The doctor had told us that Mariano should stay in the hospital for atleast another week. He was fine, but they wanted to keep a check on him. Mariano was...a little against that idea. He wanted to go home. But in the end I did convince him to stay, and he begrudgingly accepted. He did get, a private room, though. Turns out the Riveras had actually financed a wing of the hospital, which was the reason they enjoyed so much prestige her. I had just thought it was a mafia thing.
I was currently in Mariano's room just chilling around him when Emilio peeped in through the door.
"Hey!" He greeted me, and handed me a packet. "I got you a proscuitto sandwich."
Yum.
"Thanks!" Mariano chimed in, "I'm really hungry."
Emilio hesitated. "Its not for you. The nurse will get you your food, fratello."
I giggled. Mariano had been begging me to get him food from the outside.
"Thanks, Emilio." I told him gratefully, and he left.
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He proposed the very day he was discharged from the hospital. Naturally, I was shocked beyond words. We'd known each other for all of a few months. I'd told him it was too early. But he'd insisted, and said we didn't have to get married right away."I'll wait." He'd said. "I just want my ring on your finger."So I'd said yes.We'd waited five years, until I had graduated, and had had a job for a year,Working was tough - being a mafia girlfriend and all. And I had to wear a bracelet every day to hide the black rose tattoo on my wrist which signified my allegiance to the Italian mafia.I was Donna, and Mariano had insisted that I just stay at home because he made money that was more t
Mariano and I had been married for 5 years now. It had been pleasant. No scratch that, it had been absolutely lovely being married to Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera.We loved each other so much, so hard, we needed nothing else.It was around 10 am on a rainy Sunday morning. I was in bed, naked, just having woken up. Mariano had had a meeting early in the morning so he'd left, leaving me in bed alone. I was about to leave this soft haven when the door to our room opened and Mariano stepped in."Good morning,dolcezzaBella." He said."Morning." I said, then rolled over to stare at him. "You're up early. And you're all dressed up."He was wearing h
For the last few months, there had been, only about, four days, when I had a good night's sleep. I had demons. And the night reminded me exactly why. My demons appeared vividly in my dreams. Each time I tried to forget, they reappeared. I couldn't escape them, no matter how hard I tried. This was something I was sure I would never escape, something that would always remain a part of me. Sometimes it felt like my past was embedded into my soul, I could feel its remnants flow through my body every passing day.My dreams - nightmares - were characterised by similarity. Most days, it was like an episode on repeat. Some days though, it was more real, more horrifying, and I felt everything down to my bones. It was
I was so glad that only Luca, and not Alessandro was the one taking me home. I really didn't like that guy. He was scary and looked like a cannibal. I kept thinking he’d rip out a part of my skin and chomp on it in front of my eyes."Ti sei divertito , giglio?"Luca asked as I strapped myself in the passenger seat of his Bugarti.(Did you have fun, lily?)
He was here. Don. Don was here. I did not have it in me to face him. We would be meeting again; I had known that. But this...soon? I was not so sure about that. What if he’d decided today was the day I died? What if he wanted to kidnap me and sell me to a cannibal? What is he sold me to Alessandro?!I told my co-worker, Millie to take his table. She looked at me weird - because, who'd deny a chance to wait on that sexy piece of a man?She pushed her chest into his face, smiling coquettishly at him as she asked him what he wante
We pulled in back to where I had been last night. The old decrepit building where Luca had brought me. Did he live here? He looked rich enough. He could rent a small flat, at the least?"Do you live here?" I asked Mariano the moment we stopped."Sometimes."
I followed Mariano up the stairs that Aria had just come from. His steps were deliberately slow. I was getting pissed. What exactly was happening here? I was dying, dying of anxiety."You called me yours." I said to him. He turned around to look at me once, then commenced walking, entering a large room with a mahogany desk. The same room where we had first met."This is my offic
I had expected his floor to be…well...plain. But it was actually nice. Welcoming. Warm. I’d expected all darkness and dullness and boring décor. But I kind of liked it, actually."This is nice." I smiled at Mariano.He grunted. "My mom decorated it. My house is better, I swear."I laughed. "Sure."