writing this while going home, starting this in north bay at 9:13am and i got 4 hours left ahhhhh
~ like a month later and this isnt done oops, but anyway lets pretend you can live in the villas on the appia antica road, i might put the link to the specific one im imagining in a message in the conversations part of my account, but i might wait and just do a few descriptions of it here and there because i want you guys to actually think of something yourself and not just imagine those pictures every time ~
this is sad so sorry, bit of emilio's hidden life
(but please he's my baby i actually wanted to cry writing some of it)
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Emilio's pov | Tuesday, 4:45pm
"I need to go get Isa, you go change into, uh, what do girls like? Oh, just wear a tight t-shirt and, jeans maybe? You know what? Just wear whatever you think she'd like. You got half an hour, bye." Going on the tips of her toes, she lightly kisses my cheek, and I pull her into a hug before she pulls away.
"Thank you, mama, for everything," I mumble, resting my head on her shoulder.
"Oh, don't get all emotional on me now. You're just like your father was," She says, patting my back to silently tell me to get up, but I don't move.
"I miss him."
"I know, I know, I miss him too."
"But you lost your husband. You loved him for so long, and, and now he's gone. And you're still so strong." I say, trying to justify why she can be sad but I shouldn't be.
"Emilio, he was, no, is, your father. You're allowed to be sad, but not right now. We have things to do, and he wouldn't want us to be sad when I got to go get my future daughter-in-law!" She goes to pull away again, but I still don't let her, having one more question.
"How do you stay so strong?" I whisper, my voice cracking.
"He was in pain when he was here, and now he isn't. It sucks for us, but I prefer having him gone and not in pain than here and in pain. He didn't have a choice, we knew it was coming eventually, so we planned everything, and he wanted you to have his plane, that's why I never stopped you from working on it." She explains, pushing me up and holding my face in her hands.
"Your hands are cold." I tell her, and she rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face though.
"Just remember he loves you, and I love you too. I really need to go get, um, your girl, but later, or tomorrow, we will talk about this, okay?"
"I love you too."
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Isa's pov | 5:08pm
"Oh, just so you know, Emilio is, sad? Well anyway, feel free to ask him what's wrong, but he might close up. If he does close up, don't bother him, he barely talks about stuff to begin with, I can't have him close up completely." Madolina explains to me as we get caught in traffic.
"Okay, and why do you always have me over for dinner? I'm not complaining, I love your food, I just want to know."
"Thank you, and because I'm lonely and you're fun to be around."
"Thank you?" I say, but it comes out as a question.
We're silent for a while, Italian music coming from the radio, and she hums along, once in a while singing quietly. Soon enough we pull out onto a quieter road, with only one other car way further down, which eventually turns off somewhere and then we're alone.
"Do you have anything you want for supper? I have no ideas."
"No, sorry, I don't have any." I say, smoothing out a few wrinkles on my shirt.
"Oh I will ask Emilio. Also I hope you like tiramisù, because that's dessert."
"That sounds very good. I have not had it before, but from what I've seen and heard I'm sure it's delicious."
She looks over to me, a smile on her face, before looking back at the road. I go to say something, but she starts talking first.
"I appreciate you being fine with trying it, when Emilio was young he wouldn't try anything, it was annoying but funny. I should show you pictures of him when he was younger, but he would need to be there so that I can embarrass him."
"That would be funny, but if he is already sad then that will not help him, I don't think, so maybe another time. I do not want him to hate me." I explain, causing Madolina to go quiet again as we make a few more turns.
"He would not hate you. He rarely hates anyone, it's just not him." She tells me after a few minutes, a frown on her face that she is doing a bad job at hiding.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." I apologize as we make a turn into her long driveway, that is long enough you cannot see her house from the road.
As we pull up to her house, I see a SUV parked next to where hers would normally be parked, and I assume it belongs to Emilio.
It's black, and as we get closer, I see that it's not any SUV, it's a Lamborghini Urus. Which one though, I don't know.
"Is Emilio the bodyguard of some C.E.O?" I ask Madolina as she pulls forward before putting her car into reverse, backing into her spot.
"I am not supposed to say anything. I know who he works for, but I can't tell you, I'm sorry." She says, now putting the car into park.
"Oh, it's fine. If you can't tell me then I won't force you. I'm not some mafia man or something." I say, joking, but I see her eyes widen, catching my attention.
Something I said made that happen, and the only thing that could was "mafia" or "mafia man". And maybe I'm not some mafia man, but Emilio might be working for one. Keeping that to myself, I decide that if he is, then it might not end well for me if I already know.
We both get out of the car, going around to the nearest door, whether it's the front door or not I do not know.
"If you do not know what to make for supper, then what do me and Emilio do to waste time?" I ask, stopping her from opening the front door.
"I'll talk to him quickly, because I do have an idea while I find something to make and then make it. I won't tell you yet though because if Emilio disagrees then it's because he doesn't want you to know."
"Okay, well, let's go in." I say, letting her push open the door.
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ok, so, a bit short, just over 1000 words, but i actually know what to write for the next part so i'll put it up asap since im 6 updates behind, but there were exams and stuff so i think im going to skip one or two for now
this is the 6th update though, so 5 more if i do them all :'(
(lowkey hate myself rn but its ok its my fault)
(i didnt read this through oops)
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bodyguard - ON HOLD
RomanceLOTS OF EDITING IS BEING DONE THATS WHY ITS ON HOLD ------------------ "You're hurt," He tells me, examining my hand. "Yeah, but I'm used to it. I grab the chain quite often." "Just because you're used to it doesn't mean you're okay." "Emilio, I'm f...
