Todos os capítulos de The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Maria. I felt giddy, and butterflies danced in my stomach as I went through the rows and rows of clothes that I had. A date. I can’t believe we are going on one today. I stared at my wardrobe, conflicted on what to wear. I have enough clothes, but right now I wish I didn’t. It’s morning, and this is my first date with Luciano, so I need to put on something simple. I went through my clothes for a while before deciding on a flowy dress; I let my hair down and wore flats. I was happy even though I had no idea where he was taking me. I use my cologne and stare at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving my room. I took the stairs one after the other but paused when I saw him at the bottom of them; my cheeks went hot immediately, but that didn’t stop me from going down. I stopped before him and held the hem of my dress. I haven’t thought about how he would react to me in this dress, especially since I wasn’t putting on a bra. I couldn’t wear one with this dress; it’s

Luciano. All week I have been bothered by my brother and Kyle who keep on asking when. They wanted to know why I was delaying this and wasn’t doing anything about it. They wanted to know why I was slacking. Me? Slacking? They think I couldn’t do this anymore because of my wife, they think I was ready to leave everything aside, forget the pain my brother and I went through because I feel for her. But that wasn’t it, I wasn’t going to stop this plan. Not today and not another day. I was given a chance to end this bullshit and come clean. I’ve always known what Mariana and I had wasn’t something that would last, yes we both feel the same about each other but the truth that was lying between us was so deep and so heavy that I fear she wouldn’t be able to wrap her head around this once she finds out. But I’ve decided to get over it today, tell her about it, and end this endless race in a circle. I was going to tell her, though I was scared of how she would react—I know she wa

Mariana. He wasn’t trying to scare me; he was stating facts. He was going to kill my father. As I sat on this bed, I tried to come up with any excuse for my father, but my mind felt empty. A part of me kept telling me this was true—that he was guilty—but another part wouldn’t believe it. This was my father we were talking about. The same person who had protected my sister and me all our lives. He wouldn’t let any man come near us or look at us twice, and now Luciano wanted me to believe he was a bad man who… who watched another woman get killed and raped… God, I couldn’t even say the word. It felt like I was going to throw up. “Why…,” I stopped myself and licked my lips. “Why didn’t you tell your father? Why did you keep it to yourself, even knowing your father was going to protect you?” I asked. The moment the question left my mouth, he burst into laughter. “Do you think I would do something as stupid as putting my brother's life in danger? Your father has eyes everywh

Mariana. My body was warming up with each passing second; the air became hotter, making it difficult to breathe. I kept trying to grab something, but there was nothing within my reach; everything was blurry. I heard a groan beside me and slowly turned toward the sound, a scream tearing from my mouth as soon as I saw the blood. So much blood. Then a man appeared, pounding the side of the car, again and again, until the window broke. “Everything is going to be okay now. Just sleep.” •••• I woke up with a start, my entire body soaked in sweat as I tried to recollect the dream I had just experienced. It was the same as before: blood, a car, and nothing else. I hadn’t been able to interpret what the dream meant. The man in my dream resembled my father so much, but I refused to believe it was him. It wasn’t him. I might have had that dream because of the lies ingrained in my mind. That was the only reason I was dreaming like this—because of what he had said. I let out a sigh an

Mariana. I got up and returned to the spot where I had been standing, waiting for Father to come back. However, after not seeing him for a while, I decided to go out instead. He wasn’t outside his office door, which meant he had either gone out to make a call or was in the living room. My heart raced as I walked back to the living room. I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant. Did that mean Luciano was lying? Did my father have nothing to do with what Luciano had said? But that couldn’t be right. Luciano would never fabricate a story like that if it hadn’t happened. If the evidence he had just shown me wasn’t in his office, then it must be somewhere in this house. Luciano was still sitting in the spot where I left him, but he wasn’t alone. Emilia was sitting on the other couch, trying to engage him in conversation even though he seemed uninterested. His eyes lit up slightly when he saw me, but I looked away quickly. I didn’t want him to see that my eyes were searching for my fath