Marcello
After making sure Elsa is back home safely and locked up in her room, though the better part of me wished to lock her up in the dungeon as a punishment for her disobedience, I sit on the bed and try to calm down. One night in that dark dungeon, she would eventually learn to behave! Why does she keep getting on my nerves?
I can still order that she gets locked up in the dungeon but a part of me has gone soft for her. U don’t know if it is my dick or my hands that adore her so much. I am sure she wouldn’t manage to be in that dungeon without passing out in a few minutes, screaming on top of her lungs. She’s so fragile.
I am going to make sure she regrets what she has done; pursuing me on this much tension worrying about her safety. I am can come up with a good number of suitable punishments.
But I have only arrived for my Thursday businesses trip. I can’ cancel and fly back though the urge is too strong. At least I am sure she is safe now. I will deal with her when I go home. It is going to be a long wait!
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“Bentornato, Signore,” the new servant whose name I can’t remember welcomes me from the door. I walk past my eyes focused on the staircase.
“Bentornato, Marcello,” Zia intercepts my way at the bottom of the stairs. I think she is from her room. “You are home early, diletto. How was your flight?” she has switched to her mommy mood bur i don’t have the time for it. I just want to find Elsa abd do the thousands of things i have thought about doing when i see her.
“Thank you, zia. I am in a hurry right now. I will talk to you later, ” i say, trying to be polite enough. I know she wants some time but i have to first deal with this.
“Its okay. You can go ahead. But I think you should talk to Elsa. She has refused to eat no matter what I have prepared or how much we have tried to persuade her to eat. She hasn’t talked to anyone since that night. I am so worried for her,” she says, with a worry in her face.
“Oh, thank you for letting me know. I am going to check up on her right now,” i say, though fear strikes through me. It has been three fucking days and she hasn’t been eating. Does she want to die?
“Please do that,” she gives me a small smile.
“La ringrazio, Zia. Don’t bother making me dinner. I am fine,” I say before heading up the stairs. I don’t know what i did to God to have this woman in my life. I don’t deserve her. She understands mr very well and does not question my actions.
I open the door to the room, using the house keys. She might have already escaped while everyone thinks she is up here in her room.
Instead of an angry Elsa glaring at me, I am welcomed with a more humbling sight. I close the door behind me carefully and and pace slowly to the bed.
Elsa us listing under the bedsheets, curled in a very small ball. My breath catches in my throat when I think I can’t see her breathing. She could have chosen to kill herself instead if being here. I get closer to the bed and notice how she us breathing in very swirly, her body rising and falling in conspicuously. I throw the horrible thought in the dustbin.
She is lying on her side, facing the other side. I can’t tell if she is asleep or not
“Elsa!” I call out, but she doesn’t move.
I walk around the bed to the other side where she is facing.
She us awake, and oh God. She is crying. I look into her tear stained fave and pangs of guilt sweep through me.
“Elsa,” I call her again but she doesn’t answer. How long has she been like this. She turns and faces the opposite side. I am somehow glad she still has the ability to be stubborn.
“What do you want from me,?” her voice is hoarse and broken. Fuck! She has been starving herself. Where would she get the energy to eat.
“I want to talk,” I respond.
“I don’t want to talk to you. Go away,” she sounds like she she is out of breath.
Ignoring this, I pull out my phone from my pants pockets and call Elvira.
“Send some juice and prepare some food for Elsa,” I tell her.
“I won’t eat it,” she says.
“You want to starve yourself to death, Elsa? Have you lost your mind? Since when do you stop so low to acceptdeayh as your ultimate defeat? Are you going to let Fedetico win? So you are going to let your father down? What about all your ambitions to lead your fathers empire to greater heights? What happened to that? What happened to the strong willed Elsa De Luca that you showed me you were?” I find myself rising my voice at her. She suts up on the bed and looks deadpan into my eyes.
“You happened!” she yells with a surprising gush of energy that I didn’t even know she still had in her. “You happened, Marcello! You have ruined my life! You have killed me! Do not act do concerned about me and my father or my family! You are all the same. You, Federico and everyone in the Mafia are all the same. You are all murders and greedy assholes. You want my money. You want my fathers business don’t you. Tell me exactly what you want. I don’t trust all your bullshit of protecting me. I don’t want your fucking protection. I am fucking adult I am responsible for my own life! I can protect myself. I don’t need your help. And stop claiming to know me so well! You don’t know me at all, you fucking stranger!” she cries out. By the time she is done shouting, her chest is heaving.
Whoa! She is really mad at me.