Danielle - Present
“Hey, are you even listening to me?!” Loredana kicks Roberto’s leg who is absorbed by something playing on Giovanni’s phone.
At the impact, they both direct their attention to Loredana and Roberto snarls, “Yeah, we heard you, we‘ll be there too.”
Giovanni just grunts in response and Loredana celebrates, clapping her hands.
“Yay, that’s going to be awesome! Are we getting a lounge, guys?”
Giovanni talks even if he is engrossed by his phone with Roberto again. “I’ll organize something.”
I’m a bit jealous of Loredana who gets to speak to him in such a carefree manner while I can’t even remember when I got to talk to him normally.
Usually, he just graces me with an annoyed frown or utters some deprecative comment.
But I’m the creator of my own downfall as I left the territory for a few years just to return clean and feel brand new, just to be confronted with the guy who broke my heart years ago.
He even came to pick me up from the airport. And from there it just got worse. As usual, we got into a fight right from the start. It seemed just like it was when I left the country, but I was wrong.
Apparently, he wasn’t a dealer anymore and was even less appealed to take my disrespect than he was before.
The positive side was that everyone welcomed me back home as if I had never left. I started my studies, and can’t actually wait to be able to leave again. Especially because living at home is a living hell.
The thing I had feared the most was to see Giovanni with Federica. The woman I saw him making out at the club with, and also, the last picture of my crush that got burned into my brain. Loredana had filled me in about this fiancée of his, so this is how I got her name. But as I came back she was nowhere to be seen, and I didn’t want to talk about her to anyone to prevent people from thinking that I was still interested in Giovanni.
Everything would be just fine if it wasn’t for my family, or the entitled asshole messing with my life.
“I’ll get an iced tea. Would you like something too?” Loredana shakes her head while Roberto and Giovanni, not that I’m really surprised about it, ignore me totally.
Alessandra, on the other hand, gets up from her seat. “I’m coming with you.”
“Bring me a beer, Dani.” Valerio is playing with his cap, practically lying in his seat.
I step out of the back room with the lounges through an arch in the wall connecting it to the front bar.
Descending the few steps, I walk to Stefano, who is talking to another customer behind the bar and looks at me expectantly as we approach him.
“Sté, a beer, an iced tea, and…”
I turn to Alessandra who completes my order with a sing-song “I’ll take an iced tea too.”
I smile as I turn back around with a smile. “A beer and two iced teas, please.”
He grabs the beverages from the fridge standing next to the big mirror adorned with shelves with crystal glasses and bottles of alcohol. “Here you go.”
I pay him, and we get back to the lounge.
Handing the beer to Valerio, he smiles brightly, thanking me.
Everyone is already talking about the evening they want to spend out in the club and I drink my iced tea silently, listening to the discussion between Loredana and Roberto.
Suddenly, Loredana squeezes my knee with her hand to get my attention.
She clearly would not have to do it, as she already had my attention, but she is really touchy, not that I would mind it, as I have known her all my life since our mothers were already childhood friends.
“Are you bringing Carlo?” She asks, and I look at her wide-eyed, and not only because she used the most annoying increasing tone to ask me.
I’m just about to form my answer as everyone else, well, except for my ice-man, pushes out a long “Uuuuh”.
Giovanni looks at me frowning as Roberto asks, “Who is that?”
Once again, I’m too slow to speak as Loredana talks before I can, “Her university sweetheart.”
Making yet another wave of “Uuhs” and “Oohs” resound, she grins at me happily.
I slap Loredana‘s arm playfully while the girls giggle.
“He’s not my sweetheart.”
Turning to face my friends, I add, “It’s just a guy from uni I met a few weeks ago. We went on a date or two.”
Alessandra gasps audibly and smiles happily. “Look at her, getting an academic date.”
I laugh at her remark while rolling my eyes.
“Where is he from?”
Silence falls as Giovanni’s deep baritone rumbles through the room.
“Not from here,” I answer, knowing exactly where he wants to get to.
We live in a small village that is part of a territory controlled by two families that share their business districts.
We don’t mingle with them associated with the other family much and even less with outsiders.
We all, more or less, work for the families.
