The feeling of betrayal, shame, and sorrow overwhelmed him. He wanted to kill her right there, but it was necessary to be calm.
"You saw wrong, Giovanni. I swear." She started crying, but he didn’t believe her. Suddenly, another cell phone started playing. The sound came from her purse. Giovanni made a signal and one of his men caught him. Natasha screamed desperately. "No. No, no, no." "Want to be saved? Answer as if nothing is happening." He instructed coldly. She obeyed. "Hi, Rosso. I’m getting the package. Wait there for another 5 minutes." A male voice said. And Giovanni was angry. That was the proof he needed. His body contracted from anger, but he had to be cold. A small silent bomb was tied in her hands. Everyone was quiet and hid, but Natasha knew that there were several guns pointed at her head. His heart was torn between protecting her and shooting the bomb on purpose to see his wife fall apart. Wife, that word seemed so wrong in your mind at that time. A truck arrived, several Russians came down, it was noticeable by the language they spoke. They greeted Natasha until they noticed something wrong. The bomb in her hands. The men tried to escape, but the Italians killed them quickly. Natasha screamed, afraid that they would hit the bomb. However, it did not happen. "Arrest her. And clean up this mess." Giovanni ordered. At the end of the night, he knew what he had to do. Betrayals were not allowed and were his wife’s. Well, the husband himself had to do the job. His men had bound her with chains in a tight chair. She cried compulsively, but Giovanni no longer had any reaction or Piety. Only anger dominated her being. "Giovanni. Dear, please." Natasha tried to beg again, but upon noticing her cold eyes, she stopped.Her gaze was directed at her when he pointed the gun at her head. And a smile appeared on her face.
"Is it funny to keep up your charade for so long, you bitch? " he asked, staring at her gaze. "Yes, it is." Natasha replied without emotion. " But, not everything was a farce." "No?" he asked coldly. "I still love you. And our children." "Great way to demonstrate. Like a traitor." "I’m faithful to my family." "I thought we were your family." Giovanni countered, with inner sadness. " You’re someone who must have made our children to arrest me, manipulative bitch." he said, holding her chin. He put the gun even closer to her head. "I swear I won’t." she said with a coldness and seriousness worthy of a mafia woman. " I love our children, they are my treasures. I would never use them to manipulate you." But at that moment, Giovanni could not believe anything else. "Are the children really mine?" Now her expression has become a mixture of sadness and anger. "Of course they are. I would never do something like that. Laura and Lorenzo are your legitimate children. I..." "A bitch who cheats on her husband for years can do anything." "Giovanni, dear, I swear..." her bright eyes looked at him, begging him to believe her. "If you swear, you shouldn’t have betrayed our family." "Russia is also my family." And with his hands trembling with hatred, Giovanni shot. Without guilt, sadness or sentimentality. He just did his job. But still, you know. The shadow of that woman still haunted him and, even though he had done so many DNA tests, something inside him seemed not to love those children as his. He came home that day, rubbed all the blood that had come from her toward his body and promised you no more traitors in your family. He would not allow love or let himself be deceived again, and as for children.Giovanni left the room and ordered all of Natasha’s photos removed from the house.
Lorenzo woke up that day, his eyes startled to see his father’s expression.
"Dad, what’s going on?"
Something twisted inside Giovanni. Being called a father reminded him of that woman and even if the children were identical to him, the doubt now ran through his heart.
"Nothing to worry about, Lorenzo. Go back to sleep."
"Where is the mother?" the boy asked with a certain ingenuity.
And Giovanni looked at him coldly.
"She’s not coming back, Lorenzo. Forget her. She’s dead."
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Giovanni threw his head back against the back of the chair. The Martini moved in his glass as he smoked a cigarette.
That scene flashed in his mind several times. Some unfortunate man slammed the door. He was supposed to shoot the person or ignore it, but Giovanni heard her voice. And something inside him caved.
Aria was tired of lying so long, so she decided to walk a little. Even if the crutches were her companions.Laura was asleep, but she wondered where Lorenzo and Cass were.However, her monologue was interrupted upon hearing the voice of the Roman Lord."Hey, Miss Ricci. Since you’re here, can you hand over some papers for Giovanni? Can you?" Mateo asked, he seemed eager."Of course, Mr. Romano, why not?" She replied, she really had nothing to do.She took the papers that would get a little dented, but since he was trusting her..."Thank you. If I don’t hurry. Alissa will run away from me again."He ran out while Aria knocked on the door."Mister Mancini, are you there? I brought some papers that Mister Romano asked me to.""Come in." She heard his ho
Screams.Smoke.Fire.Blood.Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him.He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time.“Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”“I don't care, Anne. That's your job to sort out. The children have to accept someone. There's no time to deal with them.”“There is one last option, sir, but I think your children's wish is...”“Then bring that last option and don't disturb me any more for today.” He said, turning off his cell phone without even saying goodbye.As the car left its trail of destruction behind, someone woke up gasping in the cold of the night.The images were still fresh in his mind, screams, smoke, fire, blood, death.It all seemed so recent, as if 12 years had not passed.
