89: Sacrifices

Pov: Andre

Mária had rented out an entire high end Italian restaurant for the occasion, to ensure that we would be uninterrupted during the entire discussion.

She was over the top like that, and I didn't mind, seeing as it was my papa's money and I hadn't wanted to accommodate her in my office where thoughts of bending Bianca over my desk and taking her from behind seemed to resurface everytime I blinked.

She donned a white fur jacket and black jumpsuit with long diamond earrings and an equally large diamond set of rings on her fingers. Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet.

She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy.

"Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly.

Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolt