บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King’s Chubby Obsession : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Over the Atlantic. 40,000 Feet.The flight back to New York was silent.The silence was really bad. It felt like something was pushing down on me. I could not breathe. This feeling was even worse, than when people were screaming. The silence was very heavy. It was suffocating me.Lorenzo was sitting on one side of the cabin. I was sitting on the side of the cabin. Lorenzo had not looked at me since we got on the plane. He had his laptop open. He was typing really fast. There was a glass of whiskey sitting next, to him but he had not touched it.I had on a pair of grey sweatpants and a hoodie that Giovanni found in the emergency luggage on the jet. The sweatpants and hoodie made me feel really small. I felt like a kid who got in trouble at school and had to go to the principals office. Now I was being taken home by a parent who was not happy, with me. The grey sweatpants and hoodie did not make me feel any better."Lorenzo " I said quietly. My voice sounded super loud, in the airplane

Day 4 of Lockdown.I was done crying. I was done feeling sorry for myself.Lorenzo had called me a liability. He had said I couldn't help.Watch me, I thought.I sat on the edge of the massive king-sized bed. The room was silent. I had no phone. No laptop. No tablet. Lorenzo had stripped the room of anything that could transmit a signal.But he had forgotten one thing.I looked at the wall opposite the bed.Mounted there was an 85-inch 8K Smart TV.It was designed for watching movies, but like every smart device, it had an operating system. And that operating system had a web browser.It was clunky. It was slow. Typing with a remote control was a nightmare. But it was a window to the outside world.I grabbed the remote. I muted the volume so the guards outside wouldn't hear.I opened the browser.I started searching. Not for news about the attacks—Lorenzo had already shown me those—but for Sebastian St. Clair.I pulled up every article, every interview, every paparazzi photo from the

⁠New York City. 8:00 AM.⁠I woke up to the smell of coffee and the soun⁠d​ of ra‍in hittin‌g‍ the glass.For a secon⁠d, I‍ panic⁠ked, thi‍nk‍ing I w​a⁠s ba‌ck i⁠n the "prison" rout​ine.​ Then I looked at the bedroom door.​It was⁠ slightly aj⁠ar‍.I wasn't l​o‍cked in.I got out of b‌ed, s⁠hower‍ed, an⁠d dressed i​n th​e only clothe‌s I‍ had that looked se⁠m​i-professional—a b‌lack tur‍tle​neck and trou‍se‌rs G‌iovanni had retrieve⁠d from m⁠y old closet a⁠t t‍he Estate.I‍ wa⁠lk⁠ed out i​nto‌ the living room.The metal s‌hutters w‍ere hal⁠fway u‌p, letting‌ in the grey morning‍ light. Th⁠e gua⁠rds were sti‌ll there, but they nodd‍ed at me respectfully.‍"Morning, Mrs. More​tti," one of them said.Mrs. Moretti.⁠ It s⁠ounded different today. Y⁠es‌terday⁠, I‌ was a⁠ l​ia​bility. T⁠o‍da‍y, I wa​s t‌he woman who ti‌l​ted​ a ship.I found Lorenzo in th‌e‍ ki​tchen. He w‍as dressed in a‍ charcoal s​uit, looking sharp, dangero⁠us, an‌d u‍tte‍rly exhausted‌. He w‌as reading a tablet wh‌ile dr

The Penthouse. Two Days Later.The Cold War had officially started.After that meeting in the boardroom Lorenzo became very cold, to me. He built a wall of ice around himself that was so thick I was surprised it did not snow in our living room. Lorenzo did not yell at me. He did not lock me in my room. He just ignored me completely it was like I did not exist to him Lorenzo erased me from his life.The person I live with left before I woke up. The person I live with returned after I went to sleep. If the person I live with and I crossed paths the person I live with gave a nod and kept walking.He was taking it out on me because I showed him that he was wrong. The fact that I made him feel scared was really getting to him so he was punishing me for that too for making the person that is him feel fear.I was sitting at the kitchen island. I was staring at my reflection in a spoon. The kitchen island was in front of me and I was looking at my reflection in the spoon. My reflection in the

The Penthouse. 6:00 PM.We drove back, to the city without saying a word. Giovanni was always looking in the rearview mirror he did this every ten seconds. The city was not far away but it felt like it was taking forever to get there. Giovannis behavior was really getting to me I started to feel a little paranoid I mean what was Giovanni looking for in the rearview mirror was someone following the car was something wrong Giovannis actions were making me feel uneasy the paranoia that Giovanni had was contagious it was spreading to me.When we walked into the penthouse the feeling, in the room was really different. The penthouse did not just feel cold the penthouse felt like it was going to explode at any moment.Lorenzo was home early. He was walking back and forth in the living room. Lorenzo had a glass of whiskey in his hand. Lorenzo looked really upset like an animal that wants to get out of a cage. Lorenzo was pacing around the room the whiskey, in Lorenzos hand. He just looked lik