piccolo tesoro

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Double update make sure you read 'problems' first!!

Arabella:

August 27th 2022

I walk back to my room after helping Vincenzo when he was panicked. I felt helpful for once, finally glad I could reciprocate the feeling of comfort. He always made me feel safe I'm glad I could help him feel the same.

I walk to my room heading straight for the closet, I just need something simple. I could borrow a club outfit form Amiera or look through my old closet, for now I just want something simple and comfy.

I finally found a nice cropped black long sleeve and some light green sweatpants with black writing. I tied up a pair of black converse and placed on my silver jewelry. As I stated at myself in the mirror my eyes went to my necklace, I shook my head taking it off and setting in next to the sink.

No chances.

I grab a different silver necklace from a small jewelry box, it was simple with a little dangling heart. I brush my hair quickly before tying two pigtail braids. I curled my eyelashes and made my way out of the bathroom satisfied with my look. Before I could reach my door I heard Vincenzo aggressively bang on my door, "cmon Arabella we gotta go." His voice was harsh and I could hear his footsteps as he walked away down the hallway. Why is he mad.

I grab my bag from my bed quickly before opening to door to find him not even there anymore. I shake my head trying to ignore the self doubt as I make my way down the stairs. Still not here.

I walk towards the front door and nod at Mario who opened the door for me, but not before complimenting my dress. I fake curtesy like a princess to him before walking out the door and seeing a very Angry Vincenzo in the car.

I should've worn my necklace, the bad luck is already starting.

I watch him through the tinted windows seeing his dark figure moving slightly making the car shake abruptly. I walk around to my side and open the door and see his head resting on the stirring wheel. He doesn't speak to me as I sit next to him, he just slides his key in and speeds us away.

The car jolts forward at first and out of fear I reach for his arm but stop and quickly grab the front of the car instead. I see his head turn out of the corner of my eye but I don't do anything, he's acting scary.

We drove silently, no music, no talking, just the quiet sounds of our breathing. I hear his breath pick up fast and fast as he drives, I make the executive decision to grab his hand.

I move his free hand to my thigh rubbing it up and down with mine on top of his. His breathing slows but he keeps driving fast not looking at me, I don't force him to. I just keep moving his hands along my thigh feeling each other as he calms. When we finally pull up to Ameiras, I look at him, "Please look at me Vincenzo." He shakes his head looking down, his hand moving on my thigh on his own now. I grab his chin moving it towards me as his eyes finally find mine.

This sense of vulnerability in his eyes makes me feel like crying, "What's wrong baby just tell me, please." I beg softly watching his reaction trying to grasp if I'm pushing too far.

But I'm not because when he speaks I can tell he needed it. "I got a bad work call, I'm fucking frustrated. And I didn't want to get mad around you so I was trying to avoid you before my meeting." His voice was rough like he'd been screaming and yelling for hours, when in reality it's only been an hour since I left his room.

My heart hurt for him, I don't want him to feel like he can't just be honest with me. I stroke his face with my thumb smiling softly at him, "It's okay, it's okay to not always be caring for me and perfectly chill Vincenzo." I let out a light laugh as

I see his eyes soften at my words, "It's okay to be mad and sad, that's okay that's normal. I don't want just one Vincenzo, I want all of them. I want the grumpy Vincenzo, and the angry Vincenzo, and the sad Vincenzo, and the sometimes rarely funny Vincenzo. You don't have to hide from me." I watch as he turns to the side looking away quickly before looking at me.

His eyes are a bit red and his voice is still rough, "O-okay. Yeah." He clears his throat letting me know he's done talking.

But I know he appreciates it because after I peck his lips and slowly pull out of the car I hear a faint, "ti amo piccola dolcezza" I don't know what it means but so know it means he's grateful and that's enough for me to walk into Ameiras apartment building with a smile on my face.

Vincenzo:

I clenched my jaw slightly as I watched her walk into the building swaying her hips and the little bag in her hand. She has no idea of the way she cured my inner child when she spoke to me, the way I felt when she told me it was okay to feel. Okay to show it. All those years of torture until I became a mindless figure, the years after where I tried so hard to get myself back.

I spent weeks tied up against a wall being slapped and abused until I stopped showing any sign of pain. The days I was starved and whipped until I couldn't remember my name. I became a slave to the power of my father and his men, but I was taught to be grateful. But I always wanted myself back, the person who felt things at one point in time.

I never could though, hearing his voice in my head every time I started getting better. It was like he had his own space in my head to control me. But Arabella, she tapped into my kind and soul ripping him right out of it. If she said I could do it, I truly felt like maybe I could.

I put the car in drive and speed away off to my meeting. After driving with light music playing I see my building come into view, the tall structure made of all glass windows screamed rich. I parked in the garage before I entered the building, I saw newer staff cower from me, feeding my hunger power. I watched the women make fools out of themselves as they tried flirting with me or making eyes.

I've fucked almost every woman here, once is enough. Now I have Arabella, I don't need anything but her. I'll have to work on making that clear to everyone in the office, maybe I'll bring her in sometime.

Maybe even fuck her in here, let her moans be loud so everyone hears.

I make my way up the stairs avoiding the elevator I just watched 4 different women enter, but not before eyeing me to go in as well. As I stand face to face with the door for the meeting. I did my usual preparation in the bathroom outside the meeting room.

Do a line.

Tighten my gun in my holster.

Tuck poison pellets in my sleeve.

A/N:
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