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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Finally, the last meeting comes to an end and I'm so relieved. I can't concentrate anymore and besides, I've really missed Becks tonight.
The reception has taken too long, and I can't wait to take this suit off me and cuddle Becks into my arms. That one hug in the garden is not enough. Besides, I'm planning to give her big news tonight when we're done. I like it or not, she has to know about it.
But first I need to concentrate on this reception.
Being a Don is not only the hardest thing to do but also the one I've never wanted to do.
It transforms me into someone I hate and someone that is going to be hated by many, quite soon.
And I don't care about others too much, not even my own family, except for my mother. And Becks.
I can't risk being hated by Becks although there will be plenty of reasons too. I hope I'll manage to keep my Don life away from her.
I roll up the sleeves of my shirt and after washing my face like three times with chilly water I look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, observing carefully the Don I'm going to be and I know I'm going to be the worst, the hardest, the most murderous and merciless there has ever been. That's the only way I know to be a Don.
I dry my face with a towel and walk out of the bathroom having only Becks in my mind.
Just as I enter my office I see her in front of me, her green eyes are floating in tears and her face is washed by the ones already shed.
She's holding a file in her right hand, and I immediately recognize it.
Well, fate is not on my side.
"What the fuck is this, Vincenzo?!" she yells at me, voice choked in sobs and tears that keep falling.
I shifted my eyes from her face to the file in her hand and I inhaled deeply.
"I want to hear what a fucking shitty explanation you have for this," she continues seeing me hesitating, still not replying. I have to choose my words carefully.
I stroll deeper into the office, throwing the towel on the nearest armchair and keeping a neutral state, fighting to show myself calm.
"You don't understand, Becks," I say in a low tone and composed nature, hoping I can contain her anger somehow.
"What is it that I don't understand? What is there to understand besides the fact that you've lied to me, you have been hiding things from me. You had no right, Enzo! I have been asking you so many times about the divorce papers and you've been lying to me each and every time! You knew I felt guilty for the situation of Lucas and yet you let me believe he has died, making me feel even more guilty!" she shouts.
"Well, I wished he was fucking dead!" my voice booms, hitting the walls of the room like thunder in the night.
"I wished he was! How do you think I feel when I know he's all you have in that head of yours?! When I know that every time we fucked you wished I was him?! When I know that you close your fucking eyes just to picture him fucking you when it's actually me?!"
