The Mafia Widow

"Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another."-Ernest Hemingway-***“She is still so young, how pitiful.” Victoria heard those words being whispered by the people inside the funeral house.She might have her vision forward as she walked down the aisle toward the casket to place the last bouquet before they closed it.Still, she was not stupid. She knew exactly what these people were thinking.“She must be so happy right now since they have no children. All his money are going to her.” Some whispered.“I heard he died from respiratory failure. Do you think she has something to do with it? I don’t know. If I married a man like that I would pray he die soon so I could get control of his asset.” Another one said.“She is still in her thirties isn’t she? The age gap between them is insane. She must have married him for his money.” More whispers were heard.Victoria could only hold her breath together and

"The meetings can be a lot of fun or they can be frustrating."-Bob Weir-***“This man is Ezra Stuart. He is the person who will be assisting you in the business. He used to work for your late husband when he was alive. Now he will work for you. You can trust him. He is one of the most reliable man in the business.” It was what the lawyer told her but meeting the man in person gave her an entirely different perception.This man was as cold as an ice cube. He wore one of those posh square glasses and dressed in a gray suit that did not really suit his warm complexion. It was not the worst part.There was something about his gaze that made Victoria felt uncomfortable when she saw him for the first time. He looked intimidating. He couldn’t intimidate her, of course.Her previous life before she met Wilfred had allowed her to meet all kind of people, even the difficult ones. She was a pianist. She dealt with music but she also needed connections to broadcast her talent. Not all those who

"The very ingredients that nurture love, mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire."-Esther Perel-***That Sunday morning, Victoria woke up with sore muscle and mild headache. All the business related stuff had taken quite a toll on her, mentally and physically. She knew she would eventually adjust to it after some time.Fifteen minutes after she woke up, she heard a knock on the door. It was Darius. She opened the door and saw him standing there with his casual attire.“Madame, breakfast is ready. I will be taking my day off today if you don’t mind.”“Sure, Darius. Thank you for your work.” She thanked him and was about to close the door before he spoke again.“Before I go, is there anything you would like me to do first?” He asked.“Then, if you don’t mind, can you call the massage parlor I often visit and ask them to send someone over. I need a massage so bad today, my whole body is aching.” She t

"The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun."-Wayne LaPierre-***“Shall we dance?” Ian reached out his hand to her as an invitation to dance. Victoria was not a skilled dancer and felt a little bit shy with her ability.“I’m not too sure about it.” She replied.“Oh, don’t worry. I will take the lead. You just have to follow my steps and everything will be fine.” He reassured. After a few seconds. She took his hand and he led her to the middle of the room where several others had paired up to start dancing as well.The music started and he led the moves. She was feeling a bit nervous at first, but after a few minutes, she started to loosen up a little and followed his move.Fortunately for Victoria, she was born a fast learner. It did not take long for her to pick up on the rhythm and they started dancing. One of his hand was on her

"Pretending the past doesn't exist is as bad as living in it."-Nora Roberts-***Ian looked particularly bothered that evening. He was cleaning his gun with a displeased expression on his face. Lucas who had just returned back from checking their shipment approached him and noticed something wasn’t quite right with his friend.“What’s wrong? You look quite bothered. Did something happen yesterday during the party?” He asked. Ian shook his head and answered.“No, it wasn’t during the party. It was after the party. Someone was targeting me while I was driving with Victoria. I couldn’t find out who it was just yet since I had to quickly leave since Victoria was there.”“Do you want me to go there right now to clean it up?” He asked.“No, it’s too late. The police must have noticed it. It’s best if we lay low right now and forget about