Roberto was led into a large room and saw Mr. Elio sitting behind a huge desk. He was whispering something into a man’s ear. About seven armed men were standing at alert in the room. Roberto saw the guns they had clearly. “Father, Mr. Roberto Galante is here,” Diego called the attention of his father, and Elio looked at Roberto immediately. “Roberto Galante!” He smiled widely and stood up from his chair. Roberto walked up to him and stretched his hand forth, smiling widely too. “It’s so good to see you, Mr. Elio. Happy Birthday, Sir.” Roberto congratulated him as they shook hands and embraced each other. “It’s so good to see another Galante after so many years,” Elio said, pointing to the chair that was next to him. “I bet Giovanni is happy wherever he is that I'm present here today,” Roberto responded, and Elio giggled. “He was my very good friend. We ruled this business world together. It's still very painful he is no more.” Elio responded. Roberto sighed and bounced his head.
Roberto finished signing a contract with the English men, and they shook hands. “Thank you,” Roberto uttered, and they responded with a slight bow. Roberto sat on the chair again and adjusted his Tuxedo. They all watched the English men walk out of the room. After they were gone, Elio looked at Roberto with a large grin. “Congratulations, Mr. Galante.” Roberto looked at him and gave him a nod. “I should thank you instead.” He responded and stood up from the chair. “I’ll love to go now, Mr. Elio. I have unfinished business out there.” He added as he remembered Martina. He wanted to know what she was doing and who she was with at that time. “Sure. You have completed the primary reason why you are here. Enjoy the party,” Elio responded. Roberto gave a slight bow and turned to look at Vincenzo, who stood some meters behind him. “Let’s go.” He said to him. Vincenzo led the way and proceeded to the door. He opened the door for Roberto and stepped aside. Roberto stepped out, and Vincenzo
Martina and Roberto sat in the car, her head was on Roberto’s shoulder, and his arms were around her. “Hm… Hm…” She groaned when the car bumped into potholes and bumps. She would run her hand on her neck in discomfort and grab him tighter. His smile was a sealed envelope as he kept his eyes on her face. She squeezed her face and furrowed her brows as she kept her eyes closed. “Who told her drinking is a good idea?” Roberto looked at Bruno, who drove the car. “No one, Mr. Roberto. She decided to take a few shots, and I couldn't stop her afterward,” He responded, and Roberto took another look at her. Her facial expressions were very cute to him, and the way she grabbed him, was the cutest of all. She held unto him as she trusted and adored him, somehow, this made Roberto happy. As they kept moving, he felt her skin harden under his palm, and he looked at her to see she had goosebumps all over her. He carefully moved her away from him and made her rest her back on the chair so that he
Martina woke up and saw Roberto laying next to her. His face was next to hers and his eyes were closed. He looked pretty and peaceful as he slept. Martina smiled widely as she watched him sleep. “Why are you staring?” Roberto rolled his eyeballs under his eyelid as he spoke. He opened his eyes and stared right into Martina’s eyes. “You look so peaceful when you sleep. If only you are that peaceful when you are awake,” She answered and sat up. She held her head and closed her eyes tightly as she felt great pain in her head. She opened her eyes and sensed the room spinning. Roberto sat up and looked at her closely. “You should lay back. You have an hangover.” He held her hand, and she looked at him. “I need water, my throat is itchy.” She rubbed her neck as she spoke. “I’ll get you water, but lay down first. If you get out of bed, you could fall.” Roberto got out of bed and walked out of the room to get her water. Martina’s eyes were fixed on him as he walked out of the room, and
Caterina sat in Alberto’s office and passed her phone to him. “She is enjoying herself with him, we don’t have to look for her anymore. I thought she cared about me, but I was mistaken. She doesn’t want to come back home,” She said as Alberto watched the video that played on her phone. It was the video from the party at Mexico, where Roberto pecked Martina in front of everyone, on the red carpet. Alberto’s lips parted in disbelief as he watched it. He was surprised to see that she was comfortable letting him do that to her. “She is putting herself in danger, Caterina. The police would be after her too. She needs to be warned,” He said, and she shook her head. “You don’t have to warn her, Alberto. Martina isn’t stupid. She knows exactly what she is doing. Maybe this is a way to tell us not to worry about her anymore. She looks happy, and to me little understanding, Roberto has never had a woman escort him to a party, right?” Alberto shook his head, and she threw her hands in the air.
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