When Aria arrived at the Mancini house, she was surprised by the amount of security. Well, if I were her, I’d like to keep your kids safe, too. The housekeeper Giulia answered and Aria thanked her for the education. She presented the whole house and the functioning of things there. "Children can be a little difficult. Many have already said goodbye. But I ask you to understand. They suffer greatly from the absence of their father." Aria stated. She somehow understood these children. Being without her parents was difficult. She smiled when she saw a 5-year-old girl and a 17-year-old boy. They both looked at her angrily. "This is Laura and Giovanni, Aria."- Giulia introduced them. "Children, this is Miss Ricci.""Pleasure, I will take care of you from today. I hope we got along." Laura just showed her tongue and cried out:"We don’t want you here." The child ran into the room and locked himself in. Lorenzo also did not address her. He did a quick research on her life and found no
Giovanni wouldn’t want to be here today, especially when that random woman left his mind full of distractions. The man in front of him was terrified, fear could be seen in his eyes, but there was no forgiveness for traitors. Especially those who used their power to abuse children. "Please, please, boss, it’s a lie. I swear I didn’t do anything. I would never touch a child." he said tied to his chair. Giovanni did not answer, he just focused on hitting the man, discounting all of his anger, while that woman’s words came into his mind. It wasn’t his fault, it was that damn woman who took him away from his kids years ago. Doubt would never leave his mind or the hatred he felt for his children. Who was that nanny to say what she didn’t know? Did she know who he was? Who was she talking to? The abuser was tired of trying to fight, but the worst would come. At that moment, Giovanni already had his face and shirt full of blood. How dare that girl? If that son of a bitch, in front of h
The next day was a mess for Aria. She got up early, making sure she was well dressed this time and would not be embarrassed if her boss was still at home. Aria came down the stairs and called her sister. "I know, Cass. But, Mr. Mancini said there will be no problem, don’t worry, all right? I’ll be there soon to help you prepare everything." "Is your sister worried?" Aria leapt at Giovanni’s voice. The man was really, really sneaky. "Good morning, sir." she said, nervous. " Yeah, she’s a little worried about being a nuisance." "She won’t be. I promise and I keep my word." Giovanni said, approaching her, staring at her with his cold eyes and making her shudder. "Daddy. You’re home." Laura screamed, running up to him. Giovanni gave a smile. Not even he could resist such cuteness. "Good morning, dear," he said hugging her. Aria smiled at the scene. Was she wrong about him? Curiosity made her look at Lorenzo, who did not seem to have the same impression of her. Perhaps she was r
Today was a complicated day for Aria. It was the first official day she would go out with Laura and also the first day of Cassandra’s new high school. But she didn’t seem to be worried about it. Cassandra got up and said good morning to everyone. She walked slowly through the place until she accidentally ran into a vase and almost broke it. Cassandra did not hear anything falling, but she herself slipped, but was caught by someone. "Phew, I caught you in time." Lorenzo said, relieved. "I’m sorry, Lorenzo. I ended up being a nuisance to you." "It was nothing. It’s not your fault. Come on, let’s have breakfast." He took her hand and she allowed it. Lorenzo smiled, happy. ------ After breakfast, everyone got in the car and Alissa took them to their destinations. Houen College was the first, the most prestigious college in Italy and in which only children of billionaires studied. At least that’s what Aria knew about him. In fact, it was one of the colleges, from a network all ove
Aria woke up sleepily. She noticed that she couldn’t move, something was holding her hands. A rope probably. The place where she was was was dark and bleak. However, she could notice several armed men leaning against the walls. And a red-haired man pointed his gun at her. His shirt was open and he was wearing sunglasses. "Look at Mancini’s new whore. What a cutie. Finally, one decided to stay with him. Even in the same house is living." He said, approaching and squeezing her face."What do you want? Where is Laura?" she asked, even afraid, ignoring him. "Bring the mouse." He ordered.Laura had her mouth gagged with duct tape. The child cried and ran to Aria when she saw her."How dare you do that to a child?" Aria screamed."Who cares?" The man laughed. " The Mancini have been screwing up my company for a long time. There’s nothing fairer than me being rewarded, is there?Laura looked at Aria scared. She had prepared for moments like that. But her childish mind still couldn’t proce
Giovanni observed the roles in front of him. The Russian mafia was back against him. Would it be the work of that person? He couldn’t tell at the time.At the same time that Aria and Laura were kidnapped, Spezia Dolce bakery had suffered an accidental fire. That Giovanni was sure it was no accident.The Russians were declaring war on him after all. Just because of the fall of the company’s stock? It wouldn’t be a silly reason, but it was a weak reason. At least they were already taking care of it.He waited for the phone to be answered. For sure, the deputy chief should be spending his time with someone."Hey, boss. To what do I owe the honor of your call today?" Mateo said gasping across the line."Mateo, do you know what happened yesterday?""Of course I know, boss. Laura and the nanny were kidnapped by the Russians. You need me to torture them?"