Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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My office desk looks like something has exploded on it.
Files and papers are scattered all over as I'm trying since morning to find the faults of this damn contract which is more draining money than adding.
I haven't left the office since morning and my head is spinning already. I can't concentrate anymore.
I stand up fixing myself yet another glass of brandy, walking in front of the glass wall of my office, sipping from my glass, and glancing outside.
My mind keeps going back to Becks.
It was so damn hard to leave her apartment last night and maybe it's stupid I've left, but I don't want to rush things with her.
She's too vulnerable right now and as much as I want to be the knight in shining armor coming to save her broken heart, it feels wrong to take advantage in her present state.
But it's hard to stay away as well, so fucking hard, something I've never felt before.
I don't know how that happened, but she captured my thoughts from the first moment she bumped into me in that shop.
And the fact that she's a run-away wife tells me there is danger around her divorce thing.
Women don't run away when they divorce. They just divorce.
I hear the door opening and Salvatore shows in, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Perche sei ancora qui?" he asks, walking in and shoving his hands in the pants pockets. (Why are you still here?)
"Work. Why are you here?" I asked him back.
It's not usual for him to pass by so late. Normally he would be dating or knocking up some whore at this hour.
"Papa wants us for dinner at the mansion tonight. Something he needs to talk about."
I sigh and walk back to my desk.
Not the right evening. The only plan I have for tonight is to grab some take-away dinner and crash at Becks' apartment.
Fuck her vulnerability! I need to be with her. The distance is already making me anxious as fuck.
"Talk about what?" I tried to find out, but I know papa. He's always secretive about business until we are locked in his mansion office.
And almost always it's linked to me or with whatever he wants from me.
And usually, he wants a lot! A lot that I don't want to give.
I've never gone deep into papa's businesses or the family deals altogether.
I'm lucky enough to be the youngest, so no expectations are in place except for being part of their life.
Family is everything to us. And I am a part of it, visiting regularly, taking part in family events but never involving my business with theirs.
