“I gave you life, I gave you food and shelter, I gave you a proper education and I shaped you into the smart woman you’ve become just so you can be someone that I can proudly point at someday and say, ‘she’s mine’, but this – this is how you repay me?” My disappointed father complains throwing my papers at my feet. “What is this?”I maintain a smile, a shallow one. I held on to that smile as I watched my graduation & school certificates fly across the floor. After my years of working towards a certain goal and my hard work to become the person I wanted to be, everything was scattered across the floor, the same floor that my feet were standing on.I bent down and picked up every one of them before standing before my father again.“Ah, well you see – this is proof that I finished University,” I told him, a chuckle slipping out. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d know what they were.”My mother slaps the table. Our dining table, where everything was happening over dinner.“You think this i
“Hey, I’m sorry but did you see the person who delivered this?” I asked the guard who dropped off the letter.He sighed and shook his head.“It was collected from the mail, it was dropped off this morning.” He told me.The thin envelope scrunched in my fist as I held it tightly. Sighing, I thank the guard and shove the paper into the pocket of my sweats.Before I could turn around and head back to the dining room where I left Lorenzo, the door to the living room was yanked open and I let out a yelp before scurrying back.I put my hand to my chest when a smiling Theodore walked in, with a bunch of gift bags in his hands. The guards around me didn’t even flinch, either they were too good with their job or they were used to him coming in like this. Besides, I don’t think a dangerous person would be able to waltz in this carefree with all the bodyguards outside.“Theodore, ” I called mouth and eyes gaped.He looks over to where I am standing, noticing me for the first time, and his smile
I sighed, leaning on my work desk as I entered my office. I can hear Theodore’s footsteps as he approaches the room, almost excitedly. I put my head in my hand and pinched my temple, knowing what was coming already.“You fell for the nanny?” Was the first thing he blurted the moment he barged into my office.“My God,” I muttered under my breath.He scoffs unbelievably.“Wow, I can’t believe – I just cannot believe it. You fucking made it clear that no one should get attached, it was only a six-month contract, and she has to focus on the kids! The way I see it, you’ve stolen all the attention.” He yaps, dumping all the paper bags on the sofa. “I knew this was going to bloody happen, I knew there was something up when you hired this one after one interview. I should’ve known you were damn whipped, I mean, who wouldn’t be right?”“Theodore shut up,” I tell him, lifting my head from my hand and folding my arms across my chest. He keeps quiet for a second, but then a stupid smile breaks ou
☼Willow☼Show me how it feels to be in love with the son of a Mafia Don.Mafia?A short laugh slipped past my lips. It was almost like a surprised laugh, an unexpected one. Then the breath I had been holding when reading the letter was let out when I laughed again, feeling stupid for reading the entire thing.This is bullshit. I thought. How the hell could Lorenzo be the son of a Mafia Don?How could Lorenzo even be part of the mafia itself? There’s nothing murderous or dangerous about him so how could he manage to be part of the mafia? Well, there have been several rumors about him running illegal businesses and stuff, people saying that he belongs to the mafia. But that’s just rumors,Right?“Bullshit,” I muttered, the letter in my hand crumpling as I squeezed it in my fist. “There’s no way in hell. Not when he has those kids to protect.”I fed myself those words over and over again, making it a mantra I had to believe in. I chuckle nervously at myself for almost being fooled.I br
Lorenzo arches an eyebrow curiously at me as he enters my room, his footsteps slow – almost wary.“You look awfully pale,” He comments, closing the door behind him.I tear my eyes away from his face, suddenly interested in the design of my room all over again. I don’t know how I should look at him or who to look at him as.Lorenzo doesn’t look like a fucking murderer, there’s no way he could’ve slaughtered people.The thought alone makes bile rise in my throat.I’ve seen murderers before, I’ve lived with one, and I know how unregretful they are. How getting blood under their nails doesn’t faze them. Lorenzo doesn’t look like that. Lorenzo doesn’t look like a cold-blooded murderer.I trust him, he isn’t a murderer.“Willow…” Lorenzo calls cautiously.“I think I’m going to throw up,” I mutter feeling everything surge up my throat as I race for the bathroom. I make it to the toilet seat in time and pour out revolting piles of vomit.I flush the toilet. I go to the sink, rinse my mouth, b
☁︎Lorenzo☁︎Four hours earlier.“Wow, you’re so heartless,” Theodore says with a dejected sigh as he slumps into the chair in my office. “How could you talk to your sister like that?” He whines after I hang up on Amelia.“Shut up,” I respond tiredly and take a seat on the other side of the room, facing him.“She’s probably choking on her tears right now, I know I’ve been wanting her to get back to work but after hearing you chew and spit her out like that, I kinda feel bad for her,” Theodore confesses. “Can’t we just let her live a normal life? I mean, this kind of life is hard for a woman anyway.” He mumbles the last part, his eyes skimming my face warily.I sigh, rubbing my temple in frustration.“Theo,” I call, my voice quiet.He answers in surprise, I don’t know if it was because I called his name short or because of how solemn I sounded.“Non possiamo sfuggire al nostro destino, this is something we were born with and it is something we grew to accept. We kill and take, people tr
☼Willow☼There are things that I just can't understand. Like why chickens don't fly, why do we have to write exams when an exam isn't the true test of knowledge, and why are capybaras so cute...Why am I still jobless?"What do you mean you're jobless? I thought you had a job?""Had, Grams, I had a job. Why do you keep forgetting that it's been two years since I had a job." I sighed, pinching my temple."Oh, my, time sure flies." The old woman said with an unbothered chuckle."For you, obviously," I muttered into the phone. "And I was only needed for two months, it wasn't like I stayed for that long. "This sucks.""Being a nanny sucks?" She asked curiously."No, I meant not having a job." I corrected as I carefully added the last stroke of nail polish to my nails."Don't worry about it Wooly, I'm sure you can find something suitable when the time comes.""Grams, when is the time ever going to come?" I asked, fastening my phone on my shoulder and hoisting it up so I could talk without
☼Willow☼My hand picked at the fabric of my pants for the umpteenth time making me want to rip the whole thing off my body.My nerves were racking. My whole body was being consumed by nervousness and it started to make me feel insecure. It made me feel like I was overdressed for this interview. I wore a navy-blue button-up shirt that had long sleeves with ruffles and paired it with black, high-waist palazzo pants that flare from the waist and were wide throughout the leg. I chose to wear black flats and to complete everything my ginger hair was slicked back and secured into a neat low ponytail.How does it make me feel? It makes me feel like I travelled 40 minutes from my apartment to come interview for the spot of a personal assistant in some big company, that's how it made me feel. I'm having serious second thoughts about my outfit. I should've just worn my summer dress with a loose cardigan over it.I released the hold that I had on the file that was sitting on my lap so that I cou