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Anniversary -4
Merda!
This stronzo has his hands on my chest and is having a great time. I push him away, then start flailing my legs furiously to get to the surface. I take a deep breath when my head finally comes up. Matteo has dived in to join me, and the tears that are welling up in my eyes do not escape him. "What is wrong with you, Lulu? Did he hurt you?" I do not answer. I am far too upset about what just happened. It is my fault. It is because of the clothes I am wearing. This would never have happened if I had worn shorts and my long-sleeved Lycra. Matteo and I swim side by side to the poolside. No sooner do I put my hand on the pool's edge than I feel myself being gently lifted out of the water. Elio is there. He saw the moment the other stronzo pushed me into the water. I look down because I am too ashamed to look at him at this moment. My feet finally make contact with the tiles at the pool's edge, and I cringe slightly when IRelated chapters
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_Elio_I am completely floored by what just happened. I think I am going to have another debt to the Columbo girl, and I just created a new one for the Gabino girl. The Madonna! And they say that men are the ones who are hot-blooded! I turn my head towards the stronzo who has committed a crime against what is mine, and I approach the future Don Gabino and him with a calm step. "Speak. What did you do to piss off Maria and Valentina like that?" orders Gabino. He starts to laugh like a child who has been caught doing something stupid. My rage and his hands rise as he moves his hooked fingers twice before his future Don. "I just fiddled a little with Lulu underwater. It's her birthday, and Lucia needs to relax a bit." The future Don Gabino does not have time to react as I have already grabbed the stronzo by the hair and dragged him with me into the water. "Get out of here," I order the girls who are still around
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I go back to my office and light a cigar, but I still rant. The stronzo is dead, but that is not enough for me. The Gabino son follows me. He runs a hand through his hair and whistles to himself: "Cazzo. I screwed up, and I forgot that Lucia was under your protection." I abruptly grab his head and pull it back. "Open your mouth," I order him coldly. He contemplates me with rage but sticks out his tongue while continuing to stare at me. I take malicious pleasure in putting my cigar on his tongue while his face twists in pain. Then I release him and put my cigar in my ashtray. I walk over to my minibar and pour him some ice cubes into a crystal glass. "Lucia is not only under my protection," I inform him, handing him the glass. The Gabino son slides two ice cubes into his mouth, then frowns as he looks at me. "Lucia is my fiancée, Gabino." I can see his hands shake as he finally realizes the enormity of what has happened. Then I move closer to him to come and put a hand on his
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(Lucia: today) I open my eyes suddenly and am taken for a short moment by panic. I do not recognize the room or the sheets where I am lying. I put my hands on my face and let out a deep sigh. Merda. I spent the night with Elio. No, it's not that. We went to his apartment to have breakfast. Then he arranged for me to work from his place. We had lunch, then dinner, and then nothing. I fell asleep on the couch in his living room. I lift the blanket and almost squeal with relief when I realize I am wearing clothes. I get up but sit on the edge of the bed. I take a moment to let my feet sink into the soft carpet of the room. I move my head to get rid of the stiffness in my neck and can't help but run a hand through my short hair. I have been dreaming all night. I dreamed of my youth, of Elio, of us. Why? I never dreamed of that. I never needed or wanted it. It's as if my brain was making me remember something important. Something that would have happened eleven years ago.
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Our journey lasted less than two minutes, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek when I see men standing guard outside my apartment. "Signora Lucia, Don Elio," they say when they recognize us. "I hope he is paying you good money for night shifts to guard an empty apartment," I tell them wryly. The two guards start laughing softly and move aside as I unlock my door. "Are you hungry?" I ask them before closing behind me. "No, Signora Lucia. It's nice of you to always think of us," one of the guards replies. "It's good to have you back with us," he adds, and I can't help but smile at him.I take off my coat while Elio just watches me without saying anything. He stands with his hands against the island in my kitchen that separates my living room. The way he looks at me adoringly when it's just the two of us still intimidates me despite the years. "What?" I ask him as I hang my coat on the metallic rack on the hallway wall. "You make me happy, Luce dei miei occhi," he simply rep
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Elio serves me water. Then he takes me by the hand and pulls me to my room. He lies me down on the bed and covers me by pulling the big blanket under my chin. Then, his hand comes to rest on my belly while the other caresses my cheek. I frown as I realize that something is deeply wrong. "Sole mio... how can I be two months pregnant when it's only been two weeks since Santo came for me?" "It's been exactly two weeks and two days, amore mio," he replies. My hands tremble and rest on his hands. I wouldn't say I like the glint in Elio's midnight-blue eyes. He is looking at me with the satisfaction of having accomplished a perfect stroke. "Do you really need to know that much, Luce dei miei occhi?" "What have you done to me again?" I cut him off immediately, and I can't manage to hide the anger in my voice. "Shhh, Shhh, Shhhh," he mutters. "It's not good for our baby that you are getting upset. Go to sleep, Amore mio. And, tomorrow, I will tell you everything with Matteo." He is
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"You can't have children normally anymore, Lulu." I gently lay the cereal box on its side. I can feel my hands shaking and a lump rising in my throat. "What exactly does that mean: normally?" Matteo walks over to me and lays his hands flat against the cold marble of the island. Then he takes a deep breath. "Three years ago... the day of the accident. Elio had to make a decision in order to save you." Matteo is cautious of me, but I do not show him any emotion. I just want to know what these men have been hiding from me all along. "Do you remember the day you saw Elio in his hospital room, Lulu?" I nod as I feel a teardrop in the corner of my eyes. How could I forget that day? "That day, several doctors were in the room next to Elio," he comments. "Yes, there were. Doctors for organ donation," I say mechanically. Matteo nods, then purses his lips for a moment. I can see the doubt, remorse, and guilt in him. "There were two other doctors. Fertility experts, Lulu..." I raise
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I am stunned by what Elio has just told me. We remain silent for long seconds without being able to detach our glances from each other. I... I never wanted this. I never expected him to eliminate everyone connected to the accident. Except... maybe? I don't... I don't know anymore. Everything is confusing and jumbled in my head. I want to scream. I am terrified of what I've forced him to do, even without realizing it. I feel my heart pounding. Elio has avenged our children. I feel a rush of warmth gradually invading my chest. An unspeakable and immeasurable joy fills my head and my soul. My body finally warms up. A weight finally seems to leave my shoulders, and my heart starts beating with more strength. I am alive. I am alive, and he still offers me the opportunity to be a mother. Elio wants me by his side. Elio wants me to carry his children, this me who is broken in my flesh and soul. "Amore..." I won't let him finish his sentence, and I jump on him. My finge
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I nod slowly. I am torn, once again, between several conflicting emotions. I don't know what to think about all this, but one thing is sure now: I am carrying Elio's child inside me. My mind is now clear on this, and I will never allow my child to grow up without his father. It only took us an hour to change and go home. Just as I head to our conjugal room, Elio grabs my hand and pulls me to another hallway in the Villa. "Where are you taking me?" I ask him, intrigued. "To my room," he answers. "Your room? I don't understand, sole mio. Our room is here..." He glances over his shoulder at me and continues to lead me toward an area of the property that I thought was part of the employee quarters. The air around Elio seems to change, becoming icier with each additional step he takes. It's not my husband standing before me, but Don Ganovese. "Amore mio. From the day you left, I never used this room again, and I made sure that it remained perfectly as you left it. But, I can swe
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