PIETROPericles’s eyes were so big like he had found the most important piece of the puzzle. He just found a link to those attackers making us know that those two attacks were connected with each other. Now that we are sure that we only have one enemy, we have one less thing to worry about. Right now, all that is left for us to do was to find out who this enemy us, by forcing him to reveal himself t us. I grazed my teeth with my tongue as I pondered about the connection that the attackers has.I don’t know how to make sense with it all. I find that the similarity between them two, to be so strange and broad. It makes the whole even more harder too understand. The more I get this clues, the more clueless that I get. I feel like I’m getting farther and farther away from knowing who my real enemy was. The links between my attackers are simple… they are psychopaths. That is the only thing I could describe them. The way they attack is
LUCREZIAI sighed as soon as the two best friends joined forces to force me to leave the room. I just told Pietro to rest and don’t stress, but that stubborn man wouldn’t listen to me. I sighed once again upon the realization. Letizia used to be the person on my spot, and I used to be the person who was being stubborn. Now, Pietro’s the one being stubborn, and I’m the one who doesn’t know what to do about it. I finally found my match.Instead of wondering what they were talking about and stressing myself over something that I don’t have any control of, I decided to buy a meal instead, knowing that Pietro would be hungry.I contemplated whether I should cook a quick meal for him instead since he really liked my cooking the last time I cooked for him. However, I know to myself that if it’s me cooking, it will never be a quick meal. Instead, I ordered meal instead at a famous restaurant for takeout. Pietro will be eating his first food in three days so i
PIETROMy heart tightened when I saw Lucrezia trying to hide her tears away from me. All I wanted to do was to comfort her and make her stop crying, but I know too well that no words would comfort her. So, I just did the only thing I could instead. I hugged her. I hugged her and just like that, the weight, the things I was trying to ignore, all came upon me instantly.On the outside, I always acted strong for Lucrezia. I always acted like I have everything figured out in front of Pericles. I am Pericles and Lucrezia’s anchor. Pericles looks up to me and Lucrezia holds on to me. They gather their strength and hope from me so I couldn’t show them that I’m weak. I can’t tell them that I’m afraid, that I wanted to give up. No one knows how I’m hurting in the inside, how I’m feeling the pressure because of the weight of responsibilities that I have. I had to stay strong for all that depends on me. That’s why I understood what Lucrezia is feeling righ
EROSPietro managed to make it out alive once again. Despite of my careful plans and the long preparation that I had, Pietro still managed to make it out alive once again. I was looking forward for that party. I received a tip that he was invited to that party and knew it right then that it was my chance of finally enacting my plans to kill him. It was a great opportunity for me. The best place to kill a person where no one would highly suspect as murder. The place was well guarded with security and the media. It would be hard to hide things from the staffs of the party. It’s an easy place to rule someone’s death as suicide. All that has to happen is to drop Pietro’s body off that building so people would think that he killed himself. It doesn’t matter if his death is highly unlikely. It doesn’t matter if everyone would found no reason for his suicide. Murder in that event would be more impossible than someone jumping off the building themselve
EROS I noticed how the room went quiet as soon as I entered, making me feel how unwelcome I am in here right now. Instead of turning back and leaving the room, I walked in and made myself welcome. I’m not going to leave this place not until I see how Pietro is doing. I looked around the room to find a place to seat. As expected the room is big. It looks more like a hotel room not a hospital room. It’s really different when a rich man gets hospitalized. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how Lucrezia gave his father a meaningful look. She thought I did not saw her, I have a very observant eye. “How are you? What do you feel?” I walked towards Pietro’s bed and sat on the empty wooden chair beside his bed. Lucrezia and her family were all sitting in the couch, leaving all the seats available occupied aside from this seat.“I’m fine. There’s just small pains around the body but I will be out of the hospital soon,” Pietro answered, moving his sh
PIETROI spent two weeks on the hospital before the doctor finally gave me the go signal and told me that my body has finally recovered from all the harmful effects of what was injected on me. Since my body has already been cleared, the doctor said that there is nothing else for us to worry about since my body has already turned back to normal.Hearing this, I couldn’t help it but feel downhearted. My two weeks in the hospital were the two weeks happiest of my life. Not only because I was able to eat delicious meals because Lucrezia couldn’t cook for me. I’m glad though, that she was too busy to cook meals for me in the hospital. I don’t think I would recover this quickly if she remains to be my cook while I recover in the hospital. Being able to finally eat delicious food really made a great effect on my health. Everything felt like it happened so fast and I don’t want this to end yet. In the hospital, I was able to live as myself. There was no
LUCREZIAIt was with a heavy heart when I left the hospital, and it was selfish of me to feel that way. I should be happy that Pietro has already recovered and he suffered no severe effects from what had happened, but why do I feel a sense of loss in me that I couldn't shake away?I wish him a speedy recovery, but why did leaving the hospital feel like leaving something important behind?Pietro did not have to tell me anything, but I'm sure he also felt the same way. I noticed how he was strangely quiet in the last days we were in the hospital and how absent-minded he has been. He must have been thinking about this part of the future, but he did not say anything, just like me. Our unspoken feelings slowly corrupted us and parted us away.The corners of my lips lifted slightly when I saw that flowers had bloomed in our garden. I did not know that these plants could bloom into flowers. We were gone for two weeks, so I couldn't witness the flowers bloom. The mansion was left to our hous
LUCREZIA Letizia broke eye contact and hid her face, afraid that our father would see right through her. It was too late. I already did. I already saw the conflict in her eyes, the secret she was trying to hide.I swallowed the lump that formed inside my throat when I saw how she was crumpling in front of our father and how she was hardly trying to pull herself together. That kind of reaction from her shows how much she doesn't want to take over the family business. All this time, she wanted nothing to do with the business. She never wanted to become a part of the mafia, more so to handle it.Why didn't she tell me about it? "I'm not ready. I'm not yet ready." Letizia spoke in an uneven voice. Liar!It wasn't because you weren't ready, but because you didn't want to make your hands dirty!Letizia has always been born with a kind soul. She is the white sheep of the family. She was the kindest, the sweetest. When our father was training us in the business, she always only acted t