Mafia Puppet

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63 | an office conversation

"I DON'T THINK that is a good idea," I told him with a shrug.

My husband raised his brows but it wasn't in a way to taunt me. It was mere surprise at my defence. He wasn't used to it.

"Why?" he asked when I didn't elaborate.

I leaned against his desk and watched him sitting on the rolling chair in front of me. His white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his right hand held a glass of whisky that he held tilted a little. His black waist coat and slacks were pristine and tidy, and his hair was still wet from the morning shower. He didn't like to blow dry.

He raised his brows. I didn't look away. There was no point in hiding that I liked his physique. Why should I act embarrassed? I knew he always stared at me as well.

"I just think it's just too risky to have a stranger in our house right now. The Bianchi had the guts to kill Raffaello. Who knows what else they have up their sleeves?" I said.

He stared at me for a moment, thinking? What was he thinking?

"Sending you out the house is risky as well," he said, placing his drink on the wooden table of his office.

It was a long time after did I come to the third floor. His office was big and tidy with books behind his desk tucked in a large, fancy book case. Most of them were about law.

I crossed my arms and his eyes instantly fell on my chest. His gaze darkened. I felt my lips tug up into a smirk.

"Protecting our family is my priority," I said. I meant it. Antonio, Alessia, Costanzo, Dante and Omero were my priority. The day I married Antonio was the day his relations and his family became mine. I would fiercely protect them even if it meant risking my own life. His siblings had done me no wrong.

He seemed pleased by my answer. "I'll have the doctor come to the warehouse. You'll not go alone there. There would be no negotiations on that," he said and I knew nothing would change his mind. I didn't need it to either.

"I was actually going to say the opposite. I want protection." I placed my hand on my stomach. "I don't know if you care or not but I'm not going to let anything happen to our child."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You think I don't care?"

I shrugged. "You haven't shown any fatherly traits so far."

"Fatherly traits?" he hissed. "It's not even born."

Fury burned through my veins. "It?" I snapped.

"Well, do you know their gender?" he snapped back.

I bit my lip to prevent a remark that would surely piss him off but I didn't want to fight. Things were already tough and I wanted to support him. Not add more load to his shoulders.

"No," I said, annoyed. "But I don't want anyone calling my child it. I don't like it."

He nodded. "Our child and I'll keep that in mind. When should I call the doctor over?"

"In a couple of days."

He nodded again. "I'll let Stefano know."

I hesitated. "Why should I trust Stefano?"

Antonio looked from the papers he was reading. "Stefano is a loyal soldier. His family served us for years and Stefano was recommended by Silvio."

I was surprised that he remembered Silvio. "Silvio was a good man. He never treated me wrong," I said.

Antonio nodded with a tick in his jaw. "It's a shame that he was killed in that attack. The Family is making sure his family stays safe."

"It's good of you to do that," I said.

My husband smirked. "That's the difference between the government and us. They don't give a crap about their men. We, despite our brutality, stick together. Let's take you for an example. I've been a total dick to you—mind my words—and yet you are still ready to forgive me. You don't even love me. And even if I ever abuse you, you still won't ever betray me. You'll be mad and maybe never even talk to me again but you won't backstab me. Loyalty runs in our veins, bambola."

I stilled. "You don't know that. I hate you," I muttered.

He shook his head. "You don't, Francesca. You can't. Your morals won't allow you to hate me. This facade of resentment that you are showing toward me is just that—a facade. You want to forgive me, don't you? You want to forget."

I hated how right he was. I hated it so much. "I won't have this conversation with you," I told him calmly. "And I'm going to fire Carina."

He chuckled at my abrupt topic change. "Your choice, bambola. You run the house," he said, fiddling with his pen as he leaned back on his leather chair. It was his favourite pen. I always saw it with him.

"You won't ask why?" I asked.

I suddenly remembered the principal that I got fired with just few words. Antonio hadn't even asked the reason. He trusted me then and now he trusted me again. Was this my ego coming in between us now? Wasn't I supposed to forgive him like all women are supposed to do in the mob? Then what changed? I could've easily moved on and ignored what he did in the past. Why couldn't I do it anymore? Why did I crave a genuine apology from him that he still hadn't given me?

Antonio may be all about actions but some things need words as well.

"No," he said. "You're the one who makes this family complete. You set the rules in this house."

I stared into his eyes, wondering if he was serious or not but all I saw was sincerity. "Okay," I finally said.

He nodded. "Have you thought about the chores in the house then?"

I knew for a fact that a cleaning crew came every weak. They had been doing it for years so the only other chores were cooking and the other stuff Carina was basically for. I could handle that myself.

"I know how to handle the kitchen. Mother made Arianna and I take classes since twelve," I told him with a smile. Suddenly, a hollow feeling fell in my chest. "Antonio, what happened to Mother and Arianna?"

He shrugged. "I do not indulge myself in family matters. It's not appropriate of me."

"Family matters? What did Father do to Mother?" I hissed stepping closer to him.

He looked up at me calmly. "She's alive if that's what you are asking."

A small sense of relief clouded me. "She's going to be okay, right?"

When he didn't answer I felt my skin prickle with fear. "I'd never be able to look at Arianna the same if anything happens to Mother. She has to be okay," I whispered.

He tended. "Arianna is not going to be left off so easily but she is no longer our concern."

"What do you mean?" I didn't want to know suddenly. "She ran away. Just leave her alone."

Antonio chuckled humourlessly. "Who says I'm doing anything? I have nothing to do with her now. She is not part of the Family anymore. She is no longer my problem. I won't fight for her if something happens to her. No revenge would be taken because she left on her own will."

No. He won't let it go that easily. There was a catch. "She ran away. Isn't that breaking the code? You don't seem like someone to let go of things."

"Arianna will live."

"Are you going to torture her?"

He looked at me as if I was crazy. "Of course not. Like I said before, she isn't my concern."

"Is Romeo going to hurt her?" I grounded out.

He narrowed his eyes at me but refrained to call me out on my tone. "Physically no. Emotionally? I don't care. Every relationship has problems." He lightly winced at his last words. The twitch was barely noticeable.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I knew I would not be getting anything out of him. "And Mother?"

"What about her?" he asked.

"Can I see her?"

"No." He didn't even hesitate. "Sending you to the warehouse is already a risk."

"I know," I said. "But I can't live my life in fear."

He tensed. "There is nothing for you to be scared of. I'll protect you till my last breath." His gaze softened. He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over my wrist.

"Antonio," I mumbled.

"I know," he simply stated. "You need time."

I nodded. "I'll see you at breakfast."

He lowered my head down and placed a tentative kiss on my forehead before I sat up. The gesture warmed my heart. I glanced at him one last time only for him to be staring right back at me, eyes intense and dark with a hint of softness lurking behind them.
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