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| 40 | Dipping Into The Pool Of Regrets
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] This is wild. This is way above my pay grade. When I signed up for this job, I did not expect to stumble upon something this big. “Wow.” I could go to prison for this. “This is just insane.” People kill for this kind of information. For this treasure trove of secrets. I'm not sure why Dominico believes they're safe with me. Ignazio can't ever find out that I willingly participated in all this. I save the spreadsheets I've been working on all week, shoot Dominico a quick email, and then turn off my computer, not expecting an immediate response. Darn. It's almost midnight. I don't wanna call him at this hour and bother him with my anxious suspicions. I don't even wanna hear his voice. But this is something else. This is urgent. Possibly life-threatening. With clammy hands, I grab my phone and try deep, calming breaths, the fear and nagging concern I feel turning into something more sinister. Those files could get both of us killed if we don't tread carefully
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] We're still on the road. We've been in this car for more than two hours now. I frown at the numbers on my phone as the soft glow of dawn blankets the tinted windows, the bluish hue above us matching the accents on the dashboard. The silence makes my ears more sensitive to the steady hum of the engine and the sound of tires against asphalt. My heart starts beating faster when Fico speeds up. We're about to pass another border. I still don't know where exactly we're headed. I just know we're going to Rome. I stretch my back until I feel a subtle crack below my neck.Beside me, Dominico remains asleep with his head tilted back, his nape pressing on the headrest. The bags under his eyes tell me he hasn't been sleeping much. The apprehension keeps rattling my insides, but I sit still and try not to disturb him — he needs all the rest he can get. The urgency in his voice during our conversation in his house won't leave my head. I swallow the lump in my throat a
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[ D O M I N I C O ] When I arrive at the hotel room Alfeo described in his last text, I'm greeted by courtside noises blaring from the flat screen TV. It's not a huge suite, but the room's big enough for a couple of people. Sprawled on the sofa, Alfeo sports brand new-looking white trainers, another expensive shirt, and loose blue pants, his eyes fixed on the screen. Like every time I see him near a TV, he's watching his favorite ballers humiliate the other team for bragging rights. Alfeo doesn't even flinch when I smack the back of his head. “Wine?” I make a face at the corkless bottle next to the couch. I take the seat to his right. “It's eight in the morning.” “Five o'clock somewhere.” He pumps his fist, then jumps off the sofa, roaring like he's the one who just shot a three-pointer just as the buzzer rang. “This place reeks of hookers. Did you just kick 'em out?” Alfeo finally tears his gaze away from the TV and flips me off. “Where's your future wife?” He glances behind
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I just quit my only job, left half of everything I own in someone else's apartment, and now I'm hiding in this ridiculously expensive hotel suite like it's a bunker and we're in the middle of the freaking apocalypse.A loud sigh escapes me when I sit on the shiny floor, my socks rubbing onto the fluffy rug. The rain pelts against the windowpanes, and the gray clouds dim the city view. Dunno what time Dominico will come back. I just know he's going to a business meeting with his best friend after they "catch up".Is Alfeo coming here later? My calls won't go through for some reason. I've been trying to call my parents, but my phone's been acting up all morning. I can't use the WiFi because Dom told me not to. [ Where are you? I'm having dinner with Paolo in a little bit. ] I send the text to Dominico's number. I frown at my phone and wait. After a few minutes, he still doesn't respond. I get up from the floor and grab
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]“Why didn't you just tell me?” I stare at him, internally reminding myself to keep calm. My heart feels like it's gonna implode if I don't get this off my chest now. I just don't know how else to broach the subject that's been hovering like a heavy cloud between us. How to confront him about his impulsive decisions. If I don't demand answers and explanations right now, we'll just end up sweeping things under the rug. I can't just swallow my pride and say yes to everything he says if my life and my family's safety could be at risk. “I mean, I'm not saying get down on your knee and actually propose to me. But, put yourself in my shoes.” I hold my breath, steeling myself for what he's about to say. “How would you feel if I did all that without even asking if you're okay with any of it?” “You feel like I'm forcing you into this?” Dominico slowly gets up from the couch, his voice soft and steady, his gaze searching mine with a mix of concern and curiosity. I scoff
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] [ What?!! He just left you there? By yourself? ][ He's probably on a dinner date with some chick he met online. ][ Aren't you coming back here this week? ]Wow. Alina's unusually chatty tonight. I squint at my phone and drop it on the ruffled covers, unsure of what to say to her. I haven't told her that I'm already here in Florence with Dominico. Or that I'm no longer going back to Genoa.All she knows is that we're on a vacation, and like Dominico's parents and mine, she has no clue we're getting married this weekend.Upon checking the time, I take out the velvet-sheathed box in the nightstand drawer and just stare at the shiny wedding rings inside. They're simple but elegant. Real gold, but not the expensive kind. We bought these on sale, actually.A knot tightens in the pit of my stomach. I keep thinking about Dominico's more often than not capricious behavior lately. Even worse, he's being uncommunicative again. Emotionally distant. We haven't talk
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]“Alora, sei libero la prossima settimana?” [So, are you free next week?] I gawk at the words on my screen, just staring at each one of them until they all start to blur. My heart races as my breaths turn shallow. It's the second text Ignazio Tomassini sent me today. The first one shows only two short sentences congratulating me and Dominico, and then asking me if I'm willing to meet him and his wife for dinner this week. What the heck does that two-faced creep want now? “Shit.” I toss my phone on the maroon covers. I don't know what to do with him anymore. I can't avoid him forever. I can forgive him for what he did to me, but we can't pretend nothing happened and just go back to our previous rapport. Dominico's reassurances only ease my anxiety and fear to some degree. But it's not his fault that I'm still this anxious.The rain drums against the windows as my brain replays snippets of my previous conversation with him over and over, like it's stuck on a lo
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] Michele Serra is a curly-haired lanky guy in his early 30s. Most likely Alfeo's first cousin. They have the same downturned blue eyes. Light brown hair. Well-defined jawline. About the same height, too. Paolo, Fico and the other bodyguards remain standing near the carved wooden doors. They keep glancing around. Like they're all expecting someone uninvited to show up out of nowhere.It's only worsening my nerves. I'm not sure why Alfeo brought seven guards with him.Because Dominico told him to? Maybe he told Alfeo that security is an issue right now. Or does Alfeo usually bring this many bodyguards wherever he goes? I tilt my head and look at my groom. The guy looks stupidly handsome in his tux. Like he should be on a catwalk. Not sure if he did his own hair today. It looks on point, like the rest of his outfit. Something in me aches when he stares back at me with a faint smile. Help...I can't believe this is all happening. I'm marrying the man of my drea
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