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48 | dirty mind games

“CAN WE PLEASE talk, Antonio?"

He stared at me through the mirror the next day. I stood behind him with my hand clasped together. He buttoned the buttons of his suit before fixing his collar.

"About?" he asked.

I wanted to smack him—hard. Yet I didn't because I actually wanted to have a civil conversation with him. And, he wouldn't let me hit him anyways.

"About what I did," I said.

"But you didn't do anything." He picked up his watch from the counter and placed it on.

Okay, what?

I stiffened. I didn't know what to say. Why was he being so complicated? Did I do something or not?

"About what I hid?" It sounded more like a question.

"What about that?" He turned around and leaned against the vanity table with his arms crossed over his chest. I could see his torso from the unbuttoned buttons at the top. His hair was wet and slicked back and the white shirt that was tucked into his black slacks clung to him like glue. He looked good, but I was straying off topic.

I could also see my reflection through the mirror. My skin was pale but not in fright, in anxiety. I somehow wasn't scared him. At least, not as much as I was used to. I was just worried.

"Well..." I rubbed my hands together. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

He raised a brow. "No."

"Why?" I asked, surprised.

"Because you made your choice. Francesca, you are the Donna. You need to learn from your own mistakes," he said.

"Why are you so calm about this? Father would've—."

"I'm not your father," he snapped. "Stop comparing me to him."

For a moment, I saw anger in his eyes. There was a lot of fury. So much that it made me want totake a small step back. A moment of silence passed before I spoke again.

"Why are you...?" I trailed off.

He raised his brows, silently telling—no, ordering—me to continue.

"Why are you doing this, Antonio?"

"Doing what?" His tone was calculative and stoned.

"This!" I waved my hands around suddenly angry. "Acting as if nothing happened."

"Nothing happened. We had a conversation and you revealed something you shouldn't have," he said.

"I broke the code, didn't I?" I grounded out.

"You didn't do anything."

"But I was thinking of it!" I yelled, unbothered if the walls were soundproof or not. Looking at his uncaring expression, it was probably the latter.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he finally said as he picked up his watch and turned around, showing me his back. "I think you need rest."

"I don't need anymore rest! I've slept for hours!"

"Francesca." He sighed as he titled his head to the side and gave me a side way glance. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Was I dreaming?

Would I look like an idiot if I piniched myself?

"I am not dreaming. I know what I did and what had happened. We fought the other day! And I want to talk about it so we could go back to normal."

He narrowed his eyes at me as if he had better things to do than convince me of our fight. If I didn't know better, I would've fallen for it. "We didn't fight," he said.

"We argued." I changed my words. "Actually, we did fight. You pushed me to a wall. This wound on my hand isn't just for show either."

He sighed as started wearing his watch. He raised his eyes at me through the mirror with furrowed brows. "Why don't you go and sit downstairs with the others?"

"A-Anto—okay, fine! Be like that." I snapped before walking out. I didn't care if I was being rude. I was annoyed by this obscene game of his.

I was trying to solve our issues and he didn't care.

My heels clanked against the tiled floor as I marched down. Chatter echoed through the halls. I followed the voices and reached the dining room. Everything fell silent once I walked in, making me feel extremely awkward.

Few faces were a stranger to me and few were recognizable. Amalia smiled at me softly. Nonna sat beside Nonno who was seated at the head. I recognized Pietro and Alessandro. There were two other women and two men with three children.

Maybe I should've just came with Antonio.

"Where is Antonio, Francesca?" the Godfather asked.

"Up—." A hand wrapped around my waist softly. I immediately glanced back in surprise. He towered over me. "Right here," I corrected.

He pulled me with him to his seat opposite the Godfather. I saw Pietro glancing at us before his jaw clenched. Gianna put a hand on his thigh but removed it once he sent her a harsh glare. I looked away when the Don pulled out the chair for me. For a moment, I was surprised. Was this his way of PDA?

I sat down. The Godfather's lips quirked up while Nonna sent me a small smile.

"We all had been waiting for you but then figured you weren't going to come," a stranger said. "Won't you introduce us to the lovely Donna?"

Antonio's grip on my thigh tightened under the table. "No," he said.

The stranger blinked. His brows furrowed and his lips pursued but he didn't say anything. His wife, I could only assume, froze. Her skin turned pale. But nothing happened. He silently stuffed his mouth with food.

"Francesca," the Godfather called out to me. "This is Gino and his wife Lisa. Raffaello's younger brother." He pointed at the stranger. "And that is Salvestro and Stella, his wife and my daughter. They're the old consigliere and underboss."

Salvestro nodded at me when Gino just looked away. I didn't particularly care. I was never going to meet them a lot anyways. I looked towards the two women. The one sitting beside Gino, Lisa, had curly black hair and very pale skin. Salvestro's wife, Stella, was a brunette just like me.

A maid came in and served us the pork chops. It looked sizzling and I just wanted to dig in. It sucked that I had to act womanly to keep Antonio's reputation intact.

Everyone ate silently. No one dared to speak other than Alessandro. "La Nostra Pace is in two days," he said. "The Bianchi and Lambardi are going to be there."

"How about Vincent Bianchi?" my husband asked.

Alessandro nodded. "Si. But he wasn't the one asking for a meeting."

"Then?" Pietro asked.

Alessandro looked at my husband. "Carmelo Bianchi."

So basically from all of which I could gather was that Carmelo's—the previous don of the Bianchi Family—family ran away and he was looking for them, and they could be under our territory in America. Hence, Antonio wanted them first to get the upper hand but he was yet to catch them and now the Bianchi's were asking for a meeting, probably at the party of La Nostra Pace.

The Mafia was a Family with five different families inside. Families fought but in the end, they were all together and did business with each other. They compromised. This party was to ensure that the compromise lasted, I figured.

My husband nodded. "I'll deal with it."

I swallowed. I didn't know whether I liked his way of dealing because it usually involved in someone dying.

• • •

"Let's go shopping!"

"No," I deadpanned.

"Pweaseeee," Amalia insisted again.

I giggled. "No. The Don would be mad."

Amalia shrugged. "Then you handle him. You're the Donna. Come on!"

I pondered it for a moment before shaking my head. He was already disappointed in me.

"Okay, fine!" She sighed. "I won't go either."

"Just go with Gianna," I said, folding the bed sheets.

She shook her head. "I don't know what's up with her. When she found out I was pregnant, she wasn't happy so I can't really do any shopping with her."

"How many months is it again?" I asked her.

"Three." She instantly put a hand on her womb.

I glanced at the door. It was shut. "Are you happy?" I whispered.

Her eyes snapped to mine. She pursued her lips. "I'm as happy as I could be. You've only been married for a month. You get used to it."

I pondered what she said for a moment before coming to sit beside her on the bed. "Aren't you scared sometimes?"

"Of what?" she asked.

I gave her a look. "I don't know. Just in general I guess. Or about your child and it's future."

She smiled. "Want me to be honest?"

I nodded.

"I'm selfish. I'm very, very selfish because even though I know that my child is going to live a life full of misery, I'm still going to give birth," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

She was silent for a moment before she answered with a guilty look on her face. "Because I love Alessandro more than I love my child. I giving birth would ensure his position. It would give him more power in the family. I can't take that away from him, and I've always wanted to be a mother anyways."

"What if it's a girl?" I asked.

She shrugged. "When I asked him that he didn't care. He just wanted a child. In fact, he's more excited than I am." She smiled.

I grinned. "That's great!"

"Why? You planning to get pregnant?" she asked with a teasing glint.

I chuckled. "No. Not yet. I barely know my husband. What would I do with a child?"

She shrugged again. "True. But come with me to shop? Please."

"Okay, fine. I'll ask the Don. The security and all needs to be done too before we leave," I answered.

"Okay!" she chirped happily.

I smiled forcefully. I didn't have it in me to tell her that I never planned to get pregnant. I wasn't ready and I didn't think I was ever going to be.

However, the loss of my period said otherwise.
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