While Alessandra and I have jobs that are not directly related to the businesses of the controlling families, Loredana works as an escort and Roberto deals.
On the other hand, we stopped knowing what Valerio and Giovanni were doing as they got ‘promoted’ from time to time.
All we know is that, firstly, they are carrying guns and that, secondly, Giovanni is known to even get invited into the Bosses house and is apparently one of his most trusted soldiers.
“Lose him.” He just states annoyed.
Wow, his loyalty is really boundary-less.
“Sorry, what?” I ask back provokingly, making him look at me nearly disgusted.
The nerve of me to have the guts to answer him.
“You heard me, Danielle, don‘t make me repeat myself. You aren‘t that illiterate, are you?!”
I sigh irritated. The fact that he even uses my full name, just like my mother would, hurts me more than his stupid order.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Come again?” he growls, and I shift in my seat.
I feel Alessandra tense next to me and shake my head, tearing my eyes off him to look at Loredana.
“No, I don‘t think he would like to come.”
She just nods, casting me a worried expression.
“I’ll bring my woman if that‘s okay,” Valerio says leisurely, dissolving the build-up tension slightly.
“Sure!” Loredana squeals, while squeezing my hand gently. “It would be nice to see her again.”
“Yeah,” Alessandra butts in. “She is working too much lately.”
She pouts while crossing her arms, and we laugh at her sweet gesture.
This brings us back to being able to chat lightly while Roberto and Giovanni redirect their attention to that stupid phone.
Finishing our drinks, we get out of the bar by saying goodbye to Stefano.
We are about to get into our cars when Roberto approaches me cautiously. “Stellina, can we talk for a minute?”
My friend is the only one who still calls me by that silly pet name, but I can’t get myself to loathe it.
Growing up, everyone called me that.
It got to such an extent that even people close to my family forgot that my name wasn’t actually Stella.
Unfortunately, we all grew up and everyone stopped calling me that around the same time my father was incarcerated and my mother stopped using that pet name.
“Sure, what’s wrong?”
He grabs me by my arm and steers me a few steps out of the hearing range of the others who stare at us questioningly.
I get a little scared by that gesture as we usually don‘t have that secrecy between us.
“Oh my God, Robby, what’s wrong? You are scaring me.”
In my peripheral vision, I can see Giovanni perk up his ears.
Ah, that one got your interest, didn’t it, big boy?
“Listen, your mother has not paid me for a bit, and I would hate to stop selling to her. You know at least what she gets from me is safe.” Roberto does everything in his power to talk with a caring tone, but I know that he would get in big trouble if he didn’t deliver the money he gets.
His bosses could get the impression he keeps it to himself, so having someone sell you drugs on credit is a huge token of confidence.
And I didn’t know my mother had it as she certainly wouldn’t deserve it.
“Robby, no. What… Why did you sell her the stuff without any payment?”
He holds out his hands before him, gesturing nervously with his palms up like he was begging me to understand him.
Well, it’s not me that is going to cut your fingers off.
“She was out of money one night and needed a dose urgently, but she didn’t have any money, and I didn’t want any of the things she offered me. Sis, she is your mother, I couldn’t send her away.”
I close my eyes at this blow and thank the heavens that I have some friends with at least some decency.
“How much?”
He sighs as he lets his arms slump. “About 2.5”
Driving my hands into my hair, I take in a shaky breath “God, Robby, tell me you are talking about 250.”
He shakes his head slowly, and I gasp for air as I feel like drowning.
I don’t know why, but I look out at Giovanni, who is still staring at us. Seeing his handsome and sculpted face helps me calm down a bit.
Turning to face Roberto again, I speak lowly, afraid that he might catch what we are talking about. “I don’t have that kind of money, Rob. I’m broke. Where should I get that kind of money?”
Roberto shakes his head agitatedly. “I don’t want your money, Stellina. I want your mom to pay me. Maybe you can talk to her.”
I have to push down the urge to bark a laugh in his face.
Sure, I’ll put up some nice cup of tea and tell my mom she should pay you. You‘ll get paid tomorrow, my friend.
Just a few days ago, my mother found my hidey-hole, where I was keeping my savings from 6 months of work, and took everything.
Hell, I wonder what she has done with that money.
