Bellissa Maranzano came from an Italian Mafia Family, she disguised herself when she went to New York, she was known as Priscilla Crawford. Massimo Torricelli was left off with a family legacy the Sicilian Mafia. What could happen if history is to r...
On the plane, it was a quiet ride. Not like what I encountered with Massimo when we went to New York together. It was fun.
"Bellissa," Domenico said, knocking some sense into me while I didn't realize I was staring at the city under me.
"Yes?" I asked and turned my head to Domenico.
"You don't seem like yourself." He said, concerned.
"I'm sorry. I just don't get Massimo. I can't stop thinking about him. Is he always like that?" I asked because Massimo is really a complicated person to deal with.
"Massimo became bitter when his dad died 6 years ago and also Laura," Laura, Laura, Laura. Maybe Laura really has made an impact on him.
"Laura what?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm sorry but let me tell you honestly, I want to tell you what happened about the two of them but I think I'll let Massimo talk to you first about her. Then, I'll fill in the details." Domenico said, still concerned about me.
"Okay, I don't know. Should I go to his house? I mean..." I ask doubting what's going to happen in a few hours.
"You definitely should. That house will tell you everything," he said and I become more anxious.
"Okay, let me tell you this, you know I'm excited but I am much scared. Why? Because I don't know what to feel. I don't know what he's planning to do. I don't know what his intentions are toward me. He just,.. he makes everything vague." I explained while a tear fell down my cheeks. Really? a tear?
"I know you'll have peace of mind if you get to used to him, understand him, everything will be clear when we land back to Italy and that's less than an hour now. What I suggest you do is you calm yourself down, rest, clear your mind off things that bother you then I'll wake you up when we land, okay?"
"Okay, talk later," I said as I closed my eyes.
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"Bellissa, wake up. We're here," Domenico said, waking me a little.
I fixed myself. My hair, my clothes, my whole self. Was I excited to meet Massimo again? It's been only a day and I fuckin' miss him.
It was a nice plane ride back to Italy. We were at the airport when the doors of the plane opened. X marks the spot. There was Massimo's car, Range Rover Holland & Holland.
Okay. So he's in the car? I do hope he is.
"Bellissa," He greeted me and smiled as if nothing happened.
"Massimo," I said as I went inside the car and sat beside him. Domenico sat on the passenger's seat.
It was one hell of a ride to his home. We entered the gates of his big, big house on an island and I was amazed. It's like he can live a year without going out of the house. This man has everything.
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Goddamn, this is grand. I can't believe he has an island for himself.
"Who are the people you'd bring here?" I asked curiously.
"Every special person in my world. Today was the first."
"Did Laura ever get to be here?"
"Bellissa," Massimo said in the most serious face possible.
Fuck this godforsaken mess. He can't act as if I wasn't hurt and haven't been myself for almost a day. I'm a mafia at heart but man, I get hurt too. I still have a heart????
"We're here, stop speaking."
"Wow???????" I said as I start to ignore him again. Fuck it.
What do you want?! I mean one time we're okay. One time we're not.
We entered the main door of his house and I sat on his sofa. Man, the architect who designed this house is a complete serial killer.
"Hi, Ma'am Bellissa. Would you like a cup of coffee?" A lady approached me.
"No, thanks. I'm fine." I replied.
"Some tea, perhaps?" She said, still offering me coffee.
"Yes, yes, please. Thank you!"
I checked my phone but there was nothing to do with it. Mr. Warmth hasn't replied to any of my emails yet. I hope everything is well with the company. They can do it without me of course.
You know I had this vision in my head, I was back in New York and I came clean with Mr. Warmth about what business I could do. I mean, what business I REALLY do.
"Finally," Massimo the dumbass said, his voice echoes in the whole house.
He greeted the visitors that enter the door which happens to come inside the house.
"Mom? Dad?"
"Bellissa, my dear."
Wow. This is not a surprise. I'm not happy with the life I have anymore. Everything was better back in New York where I used to live a happy life. I mean I was hiding but I was happy.
Yes, this is a luxurious life that I'm living today. But I was not happy. And it's not the same.
See this. I was in New York, I was happy. I decided to go home to see my parents, to see how they were doing but I was kidnapped by this motherfucker named Massimo who was in contact with my parents and then I was in love. I was in love with the person but I didn't know what intentions he has for me. I was in love with a person I cannot understand at times but has similar interests to me.
I cannot understand everything. Everything is vague when I came back to Italy. I was fucked up.
"Listen, everybody," Massimo spoke and everyone paid their attention to the sick fuck who just started screaming out of nowhere.
"Today marks the day I came back to this house since it was built 3 years ago. I promised myself that I won't ever come back until something special in my life is about to happen. I so happened to also promise myself that the next time I come back here, I'd bring someone special. I'd bring someone that is more than special to me." He said as he puts his hands on his side pockets and starts to walk towards me.
"Before I do anything, I'd like to thank Giovanni and Martina, because, without them, I wouldn't meet this young, pretty lady in front of me now. Okay, It's crazy how life turns turned out to be. I saw Bellissa in New York, and I fell head over heels in love in just a matter of time. I came back to Italy only to meet Giovanni for some business matters and I didn't know the girl will be coming home to her parents. Okay, I'm not good at this. I'll just get straight to the point." He stopped.
He knelt to the ground and pulled out the ring and said (marry me Juliet you never have to be alone /// okay that wasn't funny, is it? Okay.)
"Bellissa, will you marry me?"
FUCK. Is this all real? I mean... girl what?
A tear stream down my face as I put my hands on my mouth.
"Yes,"
Everyone cheered and I hugged him because I missed him.
But I wasn't really sure of the answer.
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