The kettle on the gas cooker whistled and Martina hurriedly carried it out of the fire. She turned off the gas cooker and poured the boiling water into two glass bowls. One for her and the other for Roberto. She threw the raw noodles into them and stained them carefully. Roberto stood at the door and watched her cook. “So this is how you make your noodles?” He asked, and Martina turned to look at him. She smiled widely and bounced her head. “Yes, I sieve the water and then mix with it the spices afterward. Then, I decorated it with steamed Vegetables,” She explained, and he raised his brows. “Sounds delicious,” He responded, making her giggle. “Trust me, you are not going to regret it,” She assured. He nodded and walked away from the kitchen door. Martina faced what she was cooking, and went on sieving the noodles. She heard someone enter the kitchen again, and she turned back to see it was Vincenzo. “Hey,” She said, smiling widely. “Hi,” His response was quite cold and this got h
“I’ll be back soon,” He said and walked out of the bathroom briskly. Martina kept a warm smile on as she waited for him to come back. He walked into the bathroom again after a few minutes and in his hand was a first aid box. “Your burnt hand and legs should come first,” He responded, and she pouted her mouth. “But they feel better now,” She responded, looking at her hand. “Really?” He asked. He took her hand in his and looked at it closely. “I think we can stop the running water now, right?” He asked, staring at her palm and legs. He began to blow some soothing breeze with his mouth on her palm, and she inhaled deeply as his breath touched her. Martina kept quiet, gazing at Roberto’s face as he kept blowing some air. She saw him to be so cool and gentle. “Can you get into the tub now?” She asked. Roberto divulged a smirk and looked at her. “What are you planning? You want me to get in there so bad. Why?” He answered and reached for the first aid box. “I want to fvvk you,” She teased,
After eating, Martina and Roberto sat in the living room, their eyes were glued to the television as the movie that was played caught their attention. It was the story of a mafia boss in love with a school girl. Martina developed so much interest in it right from the very first scene when the poor girl spilled juice on the mafia boss while she was hurrying to school. “Did you tell the television I’d be watching a movie today?” Roberto looked at Martina that sat next to him on the couch, her legs were folded up on the couch as she paid full attention to the movie. “Why do you say so?” She asked, keeping her eyes glued on the television. “This is a mafia story,” He responded. “And he is in love with a school girl.” She nodded and looked at him. “What do you think?” He asked, and she chuckled as she looked at the television again. “I think if it were to be our story, if I was the one that spilled that juice on you, you’d have my head on a plate the next minute. Can’t you see how gentle
Martina proceeded to Vincenzo’s door after Roberto had entered his room. She lied to him that she was thirsty and wanted to drink some water so she could step out of the room. She knocked on his door calmly and waited for him to open up. “Come in,” he answered from inside the room. Martina opened the door and looked in to see him busy on his laptop. His eyes were fixed on it so much that he didn’t even know who walked in. “Vincenzo.” She called, and he quickly raised his head and looked at her. “Martina?” He hurriedly stood up and moved his laptop aside. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He stood still, staring at her. The lights in his room were off, so he couldn’t see her face clearly. “Why did you bring up the matter again?” She asked, and he furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?” He asked. She walked closer to him, and he raised his brows as he watched her approach him. “The Doctor you talked about. He already forgot about the whole issue, but you brought it up again,” s
As they drove down to Adelina Marchetti’s house, there was an awkward silence in the car. Roberto was thinking about how to deal with this woman that had stolen so much money from his father, while Martina couldn’t stop thinking about her chat with Vincenzo the previous night. “Boss, we are five minutes away from her house now,” Bruno uttered, looking at the back seat through the interior mirror. Roberto raised his head and looked at him, he gave a nod. “Okay. Tell the other to be on alert. She could be aware we are on our way already. We can’t be stupid,” He responded, and Bruno gave a nod. He proceeded to talk to the others, using the microphone attached to his shirt. Roberto looked at Martina and noticed she had been staring out of the window speechlessly for so many minutes. She had a sad face and was lost in thoughts. He moved his head to her leg and touched it slightly. She jolted out of her thoughts and turned her head to look at him. He let out a slight smile and said, “What i
As Roberto got into the compound. All the armed men that were in the compound, on the top floor of the house, corked their guns and pointed them at him. In front of him sat a woman, she looked like she was in her late fifties. She sat on a chair, she wore a long white garment, and she crossed her legs. She raised her hand, and they all lowered their guns. Roberto wasn’t shaken by the guns they pointed at him, all he thought was how a woman could steal that huge amount of money from his Father, and he wasn’t aware until now. He got to where she sat, and he saw she wore a bright smile. “Roberto Galante! Welcome.” She uttered, standing up. “I don’t think greeting me this way would save you from my hands. Let’s have a chat, shall we?” Roberto sounded angry and determined as he spoke. He wanted to know everything. Who she was, how she got access to his Father’s money, how she could stay hidden for years. “Sure. I’d love to have a chat with you too. Alone.” Greco looked at Adelina from be
“You are not going to talk to me? What do you want me to do, Vincenzo?” Martina asked after she stepped out of the car and approached Vincenzo. Vincenzo heaved a loud sigh and turned to look at her, while Bruno stared at them, looking very confused and lost. “Martina, I don’t want you to do anything apart from staying away from this house and sitting peacefully in the car. This is a dangerous place, and you shouldn’t be out here,” He said, and she rolled her eyes. “I am very aware this is a dangerous place, you don’t have to remind me, Vincenzo. I stepped out of the car because I believe we both need to talk,” She said, and Vincenzo looked at Bruno, he saw he was lost staring at the both of them. “Hey… I thought you said you wanted to pee. What are you still waiting for?” Vincenzo asked, widening his eyes as he looked at Bruno. “Oh… true! I almost forgot. I’ll pee now and come back as soon as possible,” Bruno responded and briskly walked away. Vincenzo exhaled and turned to look at M
“You are not my mother! I don’t want to hear any more filthy words from that mouth of yours! Give me my money, and I’ll be on my way! I have better things to do!” Roberto yelled at Adelina, his hands were shaking, and he tried forcing back the tears that threatened to roll out of his eyes. “Roberto, if you want your money, I have your money ready. I just want you to know the truth before you leave.” She walked back to her desk and opened her drawer. Roberto kept his gun pointed to her, Incase she wanted to act funny. Adelina pulled out an album from the drawer and stretched it to Roberto. “After looking at this pictures, you will be able to decide if you still want to kill me or know the true story about your biological mother.” Roberto narrowed his gaze at her, and then at the album. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he sure didn’t want to let this opportunity go. He needed to know the whole truth. “Drop it on the table,” He waved his gun, pointing at the table. She bobbed and plac