewhere that made my stomach clench because I had barely eaten since breakfast.Ciro walked beside me.At some point the path narrowed and a woman was coming the other way with a pram and his hand came to my back for a second to move me to the side.Three seconds maybe.Then it was gone.I didn’t say anything.But I was aware of that spot on my back for the rest of the walk home and that was honestly quite annoying.Rosa was at dinner.I could have kissed her for it.Not because I was trying to avoid being alone with Ciro exactly. More because Rosa at a dinner table was like opening a window in a stuffy room. She t
~~Oriana~~I woke up and just stared at the ceiling for a while.Not the anxious kind of staring from the past few days. This was different.More like my brain was still trying to catch up with everything that had happened last night and hadn’t quite gotten there yet.I turned onto my side.The rose was still on the windowsill. Still red. Still completely unbothered.I had this strange urge to talk to it. Which told me I had officially been in this house too long without proper human contact. Cassie would have laughed herself off the bed if she could see me right now, lying here processing my feelings about a mafia king like I had a single normal thought left in my head.I pressed my face into the pillow.The thing was – and I really did not want to be thinking this – last night had not gone the way I expected. I had gone into that study ready to be angry. Ready to stand on the other side of that desk and remind myself of every single reason why Ciro Conti was the villain of this pa







