“I pray that son-of-a-bitch rushes home to his dying father today. At least I’ll be certain that he will definitely be somebody else’s son-in-law.” Mario clearly hated Tony’s guts. “I wonder what Moira saw in that brat.”
“Enough about Tony; we have more important things to work out. And we don’t have much time before word about Moira and Angelo starts going around. What do we do about Paulo; what do we tell him and his family?” Isabella quickly changed the subject.
“OK, before we talk about what we tell Paulo, I want to know if you knew anything about this Tony boy’s existence in Moira’s life.” Mario said, sitting on the edge of the seat next to his wife.
“I most certainly didn’t… well, not the fact that they were seriously dating. She told me he was just a friend from college who had just come to town for a few weeks.
Precisely at 7:30PM, Paulo De Luca’s flight finally touched down at the airport. Having had a very successful business trip abroad, Paulo was in high spirits. His mood was perfectly complemented by the company he had on the plane; three college girls who just happened to be on the same flight, recognised and invited him for a friendly chat.The innocent fun that the four had during the entire two-hour flight made it seem like it lasted just a few minutes.Paulo, the son of Luke De Luka and considered the city’s most eligible bachelor, had done well to take advantage of his father’s nationwide popularity as the most upright businessman. The De Lucas definitely were not amoung the richest of the city but Luke’s reputation had clearly set the stage for Paulo to become very rich and famous at a young age.As expected in a community where the tradition of arranged marriages was celebrated, Paulo was li
“Luke, you of all people should know how Angelo operates. You know exactly what’s going to happen to me, Isabella and perhaps even Moira if we so much as try to pull the plug on the deal we made with Angelo.” Isabella exclaimed suggestively, hoping to persuade Luke to reconsider his stance.“I get it that you are afraid for your family, Isabella; you too Mario. But have you stopped to think about how Moira is feeling right now? You know how much she loathes Angelo; and then you had to make her go and stay with that madman… how could you?” Paulo responded angrily.“We explained the situation to Moira; she understands we have no choice and neither does she. This is an extraordinary situation which none of us could have avoided. We didn’t plan this and I hope you can understand how difficult this is for us, Paulo.” Mario negotiated.“It almost sounds to me that yo
Tony’s phone rang just as he left the Viscoli residence. He didn’t recognize the calling number but his sixth sense told him not to ignore it. After the infuriating encounter with Moira’s father, Tony was not in the best mood to make reasonable conversation. “Tony… is that you… Tony Scott?” the voice on the other end said as soon as Tony picked up the call. “Yes, who’s this?” Tony asked, half expecting it to be someone calling about his father. “It’s Ben… from the chapel. You have to meet me right now about the favour you asked of me earlier. I can’t say much on the phone, OK? I’m texting you an address, be there A.S.A.P; I’m there right now and waiting.” The phone went dead before Tony could say anything; but he was not the least bit angry at Ben for hanging up on him. All of Tony’s angry emotions from before quickly dissipated and were replaced by a sudden rush of joy. Something about Ben’s call gave him renewed hope for a miraculous solution just when he was starting to consider
Entering Angelo Manzini’s estate was reminiscent of a certain scene from the old movie Blood Diamonds which captured the heavily guarded conflict diamond fields in Africa. Moira had never seen so many armed security guards in real life, at anyone’s residence; not even the president’s. It was like they were entering some kind of bandit army base. At first she tried counting the guards but she lost count before the car went past the entrance. The guns scared her; and she wondered if she would be able to sleep at all for the next six months. Moira certainly didn’t need anyone to convince her that the next half year was likely going to be the worst in her entire life. All the way from the chapel, nobody spoke a word. Angelo’s phone had rung a couple of times but he ignored it before switching it off altogether. Moira expected him to say something… anything… even if it was just to pretend to make her mind a little settled. But Angelo just sat
To say that the day had been frustrating for Tony Scott would have been a gross under-statement. Everything that could have gone wrong with his plan to get married quickly had in fact gone terribly wrong; albeit, not in the way he could have ever imagined. Getting his bride literally wrestled from him at the altar was way beyond melodramatic. He had locked himself in his apartment since returning from Ben’s; anticipating Moira’s call which never came all afternoon and evening. Frustration kept building up and Tony was almost at the tipping point when the burner phone finally rang just before midnight. “Moira, are you alright? What’s been happening, I waited all day for your call… Ben told me about…” clearly overexcited, Tony didn’t even wait to confirm that it was indeed Moira on the other end; and couldn’t even decide what to say first to his girlfriend. “I had to be careful; it’s really awful here Tony. He
“How hard can it be to …” the line suddenly went dead as Tony frantically tried to convince his girlfriend to get aboard his escape plan. “Moira! Can you hear me, Moira?” He checked the little screen and the standby display confirmed that the call had indeed ended. “What the fuck, how do you hang up on me while we’re having the most important discussion of our relationship? And I’m just trying to help you out!” Jumping onto his feet, Tony cursed into the phone as though Moira was still on the other end. Out of frustration, he almost smashed the phone into the wall but quickly reconsidered that action when he realised that he still needed Moira to call back on the same phone. But Tony was up all night waiting for that crucial call which never came. He kept coming up with all sorts of possible explanations why the call got disconnected right when Moira was obviously annoyed by his suggestion to escape Angelo’s captivity. Whichever way he l
A vivid imagination of Angelo Manzini about to break down her door birthed an even more grisly imagination in Moira’s head; rape. Rough, forced sex in the guise of a husband rightly demanding his conjugal rights; rape all the same. She imagined the entire gang of low-lives watching and cheering their boss as he violated her. Clearly, her resistance and screaming would not deter the monster from getting his satisfaction.The fictional images flashed in Moira head as if they were a series of recent, traumatising memories; almost fooling her into believing that her nightmarish fantasies were real. Fuelled by pre-existing fears and beliefs about her new husband, whose dark reputation preceded him; Moira was terrorised by her own thoughts.Sleep would not come easily under the influence of such crippling terror; particularly bearing in mind that Moira had absolutely no one to turn to for help. All she could do was hide under the silk bed co
Still a good distance away, Angelo’s driver slammed on the brakes when he noticed that there was some sort of commotion at the gate. He could see that there was a car blocking the way, just outside the gate; and several armed guards seemed to be arguing with the driver of the car. Angelo’s driver stopped the car in the middle of the driveway and signalled Angelo to take a look at what was happening up ahead. Seconds later, one of the guards approached and informed Angelo that there was a young man who was demanding to speak with him.“Who’s it?” Angelo asked calmly.“It’s that De Luca kid, boss. He says you might be interested in what he has to say about recent developments in your personal life.” the guard said.“Luke De Luca’s kid, you said? That’s odd.” Angelo remarked, unable to hide his surprise. It was no secret that Luke De Luca despised every