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March 19th, 2023
Italia 🇮🇹
(Theo's POV)
                                   (Gelosia)
Gelosia-Jealousy

I wake up, and I see Bella by my side. I get up and get ready to go to my warehouse. I walk outside and walk over to my favorite car, my Maserati, but then I see knives stuck in the tires.

I storm into the house, and I go to the living room, where a group of my men are sitting.

"che cazzo è successo alla mia Maserati," I say, yelling

(Translation-What the fuck happened to my Maserati)

"Bella è tornata a casa ieri sera e ti ha pugnalato le gomme," My second and commanded Mati said

(Translation-Bella came home last night and stabbed your tires)

I storm upstairs and find her in our bathroom, and I pin her to the wall by her neck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she says with a groggy voice

"What did you do to my car," I say as I look into her chocolate-brown eyes

"I didn't do anything," she says, trying to give off an innocent act

"Why did you do it," I ask

It goes silent for a minute

"You were supposed to meet me at Passione, and you stood me up."

"I waited an hour," she says, feeling embarrassed

"Bambina, what are you talking about" I question

"What do you mean what am I talking about," she says, confused

"Some girl came in my room and told me you were gonna be late so that I would be escorted by myself, and I went," she continued

"Was she blonde and had blue eyes?" I asked

"Yes," she confirms

"That's Mariana, my assistant. I told her to tell you that I had to cancel because I had to go to the warehouse."

"So you didn't mean to stand me up," she asks

"No baby, I didn't mean to stand you up," I confirm

"Why did she say that then."

"Her and I fucked a couple of times. She's probably just jealous," I say

"Why does she still work for you then," she says, getting angry

"Does it matter?" I ask

"Of course, it matters. I'm about to be your wife. Why are you keeping your fuck buddy around."

"It's not like you want to be my wife anyway, and I didn't think it mattered." I retort

"I want her gone," she says, seething

"You don't have to be a jealous little flower. I'm all yours," I say, tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss