LV1. Wolf's Wife

20. Romero - Three years later

I haven't had sex in more than three years. It was almost strange that it didn't bother me until today. Now I was sitting in my father's plane. It was a private jet, the one on the bigger side of the scale. My life changed so drastically three years ago that my brain didn't even catch up for months. Then I fell into this routine, and I worked my ass off to prove myself.

I didn't become my father's heir, that was still Gabriella. I never, even for a minute coveted her position. I only envied her for the decades she could spend in the proximity of our father. He was such a formidable man, I enjoyed every minute I could spend in his company.

To my surprise he also went out of his way to spend time with me. We had lunch almost every week. He invited me regularly to the estate. He kept tabs on my classes and sent me contracts to read and discuss.

Learning from him was the best thing that could happen to me. He was so much better in every way than Lorenzo, that fucker who brought me up. I realized how he hated me and my sister, how our whole upbringing was fucked up with a father figure who used us to revenge something we didn't have any impact on.

On our way from Vegas to London, we stopped in New York. My twin, Giulietta and her husband and Oksana and her husband joined us. Now the plane was packed with happy couples. It seemed that everybody got their happily ever after in these past years. Everybody, except me.

Giulietta and father still weren't close, they didn't exchange too many words on our flight, but at least there was no animosity between them. Giulietta told me that she simply couldn't forgive him. She still felt like we were abandoned by our real father. I told her that for me there was nothing to forgive. I didn't hold a grudge against him for a minute. He didn't know. From the moment he got the first information about our existence he came.

And now she had a loving husband, her true soulmate, and that huge Irish clan around her to love and cherish her. All those brothers were there for her to protect her for the first time in her life. She didn't need me anymore. She hadn't need me for years, even before she met her husband.

I was sitting on the most luxurious plane you could imagine, I had a great job I always wanted. I finally got my law degree after three years of Law School and interning in Lupe & Co. I lived in a penthouse I could not even phantom to step my foot in before I met my father. And here I was holding a pity party.

We were on our way to my wife's graduation ceremony. There would be this huge concert and then a reception. We will all celebrate Alexandra and her graduating from Royal College of Music. She didn't come to my graduation ceremony which was a month ago. She had to practice night and day for this concert, or so I was told. But now we appeared in London en masse.

I could have come alone, but Ricardo insisted, then Oksana wanted to come, too. Then someone told my sister about the trip, and she wanted to show her support to me. And here we were.

Alexandra was still my wife, but I never thought about her in those terms. In my head she was still that young girl, and I began to call her Lexy when I rarely thought about her. We didn't speak to each other. Hell, I didn't even saw her since Christmas, which was more than a half year away.

I helped my father to save her and then helped Oksana to save her once more. That was all, I told myself over and over. Our marriage was nothing more than means to an end. We went through some traumatic shit together but that didn't bond us to each other.

She chose her music and her violin those years ago, and I had no objections. We were supposed to be married and live together for a year, but after the shit that went down, even her grandfather relented. She went back to London to do what she wanted the most.

I had the feeling that this time I should finally set her free. I could have already draw up the divorce papers. I was a lawyer after all, but trying to write that document left sour taste in my mouth every time I sat staring at my blank screen.

My Lexy could have a boyfriend. She could even fucking someone as I was sitting here alone. Lexy had always had that innocent aura that made her untouchable to me. She was so beautiful with her almost white hair and those icy blue eyes. Men in London had to be completely blind not to notice her. She was in a collage full of fellow musicians. Surely, she found someone who was not part of this fucked up mafia world, who was only living for her precious music. The thought that she found someone she was willing to caress as much as her violin, made me want to punch someone.