27. Giovanni

Lucia flinches as I lay her down on our bed, trying to hide her pain and doing a terrible job at it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned these past three days, it’s that Lucia doesn’t like showing her pain. I don’t know who in her past taught her to hide her pain, but I wish them a fucking painful death.

“You really don’t need to make this much of a fuss over me, Giovanni,” she says as I place a pillow behind her.

I lean down close to her face when I’m done, tilting her chin up. “The Vittori Capo Dei Capi wants to fuss over you, and you’re just going to brush him off like he’s nothing?” I ask with a smirk and she rolls her eyes at me while trying to hide her smile. “Let me cater to you, Micetta; you’re my wife, after all.”

Something flashes in her eyes when I say this, and it causes me to frown. “And that look of annoyance? What was that just now?”

She sighs and leans back into the pillows. “I don’t like it when you call me Micetta. It feels…condescending,”

“What?” I say, my eyes widen