𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

The Art of Failosophy: Masterclass

After the supposed light meal, that I'd thought about being light. I thought I wouldn't eat much, but it turns out my mind may have consumed too much of my energy & therefore I ended up finishing half of the pizza. I must agree Nonna's restaurant did pretty well with it. The pizza tasted of roasted oreganos & cherry tomato paste that was evenly spread all over the half-done crust. The crust I ate was pretty crunchy & well-cooked but from my experience, I am aware that if you place the toppings in the first place, by the time your dough will be properly cooked. The toppings will just turn into ashes. 

We were heading to a warehouse while I sat beside him, with my head resting upon the window, discreetly watching the buzzing city life edge into a sunny afternoon. The blur skyscrapers passed by in a blur, and everybody watched as our luxurious beauty passed by. I don't see his point of bringing his fancy vehicles, might be because he yearns for attention but then I also question the point of owning them if you don't flaunt your wealth symbolically half the time. 

"From now on, we will have to take precautions. You cannot after this drive, travel with me anywhere in feminine clothes. I don't want people to be skeptical about our relationship. I don't want anything to stop us from revenge.", he exhaled long sentences in one breath. "What do you mean? Am I going to stay at the mansion for months or I don't know perhaps years? I certainly don't think you will rush any of our plans. So until then however long it may be, am I going to rot in the same place?"

He immediately stopped at the nearest car park, stared into my soul & spoke in a demanding manner, "You do not speak to me in that tone or raise your voice with me again Cara Mia, do not misbehave, do not be angry. I haven't even completed saying what I had to. You cutting me off is allowed only when it's just us. I have a certain image to put in front of my soldiers & I am unwilling to let them think-"

"That any woman can talk you down?", embarrassed that I spoke again when he hadn't finished I forced myself to look away from him, wetness gathering quickly at the edge of my eyes. After he spotted them, I motioned my eyes downward. Only for him to gently turn my face so that he could again stare at my face, gliding his fingers across my face to wipe away the tears that had been treacherous. I pulled away & he continued, "Yes that and that I don't want to encourage anyone or show them that I allow you this, just not in front of everyone. If I start permitting people to treat me this way, they will forget that I am indeed the one who rules over them. I don't care if they like it or not but I am their master they must serve. Do you understand?"

"Yes", with that I turned away from him to gaze at the windshield in front of me even if breaks from the intensity of it. He pulled us back on the road & told me, "You don't need to stay at home. You will go out with me only. You will dress like my bodyguards do. Even if I am capable enough to not require one, I must only because the profession requires one. You must not appear like a girl I take with me on long drives, but instead like a man who's beside me, supposedly protecting."

I fumbled with my hands, not knowing what to do with the defeating awkward silence reigning upon us. Now that I escaped from being an emotional wreck, I was angry and agitated for the same reason. Why did I have to come undone in front of him? Can I just not be someone in control? How can I easily hand someone else the ropes to my sentiments? Why do I have to hide away while he takes the spotlight? I mimicked his face when he was trying to feign dominance over me, like who are you anyway? the Sicilian mafia's boss, my brain reminded me. While I was in the process of imitating his face, the slices of eyes peeking from eyelids, the stubble in his jaw & his dumb husky voice (I did not voice out anything). God knows the moment I looked a little left. There sat Dante casually staring daggers at me for not taking him seriously, I reddened under his senile scrutiny & turned leftwards to poke my head at the window for being so dense. After experiencing a train of mortifying, self-inflicted events, I yawned heavily. Then gave up sitting straight at last & accepted the window to play the role of my brick-hard pillow.

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There ya go, ladies & gentlemen! I do not have an ounce of patience but I must applaud all of you for being here despite my failed efforts to write.