MARIA My heart pounded heavily as I stared at the package given to me by Dante. It was a red box, and as I collected it with shaky hands, my eyes locked with Dante’s beautifully darkened eyes. Terrified as I was staring at him, there was something about his eyes that I could not resist.“Open it,” Dante growled, his voice booming in my ears and head, making me jerk for a minute. I gulped down saliva as I slowly lowered my gaze to the red box. I rubbed my fingers on the edges of the box, my heart pounding rapidly. What could be in the box, I thought? Was it the tools he was going to use to harm me? My head began to feel heavy, as if it wanted to fall off my neck.“Please, Dante…” I lifted my eyes to beg, but Dante’s stare silenced my plea without a word from him. His eyes were like a burning furnace that held a number of souls captive, commanding authority with their intensity.I lowered my gaze back at the box once more and slowly opened it, my hands trembling. My mind raced with tho
AUTHORS POV“Carlo! Calogero! Mary! Where are you all at!?” John Wicks’ voice echoed in the Wicks mansion. There was a hide and seek game between one of the richest man in Naples, Italy. He rolled from one point to the other with a white fabric covering his sight. His hands were swinging around like a floss dancer.The kids were chortling and rushing from behind one couch to the other. It was a great sight to behold. You’d agree with me that finding rich families having such family time is rare or better still impossible to see which causes a deficiency in the mental growth of kids.“You can’t see us dad!” Carlo, the youngest twin, whiffed while standing beside the white settee, very close to the packed brown Curtain. Calogero was on the other end with his mom holding his hand with Mary’s too. “I got you!!” Mister Wick snickered and grabbed Carlo from behind. Carlo struggled in his grasped while he tickled him. They were still enjoying the splendid moment when all of a sudden there
MARIA’S POV“Hi, please I need your help” a stranger's voice spat from behind me. I creeped my hand away from the tin of milk I was about to pick from the ledge in the grocery stall. I met a handsome and stunning man. He had brown curly hair with deep chestnut brown eyes. “Hi” I reciprocated with a smile. His body fitted perfectly in the thick blue shirt and gray pants he wore. “Please I need your help, I don’t know if you can help out” he echoed in his husky baritone voice. “Sure.” “Okay, so the thing is, I have been trying to make Ribollita, but then I just can’t seem to get anything together.” His right hand held his phone as he glided through the screen with his eyes gawking at it. His left hand hung behind his neck, scratching his hair in confusion. “Cooking is just so hard,” he added. I couldn’t hold back my chuckle. His expression was goldenly hysterical. “Okay, I think I can help out with that” I moved closer to him still chortling. “It’s all easy, you just have to know
MARIA’S POV“I have nothing, I am only a nun!” I shrieked with my eyes blindfolded with a cloak. Sweat leaked over my face. I felt a harsh pain on my wrist as I struggled to break free from the hold of the tie to the chair I was seated on.“Please, please just let me go,” I pleaded.There was almost silence in the room but there were faint footsteps I could still pick out amidst the tranquilly. My words were reverberating so I knew it was an empty and enclosed space.“Here she is boss” a burly voice roamed out of nowhere. I was already filled with trepidation and anxiety. My heart was pummeling the fastest it could. My palms were wet and I was on the verge of tearing up. I only watched kidnapping scenes in movies. Being in that position made my stomach churn. I could hear some soft Italian in the background. I wasn’t so sure how many voices I heard, but I think probably three different voices. “Please don’t harm me” I whimpered in fear with my whole body shivering. My legs itch as we
MARIA’S POV“Maria Goretti was born on October 16, 1890 Corinaldo, Province of Ancona, Marche, Kingdom of Italy.” I paused and mulled overcon what I was saying. It was time for Spiritual reading and I was the one to take that day. The last day to me taking my perpetual vows. Ironically, Maria Goretti was my name sake and there was more to it obviously. She also died by forceful rape and she was stabbed fourteen times to death. Everyone’s eyes were on me. My whole body was stiff. It was a month now after the grotesque incident. Though I told no one about it. It was too nefarious and stigmatic, so I was better off without telling them.“Maria!”Mother superior's voice sparked my consciousness back to life. I gasped and looked around as everyone peered up at me, waiting for me to continue. My hands were wet. “I’m sorry” I smiled. Yes it was fake, very fake, but it was a smile. Abbess’ gaze directed at me and I knew she felt something was off. I managed to clasp myself together and fin
MARIA“ Sister Maria Salvatore, after serious deliberation by the Senior Sisters of the order, I’m pitiful to say, but you have been excommunicated from the order of The Most Holy annunciation, on the footings of unchastity and debauchery which has led to you becoming unwantedly up the duff. On that note, you are advised to leave the Convent as soon as possible.” Mother superior's voice boomed. My whole body froze. My legs stiffened and my heart halted pulsing. Sizzling tears filed out from my eyes, flowing freely on my face. My lips quivered tremendously as the words kept resounding over and over in my head. I closed my eyes and pressed out more tears with a heavy sigh. I flipped my eyes open and watched as the four senior sisters of the order who sat lined together with Mother Superior seated in the middle. They all stood up at the same time and walked out of the consultation room. I sniffled and ceased my breath before releasing it furiously with more tears rolling out of my eyes.
MARIA“How dare you even leave the house in the first place!?” Papà yelped with his hand firmly clasped on my chin. He pressed so solidly that my face hurt so bad. My legs were weak, and ricketing while my eyes drained in panic and horror as I stared at my Papà brutalizing me. He was extremely contumelious.“I…” just before I could complete this statement, he moved from my chin swiftly to my throat. It was tenser. I lost balance and could not breathe, face red, legs jiggling. My eyes spread out in fear and pain. Amidst the opacity in the room, I could still see the rage in his eyes. I was driven back to how he did the same thing to me when I was a child. He practically wrung my neck to death when I was ten years old when I tried to leave the house without his permission. “Do you even know the disgrace and humiliation you brought to my name and the Lazio Familia? Do you know!?” He roared and intensified in his choke. His eyes were fierce with irritation. I had my hand holding his wr
MARIAThe ambiance of the room was frenzied even more, an oven would be right for a vivid description. I stood like a prisoner that was about to be sentenced by the judicial panel. I darted my stare from Papà to Mamma and the consigliere. “As much as I do not want to see your filthy face and I wish I could just put a bullet through your head right now. But then, you have chosen yourself to be useless to me and the Outfit but then I am not going to allow that.” Papà hissed. My emotions tingled as I knew there was something greater coming. My heart thumped dejectedly. I swallowed large chunks of saliva instantly to try to push down the angst. “I am Salvatore Luca and no child of mine is going to bring shame to my name. You have humiliated me enough by running away from the house to only God knows where and worst of all you are with child. You left me to go live a life of a whore. Firstly, after an intent rumination on how to salvage the situation, I have decided that you are going to