Neglected Limits

11| Masculine Trash

Bianca

"Come in." I heard Papa's voice from the other side of his private board room.

I entered the room, not sure what I expected. Papa had called for me a couple minutes ago, asking I join a meeting on something important. He hadn't given me any context about who or what it was.

I let the door shut behind me, and in front of me sat Papa at the head of the table. Next to him was Luca Vensi with his green eyes and grey hair, and on Papa's left was someone who made me snarl on the inside.

Dark hair. Dangerous eyes. Rough hands.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath trying to center myself. "Yes Papa?"

"Have a seat Bianca." He simply said.

With a look at Matteo and his heavy gaze, I slid into the seat right across from Papa, not wanting to sit next to either Vensi men.

There was stillness in the air for a second, before Luca cleared his throat and spoke. "Bianca I am sure you are aware about the robbery of those Australians?" He asked.

"Yes, I looked into yesterday, and I've got my best man doing the job."

Posture straight. Eyes still and focused. Confident.

"Ah so you have?" He asked, almost tauntingly.

"Like I said. Yes I have." My eyes narrowed just a fraction.

He glanced at my Papa for a second before continuing. "So how did you not find out about the mere identity of those men?" He asked.

"I have. They are local thieves from Australia who illegally got into Italy and stole from us." I said.

Luca laughed, shaking his head in disapproval. "So you do know who they are?" I didn't reply. "Well then what punishment did you decide for them?" He asked.

"Jail." I said.

"Jail? A three year sentence in prison, for stealing from us!" He said.

I swallowed hard, controlling my anger. For some reason men always thought they could talk to any women however they wanted, in front of anyone.

"Yes, that is what I decided." I said, my eyes not breaking eye contact.

"Listen you little girl. First of all you do not get to decide anything! And secondly don't think you can talk to m—"

Before he could finish, I spoke. "I suggest you keep that sentence to yourself Luca, or things won't turn out well for you." 

"And I suggest you apologize." 

I stilled, my eyes immediately landing on Matteo who had demanded such shit.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You heard me, apologize to my father. Your sister is being married into his family, you will respect him." He said.

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him.

"Apologize Bianca." Papa's said in a dangerous tone.

I turned to Papa, to see him comfortably waiting for me to follow his orders. Instead of Papa taking my side, he told me to bow down to the enemies of centuries. And only because I was a woman, if I had been a man, Papa would've pulled out the guns on this, but this case was different.

Women were supposed to bow down to every single man, whether they were the enemy or the hero. Whether they were young as a teen or old enough to be dead soon. We were the men's slaves.