So, I couldn’t help him even if I wanted to. „
“You can’t make me the interlocutor. I can’t…”
Roberto puts his hands up once again. “Don’t worry, I get it. I’m really sorry I asked you about this. I’ll come by one of these days and talk to her, OK?”
He grabs my hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
I nod, fighting my tears back and whisper a “thank you” before he takes his leave.
That is going to be fun.
Giovanni Two Years LaterWrapping my hands around my wife, I help her stabilize on her feet as she holds her head. “Oh.” “Are you sure that you are alright?” I ask her, pushing out a strand of hair out of her face.She nods, making my heart squeeze as I’m not convinced as her face seems so pale. “Yes, all good.” “Bullshit, Danielle. You have been feeling unwell for days. We are going to see a doctor right now.” She groans, pushing herself out of my arms. “Can we please just go see my father? Afterward, we can go.” “No,” I answer firmly, putting my hands on the car’s roof, caging her in. “We will go to the doctor’s and after that, we will go see your father.” Shaking her head, she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. “But we might lose the window. You know how complicated things can be with those appointments and how strict the prisons are. What if they don’t visit me right away and we have to wait?” I click my tongue, giving in as I can’t resist her looking at me like this. Damn
Giovanni “Is it normal to wear the tie so tight?” I clear my throat as I pull at my tie again, feeling like it is cutting into my throat. Valerio laughs, pinching my tie, and shakes his head. “It’s perfectly fine. You are about to hyperventilate. That is all.” I scoff, slipping into my jacket as I walk to the window. “I don’t understand why they can’t just have us walk in together. I mean, where did they bring her?” “Calm down. It’s tradition. They will call her in after the first discussions and blessing with the elders,” he explains to me, wanting to calm me down with information that I already possess. “At least you are not a Degli Baronesi, or you would be choosing your favorite knife at this point.” “What the fuck,” I mumble under my breath, watching the people scurrying outside. He snorts, putting his hands into his pockets. “It’s going to be fine. They love you. They chose you. It’s going to be a nice ceremony and then we can all go and get drunk. Relax.” “You have to l
Danielle I look at him intrigued, laying a hand on my chest, and watch him pull off his now-drenched shirt to toss it onto the ground. “Lift me out…” Following the gesture of his head, I gasp as my eyes fall onto a bottle of lube on the edge of the pool. “Pervert,” I whisper, making him laugh. My eyes scan the surrounding gardens, and I gulp. “Aren’t there people who could hear us? I mean, me?” “Maybe,” he grins smugly. “But we are going to be quiet, aren’t we?” I open my mouth, looking at him shocked, and I’m still pondering on the fact if I should feel afraid. But I guess my stupid body betrays me as I shiver in pleasurable anticipation. “I thought that the hot water would help you relax, but we can just chill if you don’t feel like it,” he whispers, leaving featherlight kisses on my cheek and my jawline. Gulping painfully, I let my eyes roam our surroundings again before I turn my head slightly to look at him. “No, I really want to do it.” His lips stretch into a gorgeous
Danielle “Wait,” I throw my hands in front of my face, taking a deep breath as he freezes, grinning up at me. “Wait. Wait. Wait,” I repeat panically, feeling like I can’t breathe. “What are you doing?” Giovanni lifts his brow, glaring at me. “What does it look like, Danielle?” “Is that the reason why you wanted to see my dress?” I ask, my entire body shaking. “But why?” He sighs, letting his arm slump. “I knew that it wasn’t the right timing. I’ll just get up.” “No, no, no!” I shout, making him look at me with furrowed brows. I lean down, putting my hands onto his shoulders. We stare at each other for a split second, my mouth turning dry as I finally push myself up again. I cross my arms, laying my hands flatly on my chest as I calm my racing heartbeat. “Okay… I’m ready.” “Great,” he laughs, shaking his head, and lifts his arm again. With a small movement, he opens the small ring box, getting my heart to halt in my chest. Clasped between velvet cushions, a white-gold ring wi
