(NFTMB)Chapter 33
Victoria
(As Clear As It Needs To Be)
“But I’m scared, Leonard. He’ll kill me”. I whispered sadly in a small voice over the phone to Leonard.
Leonard was surprised and shocked to hear everything that has been happening to me. He apologized for his advised plan backfiring on me.
The other day we didn’t have much time to talk as Alessandro rudely barged into the room forcing me to cut the call.
“I’m so sorry you have to go through all this alone, darling. How’s the baby doing?”. He sympathized.
“The baby is okay but I don’t know for how long. He randomly goes off on me, Leonard. He chokes me and threatens me all the time. He doesn’t care about me nor does he respect me”. I held off on telling him about the fact that he hit me.
I’m glad I have someone like Leonard to talk to and share my problems with. But then again, I have to be careful with my words and tread carefully whenever it involves Alessandro Rossi.
“You don’t deserve any of this. I’m in Dubai now on a business trip but when I return to New York I’ll come visit you and take you on a holiday. Would you like that, Princess?”. Leonard asked in his rich and deep voice.
I blushed over the line as excitement coursed through my veins at the thought of going away from here even though it would be for a while.
“Yes, I would like that very much”. I said like a school girl talking to her crush over the phone.
“Good girl. I hate to bail on you because I’d rather stay on the line with you all day but my meeting’s about to start now, love”. Leonard said sadly.
My heart was saddened a bit but I quickly overcame it and cheered myself up with thoughts of our upcoming vacation.
“It’s no problem, Leonard. I understand. Thank you for calling and keeping me company and listening to my sad story”.
“Anytime, sweet pea. I’m always here for you. Besides, I love listening to you talk”. He responded in that smooth velvety voice.
After the line went dead, I collapsed into the bed and stared up at the ceiling, totally dreading tomorrow. The rest of his siblings, his mother and even his uncle are going to be back here tomorrow.
If it were up to me, I’d rather be anywhere else but here. I didn’t want to see them neither did I wish to meet them. I didn’t have to meet them to know they were going to be stuck up and rude. Very ill mannered.
I huffed in frustration as I was suddenly craving milk.
This baby was going to be the death of me. I wanted warm milk at around 11 p. m.
I slowly closed the door behind to prevent making any noise and raising awareness that somebody was out of bed.
I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen. The entire house was dark and quiet but there was a light emanating from the dining area which was adjacent to the kitchen.
Someone must have left it on. I thought.
I decided to get my milk and head back upstairs because genuinely speaking, this house was very large and scary in the day but at night it’s scarier since it’s quiet.
After opening the fridge and taking out the milk I looked around for a way to warm it up a bit before I heard noises.
“No sir, it doesn’t hurt anymore”.
I knew that voice. It was Amara.
I slowly placed the milk on the counter and went to hide beside the refrigerator in case she passed through here so it doesn’t look like I was intentionally eavesdropping or something.
“Would you be comfortable tomorrow? I could give you a day off tomorrow if you don’t want to meet my family, especially my mother. Victoria and Mary can handle it”.
Alessandro.
I felt a pang in my chest at how he was very concerned about her, meanwhile offering me the role of the maid just so his mistress maid could get a day off.
I was the one pregnant for him and not her. Why would he treat me like this? What did he even see in this girl? Why did he care so much for her? Did she know he was in the mafia?
Silly me.
Of course she would know he was the leader of the mafia since she has been having sex with him for years. I rolled my eyes in anger.
“Yes, I can manage. I’d like to meet her. Besides, she was nice enough to agree to let me stay with her back then. So, the least I can do is to be polite and say hello”.
His mom allowed her to stay with her? Wow. Talk about a high class whore and I’ll straight up remember you, Amara.
These weirdos were very engrossed in their adulterous conversation that they didn’t notice that I was in the kitchen.
Here I was freaking out about his obnoxiously rich family I was being forced to meet tomorrow and here he was pampering this girl.
Alessandro, your very soul will rot in hell for this. I said that within me knowing fully well that I could never say it out loud.
“Alright. Very well then. If you insist. Just stay out of Fabiano’s way. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last time. Do you understand me?”. Alessandro asked her.
What happened last time?
“Yes, sir”.
“Good”. His voice was heard before there was silence.
“Keeping her here is only going to cause me a lot of pain and you know that. I don’t know how long I can take it”. She sniffled.
Was she talking about me?
The nerve of this girl.
“Amara, we talked about this before. She stays and that is final. She’s carrying my baby and I’m going to marry her. Get over it already”. Alessandro said, sounding annoyed.
I can’t believe that she was asking him to get rid of me and his unborn child. I can’t remember offending her or mistreating her. So, I don’t understand her hostility towards me.
Looks really were deceptive. I never knew that she could be this vile.
I felt like dealing with this girl and making her life a living hell for the duration of her stay or my stay in this house.
But I couldn’t.
I don’t know how Alessandro would react considering that he was quite taken with her.
Alessandro was one thing that scared me but Alessandro’s anger terrified me, scared me to my bones and haunted me in my dreams.
I wouldn’t want to cross him again.
I could still hear her sniffling and that was how I knew that she was still crying.
“Stop crying, Amara. It’s not like I’m in love with her or something. There’s no reason to act this way, Victoria and I are just plainly getting married”.
“Sir, let me carry your child, please”. Amara sounded desperate.
I cringed at this girl’s desperation.
“Amara, I wouldn’t want you to go through all that again”. Alessandro said as he sounded stressed.
Again? What did he mean by that?
“I don’t mind sir. Since I can’t marry or be with Gavin or anyone else. Please, let me at least have someone to keep me company when I’m old and someone to call my own, I beg you”.
So, Alessandro was so possessive over her that he didn’t want anyone else around her.
Interesting.
“Amara, calm down and think this through. Don’t make hasty decisions”. Alessandro warned.
“My mind is as clear as it needs to be, sir”. Amara said before I heard the sound of them kissing. She must have initiated the kiss. What a wanton woman.
Hot tears welled up in my eyes at my reality and possible future.
I was hiding beside the refrigerator as my husband was having sex with our maid on the dining table.
I wiped away the tears as they fell in fat droplets.
The further sound of fabric tearing and the rustling of clothes was enough to drive me over the edge as I slowly made my way upstairs in tears as I could still hear her voice as she moaned out his name.
I was full on crying as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me as I got into my bed and wet my pillow.
What kind of life was I going to have here?