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
Salvatore stood looking into the room where Alessio sat hunched at his sister's bedside with her limp hand clasped in hers. It had almost been a week and he never left her side. The mafia Boss had taken the twins under his wing, having them close by, and most of the time looking after them wasn't much of a hassle, but then there were days where they wouldn't stop crying, wanting their parents.The Regnante's had decided that they all would take turns watching after Serafina, and given that she was in the ICU, no more than one person was allowed inside. That one person was always Alessio who hadn't moved from his place since she had been admitted.Everyone had tried convincing him to go home and rest, but he refused.Currently, Salvatore waited for his father to come and take up the shift, standing in grey dress-pants with a white button-up under a black waistcoat and black tie, his blazer dr
Salvatore stood in a two-piece navy blue pinstriped suit with a pinstriped white undershirt, picking up a watch as he looked at his collection of ties, wondering which one to match with his attire."Look!" Nicole squealed as she bounded into his closet in a black halter pencil skirt dress that hugged her in all the right places and accentuated her curves as she spun for her husband. "And it has pockets!" She exclaimed in delight before putting her hands into them to show him with a wide grin, a small smile quirking at his lips at her antics."Beautiful," He commented as he fastened the watch into place.She giggled before bouncing back to her closet to finish getting dressed, Salvatore shaking his head at his wife.Looking back at the racks of ties, he picked out a blue paisley tie and began fastening it around his collar before picking out a pocket square to match.
Nicole lay on her side beside Salvatore, gently running her hand over his back with him sleeping soundly. It had been almost 3 days since he finally managed to get some sleep, but that also with Nicole rubbing his back and she was too afraid that he'd wake up if she stopped, and for that very reason she resumed the movement at 2 a.m. in the morning; hoping that he'd get as much as sleep before he took over Arcangelo's turn at the hospital.She didn't dare move, no matter how uncomfortable she might be, or how her arm may be getting numb, she wouldn't move, much too well acquainted with her husband's sleeping habits.Inhaling deeply, she slowly ran her hand up and down his back, gauging by his breathing in the dark and let out a relieved whoosh of air to know that he was still asleep. No soon had the relief arrived when a knock sounded on the door and forced Nicole to hold her breath before wanting to curse when Salv
Nicole lay sprawled across the bed, one of the twins sitting before her and playing with her hair while the other tried climbing onto her back."You two are adorable, but I am exhausted," She sighed at the little boy before her who took a fist full of her brown tresses and tried to eat them. "And this isn't food," Nicole pried her hair out of his hands and placed a kiss on his cheek as he giggled."Hello," A voice spoke from the entrance as she lifted her head up to see her mother and father-in-law standing in the doorway with warm smiles."Oh! Hey!" Nicole greeted and sat up, the little girl whining as her stepping stone disappeared.Getting off the bed, she went and hugged them both as they returned the gesture before they were ushered inside. Rosalie went over to Marina while Arcangelo grabbed Michele and lifted him in the air, laughing in triumph when the baby gi
Sighing tiredly, Salvatore pulled off the t-shirt he wore, lazily stretching out on the bed before covering his eyes with his arms. Inhaling deeply he took hold of his phone and checked to see if he had any messages."What are you doing?" Nicole's voice inquired in exasperation as he scrolled through the device."Just checking for messages,""We agreed, Salvatore," She admonished and plucked it from his hands before putting it onto his side table."Fine, fine," He relented and lay back on the bed. "No phone,""That's right," She grinned at him and hitched up her silken nightgown to straddle his waist watchingSalvatore let out an exhale before she intertwined their fingers together. "No phone,""This is new," Salvatore noticed the grey satin nightgown she wore that was pooled up to her thighs.
Every single one of the Regnante family had been moved to the estate.Salvatore would rather that they all stay home, but given their careers, they couldn't afford that and were now provided with an entourage of 5 men per person.After the attack on his parents, Salvatore had become increasingly more worried and paranoid about their safety, he had begun sleeping even less and getting him to eat something had become a virtual impossibility. Nicole had been watching his behavior grow increasingly erratic for the initial few days: having put his family on house arrest before Arsenio talked sense into him after which he enforced the entourage of five men.Then after the initial unpredictable behavior dissipated, he fell quiet. He hardly spoke, lost interest in his work, grew increasingly fatigued day by day, and there was the constant look of guilt about him which had Nicole choking back t
Nicole sat with her back to the armrest with her legs over Salvatore's lap, an art pad in her lap as she drew her husband's concentrated expression as he read the file in hand with sunlight pouring over him. His wife clicking her tongue when he moved his head, grasping his chin into her hand and fixing the direction as he let her do as she willed. Leaning back again, her eyes drifted to her cup of coffee, going to reach for it before realizing her husband's breakfast was untouched."Salvatore, you have to eat something," Nicole sighed as he flipped through a file in his hand, slowly sipping his coffee. "You didn't even eat dinner yesterday,""I'm not hungry," He murmured in response and clicked his pen, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he blinked at the words."Baby, please eat something," She found herself pleading more often nowadays.Her husband had lost