Danielle “Sorry,” I tuck my hair behind my ear as I approach a hostess, causing her to smile at me. “I’m supposed to meet with my boyfriend, but I guess he is running late. Must be a table for Fortunati.” The hostess looks at her book and her smile brightens as she gestures to me to follow her. Her Kimono rustles as she walks gracefully, and I am thinking about whether I’m dressed elegantly enough for this luxurious place as she passes the entrance of the hall with the tables and the chatting guests. I gulp anxiously as I follow her down the beautifully decorated hallway. She reaches a door on the right and slides it open with a deep bow. “Please feel at home and leave your shoes at the door.” “Thank you so much,” I say, doing a small curtsy and entering the room. The first thing I see is Giovanni, who stands up from a romantically set table, closing his jacket as he watches me slip out of my heels and step closer. The private room looks like a private restaurant set up just fo
Danielle As Giovanni enters the apartment, my heart is beating out of my chest. He had told me that he would pick up the heirlooms today after work and he took Gro with him to ensure directly if it was everything my father wanted me to have for the ceremony. Lifting a small bag, he smiles at me and walks towards me. But just as I want to grab it, he lifts it out of my reach and leans down. “Ah, ah, ah, my Love,” he mocks me, grabbing my chin to make me look at him. “Without even giving me a kiss?” I roll my eyes before closing them and he kisses me with a chuckle. As soon as he has detached himself from me, I lift my hands, opening and closing them to make him give me the bag. “Here you are, impatient kitten.”Giggling, I turn around with my gaze already in the bag and purr lowly, getting him to wrap his arms around me and lift me up, just as I’ve emptied the contents of the bag on the couch table. “No!” I scream, laughing and thrashing in his hold. “Let me down. I want to se
DanielleGiovanni surely never fails to keep his promises. I scrunch up my face as the stinging on my ass increases when I walk out of the dressing room, and the shop assistant pulls at my dress. “Don’t you like it?” Loredana looks up at me worried, her question causing my other friends to do the same. “Erm… No, no, I love it,” I stutter out, feeling the heat creeping up my cheeks. As if I could tell her that I’m sore because we took our playtime a bit too far. I pass my hands over the white fabric, and I clear my throat. “But does it have to be white? I really don’t want to… I don’t know… What if he freaks out?” “He won’t,” Loredana shouts, squinting her eyes at me. “Yeah. I think the bigger issue will be him having to keep his shit together not to jump you as soon as he sees you in this dress,” Angelica jokes, making everyone giggle. I roll my eyes while Amelia sighs. She is playing with a veil, passing her fingers over the embroidery as she looks up at me with tears in her
DanielleMy heart beats into my throat as I see his lost gaze refocus, and a sly grin grows on his lips. “Well played. You totally fucked me over.” “That’s.. That’s…” I try to form a coherent sentence, as instead of being angry, he seems to be overly enthusiastic. This is bad. I didn’t think this through. “That’s because you lied to me for the last five years,” I stutter lightly as I raise my chin, wanting to appear confident. “You deserved it.” He stays quiet and watches me with a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin grows. Well, fuck. I laugh as he steps closer, and I lift my finger as if I could stop him. “No, you have to stop. What are you doing?” “What do you mean ‘what are you doing?’? We are playing, right?” he asks, looking like a boy in a toy store. Acknowledging that I have fucked up, my body buzzes in excitement at discovering what he has planned out in his sick mind. And I’m totally sick in mine, too, as it seems. As suspected, he doesn‘t stop stepping clos
Danielle I walk up a set of stairs and over the terrace, the gravel crunching under my feet. As I step up to the round table in white marble, the man sitting at it in a nice suit already stands up to welcome me with open arms. “Good morning, Danielle. How are you?”“Zio Marco,” I smile as I take my last steps at a quicker pace to walk into his hug. “I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you. How are you?” He gestures to me to sit down, and I take my seat in front of him. “Ah, you know how it is. Always too many things to do and too little time.”“You have to take a few breaks for yourself, Zio. It’s important that you take care of your health. I don’t want Zia Gigia to worry too much, and we surely don’t want her to be angry at you.” A maid hands me a glass of lemonade, and I thank her before she deposits a plate of Taralli onto the table and serves my uncle his espresso. “Thank you, Evelina.” He laughs as he stirs his black coffee with his small spoon and clinks it against the cup.