In the first week of December, both Salvatore and Nicole had stayed at home and didn't do any work. He did not deal with the Mafia, nor the company, neither the nightclubs while she didn't deal with the managerial position of her company. The two had just spent time together, reading, talking, playing, and going out.
They learned quite a bit about one another by just watching, and it always had a smile form on their lips. The week they spent together, they had developed a taste for the other's presence.
However, it was a rather ill-timed vacation given that they had work to get back to before Christmas.
Today was Christmas.
As per their usual, Rosalie and Arcangelo would host a lavish Christmas dinner for their family and friends, and for this very reason, Nicole stood in her walk-in-closet, a robe over her undergarments as she was kneeling on the
The movie played on mute with the colors of the scene infiltrating the room and illuminating it in a dim glow, every other source of brightness extinguished at 11:50 p.m.Nicole lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow and ignoring the movie she had chosen and instead admired the sleeping figure of her husband.Salvatore lay on his back beside her, his right arm placed on his chest with his left hand dangling off the bed, his gaze gently tilted away from her with his usually styled black hair an unruly mess. Hesitantly, she reached out to him, running the back of her hand down his prickly jaw, smiling when he didn't stir from his sleep, realizing his sleeping habits were developing.Christmas had been an exhausting expenditure, New Years was full of drinks and parties, and then in the first week of January, they had gone to visit her parents who had been hosting a little get-togethe
The room was small and vacant of any furniture. The walls bathed in darkness and the floor a light grey in the dim lighting, the only source of light being that of the small lamp over his head. Brown and red stains marred the floor and walls with scratches spread across the boundaries, it smelt of mold and the suffocating stench of death.In the middle of it, all stood Salvatore with sweat beading his forehead, his black hair falling into his eyes as he punched at the bag hanging from the roof. Standing shirtless in the center, he landed rapid punches to the leather, the sound of skin against leather reverberating through the room as three men stood against the wall, silently watching as their boss relentlessly punched away, breathing harshly and sweat rolling down his muscled back and chiseled chest. With a heavy exhale Salvatore plummeted the bag with uppercuts, grunting at the effort and the burning in his muscles.
Salvatore told her that the Carnavale de Venicine attracted about 3 million visitors each year, and within 2 days’ time, she knew why. Thebeautiful costumes and typical Venetian maskstransformed the city in a magical way. The glamour of it all made one wish they lived in a different time period.
Nicole gasped and clutched at the sheets, her back arching off the bed and her face flushed red. Her breath came in uneven pants and tremors went through her, small mewls escaping her lips as she writhes on the bed, her hair disheveled and her chest heaving."God," She groaned, shutting her eyes tight as her knuckles turned white with her hold on the sheetsWith a startled jump, a shudder passed through Nicole as whimpers escaped her, her body sagging against the mattress afterward with her breath erratic and her head spinning due to the lack of air. With trembling fingers, she touching the base of her neck, feeling the fine sheen of sweat over her body.The mattress dipped beneath her with the movement before Salvatore's face loomed over her, smirking at the dazed expression across her face, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own, a groan escaping Nicole at the salty taste that in
"What do you mean it can't be returned?" Salvatore asked calmly, staring outside his window at the skylights before him, the Bluetooth device fixated into his ear. "You got the order wrong,""No, you got it wrong," He repeated to the man on the other line. "I ordered 40,000 AR-15magazines, I did not ask for 4000 AK-47s. Now you either get me the right delivery or I will burn down your warehouse."The chuckle the man gave on the other end had Salvatore inhale deeply before rubbing a hand over his forehead."I am sending my men to you if they do not get the AR-15s, you will be drowned in gasoline."Declining the call, he turned towards his desk, picking up the phone receiver and pressing the number 3, the line ringing twice before Piero's voice spoke up."Yes, boss?" The man inquired on the other line."T
Nicole sat hunched on the seat, Luca's figure lying on the hospital bed, wounded, bruised, and bandaged with various tubes sticking out of him as an oxygen mask covered his mouth, his face was swollen and unrecognizable. Sniffling, she sat with his hand in her own as his family was outside and talking to his doctor.Standing in the doorway, Salvatore felt an ache grow in his chest to see his wife so distraught. Stepping inside the room he went and placed a hand on her shoulder, Nicole jumping at the contact before relaxing to see him. Getting up from the seat, he was quick to envelop her in his embrace as she pressed her face into his chest."Let's go home," He murmured into her hair as she rubbed at her eyes. "It's getting late and you should rest,""But...Luca..." She tried to argue meekly, her lip wobbling."His entire family is here, sweetheart, and both the Regn
Salvatore lay staring up at the ceiling, his lamp turned on and Nicole lying beside him, asleep. He wouldn't bring himself to close his eyes, his mind too plagued with thoughts and business transactions and Mafia matters. He had managed to track down the 176,000 Euros and the man responsible, he even managed to find the man who had given away his designs and made a successful comeback. Luca was beginning to show signs of improvement, the swelling around his face having reduced considerably as he would open his eyes and look around him, but couldn't talk much as of yet.Nicole was feeling much better now too, his family was well, his nieces – Aurora and Irene – were busy preparing for a school talent show, the twins – Michele and Marina – had begun babbling nonstop and crawled all over the place, laughing and pulling down things in reach. Alessio and Serafina were well, his parent's careers were as good as ever, and A
"There is something wrong with Serafina," Salvatore spoke breathlessly, his eyes wide with panic and his complexion had gone white as a fine sheen of sweat coated him, his fingers trembling as he touched a hand to his chest, his vision blurring at the pain. "There is something wrong..."Just as those words left his mouth, his phone rang behind them on the coffee table.Nicole's gaze snapped up towards the device, her mouth running dry at the possibility of what could have happened. She had heard stories of how the twins knew when there was something wasn't right with the other, and how they had a deeper empathetic connection with each other, but she had never witnessed it, and right now, she prayed for him to be wrong.She watched Salvatore struggle to his feet, leaving her to kneel on the floor as he grabbed the device and put it to his ear.His wife could notice ho