The heavy silence followed us with a startled intake of breath from Dante’s side as his wide eyes looked at me. He was probably wondering why would I slap Silvio when I had been crying and worrying for the past week. That night Seb forcefully locked me in the room when I refused to cooperate. After that day, I refused to talk to him or even eat anything. When the fatigue started getting to me, I lost consciousness on the third day, and Margaret got me on IV. By the fourth day, she started coaxing me into eating saying how I needed to think about my patients first. I obeyed. Ate a tiny amount of vegetable soup and some bread. It was not like I was on a strike or anything, I just didn’t have any appetite. And yesterday, I went to the clinic. Hardly spent four hours there before I had another panic attack. Seb had to get me home. He assured me that Silvio would be home today. And still, I refused to talk to him. It was only two hours ago when he told me that Silvio landed in Italy.
Two years... it felt like an eternity. As we all sat around the dining table, with Silvio as always beside me and Dad along with Olivia on opposite sides. Micah sat beside me with Dante to his left. None of us said anything when Alfred served us. I kept stealing glances at Dad and Olivia now and then, still shaken up and shocked. But as much as I looked at them, my heart filled with wholesome joy. “How are you, Dad?” I asked, my voice betraying the shock that still lingered. He looked up from his plate, his green eyes briefly met mine before he bobbed his head. “I’m fine…the surgeries went well.” I swallowed, and couldn’t bring myself to ask about the cancer. When he noticed my lowered eyes, he continued. “I’m receiving radiation therapy and chemotherapy from the world’s best doctor. Don’t worry I’ll be fine before you know.” He gave me a gentle smile. The spoon in my hand felt cold as I processed his words. “And the money?” Dad’s eyes moved to Silvio who ate in silence with his
I could sense it. Even felt it seeping down my skin as his fingers unconsciously played with the fabric of my jeans. The warmth penetrated my flesh from his touches. I couldn’t resist him. And he knew it. Silvio swept his gaze over to me. “Aren’t you tired?”“I…I guess.” Alfred, aiuta gli ospiti a entrare e assicurati che siano a loro agio.” Silvio said in Italian with his deep gravelly voice. Alfred bowed his head. He then turned his attention back to me, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile I couldn’t comprehend. “Shall we?” I hated how his both English and Italian accents did things to me. I glanced at Papa and Olivia. “If you need anything, tell me please.” Papa nodded while Olivia helped him up. He looked healthier than before but he was not fully recovered. Alfred guided them down to the left wing of the mansion as I watched with lingering anticipation. Dante soon took his leave too, saying something about patrolling the areas before sleeping. Micah yawned
The idea of being punished was difficult for me to comprehend, but the notion of disappointing Silvio was even worse. I still felt horrified by the prospect of Silvio punishing me, as I realized that I had openly challenged his authority in front of his subordinates. He would not cease until I humbled myself and begged him to relent.“I’m sorry,” I said, swallowing hard. I knew that it had begun and that I would submit to Silvio. My naked body shivered as his fingers teased my erect nipples. “You don’t know what sorry is,” Silvio whispered in my ear biting the ear love. “But you will be screaming it by the time I’m done with you.” I was a slave for him. I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t hold it. I wouldn’t deny it, and not even try to hide it. I felt my face flame red and I felt my throat get drier. He was still completely in control of himself and though I felt nervous, I nodded my head ready to take whatever he was going to give me. I knew I could not run, couldn’t walk away from
The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow on the patio where Olivia and I sat, sipping tea in companionable silence. The soft clinks of our mugs mingled with the distant hum of evening. Fatigue clung to me after a long day at the clinic, but the familiar comfort of my sister's presence eased the weight. The patio lanterns flickered, painting a tranquil scene, yet beneath it all, a subtle ache lingered, words unspoken between us.It had been two years since I last saw her. And now that she was in front of me, everything was so surreal, a cascade of emotions flooding back in an overwhelming rush.Her once mid-length chestnut locks were chopped off, reaching her shoulder in straight lines. I always envied how her hair was shiny and beautiful, unlike my wavy ones. She looked towards the end of the garden to the cemented pavilion where Silvio stood with Dante and other guards including Seb discussing something. Her green eyes sparkled as they landed on Dante and I narrowed mine. She had
My eyelids fluttered open, and Silvio's face appeared in front of my blurry vision with a blend of worry and relief etched across his features. His hand, cold and steady, pressed against mine as I emitted a low groan, the sound resonating with the delicate rustle of sheets.“Careful.” Silvio's voice reached me, deep and hoarse, grounding my senses. It took a while for the fog to lift, for the threads of memory to weave back together. I fainted. “W…What happened?” I asked with a faint voice. All the strength suddenly left my body. My head was pounding loudly and so was my body aching. There was a faint ache in my lower stomach. My hands instinctively moved as I rubbed the spot. Silvio adjusted the pillows and glared at me. His brows thinned and a scowl rested on his face despite the worry in his eyes. He looked mad. I swallowed. “You tell me what happened? You fainted. The doctor said you had low blood sugar. Tell me, Sadie, are you skipping your meals?” He asked. His voice, usua
True to his word, Silvio let me go to the clinic for the next two days. On the third day, he insisted on driving me to the clinic himself. I let him. Cause there was no negotiating with him. He said he would be picking me up too. He was hell-bent on tracking my every action. Even Margaret was on edge these days. Silvio threatened her to not let me slip lunch. Unlike the two lunch boxes Alfred packed, those turned into three. With lunch boxes exclusively filled with fruits. I rolled my eyes when Margaret commented I had found myself a protective and caring husband. What would she know? I hadn’t found myself a husband, I had found myself a mafia boss who would punish me if these lunch boxes arrived half-empty at home. We were going through the patient’s reports when Margaret’s brows were thinner in confusion.“Did we hire more security?” “I don’t know. Probably Silvio did.” I muttered shrugging my shoulders. Silvio was protective, so it was only natural for him to hire more guards
“I’m fine,” I mumbled my words a feeble whisper that hung heavy with the weight of my inadequacy, feeling a deep sense of pathetically bad as I realized the burden I unwittingly placed on everyone, the air thick with their collective concern.“You don’t look fine,” Olivia said worriedly as Silvio gave me a concerned stare. “Is she sick?” She asked once again. His gaze held a subtle but undeniable concern. Silvio nodded grimly. “Yes, she—”“May be pregnant,” Olivia blurted out suddenly, Silvio and my Dad froze in place with identical looks of shock on their faces.Olivia's words hung in the air, and my eyes widened with a mix of shock and realization. The chatter around us faded into the background as the possibility sank in. A moment of silence passed before I stammered, "Pregnant?" My hand instinctively went to my abdomen, my mind racing with the weight of her words. The world seemed to slow down as the unexpected revelation settled, and a myriad of emotions played across my fac