I'm laying upside-down on the couch.The television is playing softly, I stopped paying attention to it a while ago.A face appears in my line of sight. "What are you. . .?" Michael trails off. "You know what? Don't answer that. I'll just sit over here. You act like I'm not here. Just keep doing whatever it is that you're doing" I rock my legs that are dangling off the back of the couch back and forth. I can see Michael tapping away on his phone, his fingers flying over the screen quickly. A moment passes as Michael releases a long sigh. "Alright I'll bite. What's wrong now?" "I don't know. I don't feel very well" I rub my eyes tiredly. "Are you sick? Should I call a doctor?" he asks managing to sound concerned. "No don't bother. I just haven't been sleeping well." I replied. It's being three days since Niko left. No, I don't miss him, not exactly, I mean he’s never around. It just feels different. Two days after Niko left, I woke up overly hyped very early, m
"I can't believe you've being spying on me for years! Years!” I repeat. “That is boundary breaking not to mention downright creepy!" I jumped off from my position on the coach, my head swims a bit from my sudden movement, I blink rapidly, clearing my vision then started pacing the length of the room. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! "This is insanity. You guys are -you are, come on!" I glared at Michael who is staring at me like I've lost my marbles. How can they think that this okay? In anyway "I don't know what to say to this. I am not okay with this!" I yelled as I stomped off to my room slamming the door loudly, I'm surprised it didn't fall right off. Thirty minutes later I'm stomping back into the living room, Michel seems to not have left his position. Relaxed back on the couch. His hands behind his neck. He didn’t look like someone that was standing guard at all. Whenever Danilo kept watch over me. You could tell that he was standing guard even from his s
“When does the meat go in? I’m not done with it yet” I ask Laura who is staring a delicious smelling pasta sauce by the cooker. “Take all the time you need. At the rate you’re going it should be a couple hours” she says with a laugh pointing the wooden spoon in her hand at me. It took a while but I was able to get the girls to start speaking to me like an actual human being. The ‘yes madam Salvatore , no madam Salvatore ’ was just too much. I’m eighteen for God’s sake. And they were always so careful when speaking with me, it was like they were choosing their words and trying their hardest not to offend me. But after spending so much time in this kitchen and hanging out with them. I’d like to think we were becoming fast friends. Especially Maria Lousia. I think it's easier with her because helping out in the kitchen isn’t exactly her job. She’s here for the protection that her capo can provide. And this place is protected. It's like a fortitude I swear. She’s such
I wake up to a feeling of an uncomfortable throbbing between my legs, a quick peek at the bed side clock tells me it's 3 am. I resist the urge to scream. I’m not even tired though I went to bed late last night, finishing an entire season of friends in one day. This has been my life for the past week, during the first nights I turn and toss in bed, my nightgown tangled around my legs, so since last night I've decided to go to bed without. Sleeping with clothes on like pajamas or nightgowns has never been a problem until now. . . . I blame Niko. . . . This is his fault. Since I started sleeping with him, there has been little need for clothes and modesty though I still go to bed clothe. When he wakes me up at night and we have sex, I'm so sated I slip right into sleep clothes forgotten. Now, it seems my body is getting used to these nightly activities or how else would you explain the painful throbbing and wetness between my thighs. Or the stiffness in my ni
I’m seated legs crossed Indian style on the floor of my living room. “So, how does the game work?” I ask Maria Louisa. “So, first we arrange the cards covered like so” she says as she takes the deck of red cards from my outstretched hand and starts placing them on the table one at a time beside each other, when she reaches one end of the glass table, she begins to line the beneath the first one, I nod my head. When she’s done the entire surface of the table is nearly covered with cards.
"I can chop carrots" I say from the stool I'm sitting on as I watch the maids and cooks walk about in the kitchen which I happen to find myself in today. "It's no problem Mrs. Salvatore" Maria Lousia smile at me, calling me appropriately whenever Mrs. Fina is withing hearing distance. "What about the veggies over there?" I point at the counter. "Don't worry yourself my dear. Maria will do it" Mrs. Fina smiles at me from the other side of the kitchen. The woman looks like she shouldn't even be walking by herself. Much less running a huge household like this one. Next to the lady of the house being me Mrs. Fina is in charge of the house hold especially the kitchen and dare I say she takes her duty very seriously. Which is why she sat me and the girls down just a few days ago to explain that there has to be structure around and why the girls cannot call me by my given name. I wasn’t the only one that left there feeling like a silly school girl. "She's busy with the ca
"Niko, you're back!" I run to Niko and throw my arms around him. As I bury my face in his chest, I realize my heart is beating so fast. I breath in his masculine scent, a moment passes then another, just as I'm about to pull away, his arm comes around me. One palm cradles my head to his chest the other wraps around my back. I feel him exhale in my hair. Apparently, a part of me was a little worried about his wellbeing. It's not like I missed his presence around the house. I had just been concerned about his safety. In these past few days, I learned he must have lost of enemies and a target on his back. Back in Chicago I remember going with mother to visit some aunties from time to time who lost their husbands. There was a lot of crying and wailing sometimes screaming and cursing. The sight was never pleasant. I was a child back then so I never got any details. I just knew that my young and healthy uncles were fine on day and gone through next. Now I know they
I flip the levers, adjusting the temperature of the water. Then I pour scented oils and bath salts into the large tub as I wait for it to fill. I can almost hear my mother's voice at the back of my head sayingLola, a lady tends to her husband's bath.