UNKNOWN POVLeonardo had been a liar. He'd been pole-dancing in the ocean of delusion for as long as the mind could think up. But fortunately, his senses had returned. This morning would forever hold a special place in his heart. He'd been doused with realization, such that he now looked at his past self (which was from yesterday downwards) and cringed. What was I talking about? The fallacy that he was a villain to the core. One that would unleash mayhem without an atom of regret, when in reality he was nothing more than an eighteen-year-old chicken. I was a chicken. Really. I was. The moon goddess knew this which was why she'd let me be raised by two strong individuals. Zio Emiliano and my Zia. I…Shit. See? There I went again. Shaking, swallowing, rapid eye movement. My nervousness was out in the open, potentially attracting an eye. If I didn't take time, I would rat myself out. What was done was done. It had to be done. The law of Karma said so. To stifle my anxiety, I would p
VINCENZO This would be the third time I glanced at my parents since I became aware of a fact: it was blaringly silent here. Deader than a doornail. No matter that my parent's expression gave no clue, I kept stealing glances with the hope of getting a break in my investigation. No such luck, however. Defeated, I returned to my food. This should be one of those days when the atmosphere was gloomy for no reason. And I was talking about some nine, ten months ago, long before some girl had showed up and pulled my mind all to herself; away from the darkness that wrapped me round. Now she was gone, everything had deteriorated. Everything was worse than before. Still, I hoped Lucia's words were true. That Rina had until next week to return. It did seem like a year. With all the lameness that characterized my nights, I was in dire need of an escape. Fuck, I'd been patient enough. It was no easy thing being away from her, separated by distance in every sense of it. The bitch truly had block
RINAThe tram rolled to a stop, plunging my heart to the depths of my stomach. I watched in sheer horror as people milled out. Their faces, a total contrast to mine. “Excuse me?”I jerked and turned to see a lady next to me. “Hello? You’re blocking the way.”"Oh." I stood, allowing for her to pass. Sorry. My gaze followed her out before falling on the elderly creeping her way out of the tram. She and I were the only passengers left, but somehow, that didn't move. She whipped her head towards my direction, nearly hoisting me out of my skin. “Non stai scendendo?” [Aren't you coming down?] she asked, ignoring my show of fright. I gave a ghost of a smile, readjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and walked. I helped her down. “Sei sicuro di non esserti perso? C'è una stazione di polizia fuori.” [You’re sure you aren't lost? There's a police station right outside the terminal.]I managed a smile. “Sto bene, signora. Grazie.” [I'm fine, madam. Thank you.] She didn't take her
VINCENZOI turned the faucet and filled my cup with water. The generous gulp taken drove out steam, blessing me with a nice feeling. Sighing in satisfaction, I went for another cup. That fully got me back in the zone, and straight I went to my desk. Ready to continue from where I'd stopped.I was halfway through with making entries on the database; that wasn't to say I'd be free in no distant time. I'd still got work to do on the balance sheets—which included sending them across to the Chief Financial Officer today. Once these were cleared, I could then heave a sigh and focus on preparing for Sunday. I worked for some time before getting interrupted. It was Padre's secretary, Diego. He was set to leave, but had decided to make one more attempt at pissing me off. "How's it going?"One look was all it took to slap the smile off his face. And even as I'd returned my focus to the desktop, I could still see him gape like the fool he was. He eventually jammed the pit that was supposed to
RINAMammà's eyes suddenly came to me and she dropped the blouse she was folding. "Come on, dolcezza. Don't be moody."My response was a sigh, before I started fondling with the zip of the duffle bag."Do you want to come along? I'm not sure what the Luna would say but—" "No." Finding her words ridiculous, I let the zip be and wore a distant look. "I'm okay. It's just that…" I'm terrified of how these five days would be. "I'll miss you, that's all."Mammà merely smiled before resuming her folding. Five days without her around would be hell on earth. Need I say how?Abruptly, she stopped—giving me another pitiful look before drawing close. Her hands eased my shoulder. "Rina." Her voice was a drawl. Which happened whenever she cautioned me. "One day you will start a family. Now, what happens if your mate lives in a faraway land? How will you survive without me?"My brows furrowed in disagreement, her words getting me unnerved. "You know I won't let that happen."She lifted a curious
VINCENZOThe annoying ring came again, ripping sleep off my eyes. I sent a glare at the nightstand, one stretch away from punching it to shards.As though reading my mind, the sound ceased, and I muttered a cuss of gratitude, turning the other way to get back to sleep. A second later, it reemerged, pissing me out of my wit's end. I grabbed the phone and got hit by an ugly glare. However, my emotion took on a different look when I spotted the name on the phone log. Redialing the number, I pushed towards the bedhead, still groggy. The call went on and on, making me feel sleepy. Just when I was about dozing off, a birthday song burst into my ears. I stared with a bored expression, at the same time cringing on Michele's behalf. I rubbed my forehead in relief when the crowing ended. "Who's the birthday boy? That's right. You.""You should have saved this for your boyfriend.""Well, aren't you?""Fucker," I replied, causing him to cackle. I picked up a remote and lit the room. My eye
VINCENZOJudging from how unblinking my stare was, it came as no surprise the pressure building in my eyes. I couldn't stop.…provided he mates and produces an heir. These were the words that haunted me. They plagued my thoughts.And now the clock had begun to tick. I had a year to do the deed. If not, I lost everything. A mix of negative emotions churned within me, polluting my blood, weighing down on my chest. My battered state could explain why I let the lone tear slide freely. The only thing that told me apart from a statue was my flaring nose.I placed the paper face down on the table and buried my face in my hands.At twenty, when I was supposed to be building my future and getting ready to be an alpha that wouldn't be forgotten in the history of Florence, Padre wanted me to mate.I gave a stifled laugh. How was that clear thinking? And Madre, whom I took to be the more sensible one, bought the idea.I shook my head, accepting a fact. They didn't love me. I wasn't even sure I w
RINAMammà, I had been told, had a difficult pregnancy. She hadn't been fortunate at all in all of her feminine metabolites. From a breast lump that nearly claimed her life at a tender age of sixteen to the scanty periods that had occupied her every thought. I hadn't been easy with her as a fetus, and when the time came to be pushed out, Irefused to come forth.Right now, all I could think of was how fucked up it had been for her and me to have survived. The umbilical cord around my neck could have saved me all of life's cruelty. It would have spared Mammà the pain of unconsciously watching me lose myself each passing day. I never thought I'd say this, but, but…fuck that organisation that had interfered. What right had they to make the donation that brought my existence? It wasn't here now, was it? It wasn't here to see me weep my eyes out, shaking and trembling because of the unknown fate that awaited me. No, all their members were somewhere in this cursed world living their best lif