LUCREZIA
“Who was it?” I teared my eyes away from the key when Pericles had finally fished out his phone from his pockets right before he notices me staring at his key.
“J-just one of the guys,” Pericles answered me as he raised his eyes at me after reading the caller ID.The way he sounded when gave me his answer gave away that he was lying. Whoever was calling him, it surely wasn’t one of the guys. Pericles stands up, his phone still ringing on his hand. “I’m just going to answer this call,” he muttered before excusing himself leaving me alone at the dining room with the set of keys I think he didn’t realized that he had left with me. As soon as Pericles was gone, I grabbed the keys on the table and stared at the single key that can lock and unlock the door to the room that I am most curious at. I rubbed my thumb across the key as I thought about the lock room.&ldquoLUCREZIA The party was at full swing. Everyone had happy smiles on their faces and only Lucrezia was not. Like a glum spectator, Lucrezia sat at the farthest corner of the venue, with her elbows on the table and her chin placed on her palms, watching as the party gone by. “Pietro is still not here?” Lucrezia asked Pericles boredly who has been sitting silently beside her, allowing her to wallow in peace. Pericles sighs. He couldn’t count how many times Lucrezia had asked the same question already. If Pietro is here, she knows that he would directly go towards her. Why is she asking her such question? Isn’t the answer obvious.“I’m sure he would be here any minute now,” Pericles answers her instead after glancing at his watch. It’s already late and the party has already started thirty minutes ago, yet Pietro is still nowhere to be found.Lucrezia was so excited to see Pietro that she came early at the party. In fact, they were one of the visitors who arrived first at the party. L
LUCREZIAI couldn’t hide the smile on my face as Pietro held me gently, his hand softly placed behind my back as if I were a fragile doll as he guided me through the dance floor. I had been invited to many different parties and been to night parties, each offering different types of dances to liven up the party. However, I had never danced with any man before. It isn’t because I’m saving my first dance for Pietro – partly, yes, but it’s also because I found the whole thing to be so intimate. Imagine dancing with a man as he held you closely like this, a mere breath away from each other. It isn’t something that I’d find myself doing. I don’t know why people like it and engage in doing it even with complete strangers as partners. To me, wouldn’t that feel utterly uncomfortable and awkward?I always wondered what they liked about it, the intimate touching with your faces just inches away from each other, not until I experienced it myself as I danced with Pietro. Having Pietro holdin
LUCREZIAPietro looks at me, liking our closeness. I was kinda teasing and seducing him, but he knows how to play the game and he is a better player at it. He leans in, his lips just a few centimeters away from my ears “That was my dirty little secret,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning my earlobe. My heart raced rapidly inside my chest, and he seemed to know his effect on me. Before I could even recover from what he just did, he bit my earlobe causing a soft moan to escape my lips. Pietro pulls back with a smirk on his face while my whole face is burning red. I was so flustered, that I’m sure it had reached my ears. I looked flabbergasted in front of him and I couldn’t even compose myself, giving him a satisfying victory. This guy… He says he loves to call me fiamma mia because of the effect I have on him. Now he is learning how to share the same effect to me. “Lucrezia, control yourself. We are in the middle of a party,” Pietro whispers to me with a warning as he looks aroun
LUCREZIAI swallowed hard when I heard Fazio’s words. Tiburzio Leuzzi’s dementia is supposed to be a secret that no one should know of. Not even everyone in Tiburzio Leuzzi’s family knows about his secret. Orenzio and Concetta, along with their kids doesn’t even have any idea that he is suffering from Dementia.Tiburzio Leuzzi’s dementia is well-guarded secret. If only I wasn’t at the wrong place at the wrong time, I wouldn’t have witnessed Tiburzio Leuzzi suffering an episode of dementia. Who would have even thought that a man like Tiburzio is hiding such a secret. Tiburzio Leuzzi has always been a strong provocative man with a temper that is shorter than a matchstick. It’s hard to imagine him as a man who suffers from any mental illness.How did Fazio Serrano found out that Tiburzio Leuzzi had dementia when even Tiburzio’s own son doesn’t even know about it.My body ran cold when a chilling thought came to my mind. I looked up and secretly glanced at Pietro. I remember that he wa
LUCREZIAPietro glanced down at me when he heard me ask a question before staring back at what’s in front of him. Pietro gave out a heavy sigh as if he just got another ton of work to do because of what had happened. I watched as Agrippa and Don Tiburzio’s wife rushes out to follow them. Now that Don Tiburzio’s sickness is out in the public, this will cause a drastic change into the Leuzzi crime family. I wonder what’s going to happen to them and how this is going to affect the Commission. Don Tiburzio is the oldest Don in the Commission. He has been the Don during all the present Don’s parent’s time. Don Tiburzio just couldn’t pass the title to his son because Orenzio is a fool. He grows, but then he never matures. Aside from that, he is also short-sighted and incompetent too. If I were on Don Tiburzio’s position I will also never entrust the family business on his son’s hands. The Leuzzi crime family would crumble under Orenzio’s management. Besides, Orenzio doesn’t have the s
LUCREZIAPericles and I both waited in the car for Pietro to arrive. After Serrano made his upsetting the announcement, pushing even the hosts away from the party, everyone lost their mood to party and thought that it would shameless to stay in the party when the host themselves had already left.Thank Serrano for dampening the mood. He killed the joy out of a hundred of people tonight because of selfishness. Now that what he wished to happen is now about to happen, I hope that he will find happiness in it since it costs him a lot of people’s happiness. I yawned, causing a few tears in my eye. I don’t know how many times I had yawned already, I don’t know what’s taking the meeting so long. They were only talking about replacing Tiburzio as the Leuzzi’s Don and formally announcing Orenzio as the new Don. What’s taking them so long? I stretched my arms above me to keep myself awake. I don’t want to sleep unless I see Pietro. I caught Pericles stealing a glance at me through the rea
PIETROI had been waiting for Lucrezia to ask me this question. I thought she wouldn’t ask, but she did.Lucrezia blinked and chewed on her bottom lip as she tossed my question around in her head considering it carefully.“Lucrezia, I’m already the number one most powerful crime family in the Commission and Leuzzi is way far off behind me. I don’t need to use such a low move to drag their business down,” I told her to ease her thoughts.Base on how she looked serious right now, I could only guess that this has been bothering her mind for a long time.After all everything points towards me because it was me. I was the one who sent Serrano the tip about Leuzzi’s dementia. I was the one who wanted Tiburzio Leuzzi gone so that Orenzio could replace him. I gave the tip to Serrano anonimously because I know that he would take the opprtunity to drag the Leuzzi’s down for his own benefit.What I like the most about Serrano is his crab mentality. He would be great help to me in bringing the
LUCREZIAI stared at the ceiling as I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open as Pietro softly snores beside me. While Pietro is having the best sleep of his life, I couldn’t sleep because of I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation we had in the car.For some reasons, Pietro’s words doesn’t sit well with me. I really don’t believe that Orenzio is the man behind all of this. I don’t think it’s possible that Orenzio knew about his father’s disease beforehand and that he was the one who told Serrano about it.I couldn’t forget the surprised look on Orenzio’s face and the anger that he felt as Serano stood on the stage making accusations against his father and telling everyone that he was hiding his dementia.Even if that was all just an act, I don’t believe that Orenzio could pull all that off so perfectly. A person always leaves a hint when he lies, and his eyes always tells