NFTMB)Chapter 40
Alessandro
(The Wife Versus The Mistress)
“Ah, yes tell us a little about yourself, Victoria”. Fabiano said to Victoria who was quietly eating her food.
I know that if I hadn’t threatened her, she wouldn’t have taken a bite. She has to eat for two now.
“Um, there’s really nothing to tell, sir”. She whispered as she stuffed her mouth with food.
“On the contrary there is. I’d love to hear all the teeny tiny details about your life before Alessandro”.
This old bitch is getting on my last nerve.
I gripped the fork tightly in my hand and tried to restrain myself from stabbing him with it.
Key word, tried.
It’s very difficult.
“Fabiano, let the girl be. She’s pregnant and you’re stressing her”. Mother said.
“She’s pregnant?”. Fabiano exclaimed in fake surprise.
“As if you didn’t know”. Niccolo shot him a glare.
“Oh come on, Niccolo. I’m supposed to play the surprised uncle but you’ve ruined it now”. Fabiano said, pouting in an irritating way.
This old fool must be mentally deranged.
“I’d rather you play the dead uncle”. I muttered as Bianca and Valentino laughed.
“Not so soon, Alessandro”. Fabiano said, wagging his old crooked finger.
I visualized chopping it off, dipping it in orange paint and using it to paint Robyn’s fiery mane of red hair on a pure white canvas.
Only thinking about it gives me a rush of excitement and pleasure.
“So, please tell me about yourself, dear Victoria”. He resumed again.
“My parents are late. They died in a house fire when I was seven. I lived in a foster home till I turned eighteen and left”. She simply said
“Ohh my sincerest apologies, darling. What about your foster parents, do you still keep in touch with them? You know you Americans never get along with this whole foster family thing. I wonder why you all still do it”. Fabiano said with a scrunch of his nose at the mention of americans.
Racist old pig.
And no, I’m not a hypocrite.
“No, they weren’t the nicest people so I don’t keep in touch with them”. Victoria answered.
She was very uncomfortable.
“Ugh, Americans!”. Jasmine rolled her eyes in distaste.
If Niccolo wasn’t careful he was going to be mourning this nuisance he brought home.
“Young lady, quit sticking your nose in affairs that don’t concern you. Have you no home training?”. Mother scolded her.
I loved what mother did but that wasn’t punishment enough to me.
“Hey! Get up!”. I instructed her as all eyes turned to me.
“What?”. She said like she couldn’t understand English anymore.
“Don’t you understand English anymore? Should I speak in mandarin?”. I asked her.
“No”.
“Bro, what’s wrong?”. Niccolo said.
“Not a word from you, Nic. I’ll handle this myself since you can’t”.
“Wow, another drama! You all are so entertaining over here. I’m quite tempted to pack up my stuff and come live here instead”. Fabiano said, clapping his hands together.
Try it and it’ll be the last thing you’ll ever do.
“Take your plate!”. I instructed Jasmine as she stood up from her seat.
Bianca and Valentino laughed out loud after figuring out what I was about to do.
“Get the hell out of this place. Now!”. I barked at her as she shook in fear.
“Babe, where will I go?!”. She whined to Niccolo, stamping her feet on the floor in frustration.
“Alessandro, you’re embarrassing her. Stop!”.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Niccolo!”. My anger got the best of me as I banged my fist on the table startling everyone.
“Get out of my sight! Immediately! You shouldn’t be seen around this dining area else you cease to exist, do you feel me?! Now, pack your shit and get the hell out of my table!”. I yelled at her as she scrambled away from the dining table in fear.
Victoria giggled beside me and I can swear it was the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“You have gone way too far this time!”. Niccolo said as he got up and went after her.
“Fucking pussy!”. I spat.
“You’re really going for the iron fist, aren’t you?”. Fabiano said.
This bitch.
“And what’s it to you? Want me to use it on you too? I’d be more than glad to do it”.
“Ah no, Victoria is better acquainted with that, aren’t you, sweetcheeks?”.
“Stay away from her, uncle”. Valentino said as he still paid attention to his food.
“Wow, she really got all your boys whipped for her or rather her body, hasn’t she, Elena?”. His silly eyes were twinkling.
“I’m not going to be a part of your immature games, Fabiano. Miss me in your nonsense”. Mother said in a dismissive tone.
Amara walked out of the kitchen with a jug of juice.
“Ahhh, my favorite thing”. Fabiano said, gesturing to Amara.
“Leave her alone!”. I said to him,
Victoria glared daggers at Amara. I can tell they weren’t friends anymore.
Even when subdued her mean side still tries to rear up its ugly head.
Women will always be women.
Amara politely greeted everyone present before proceeding to fill our glasses.
As she got closer to Victoria, Victoria did the most unexpected thing.
Victoria immediately took my hand that rested on my thigh and placed it on hers.
I looked at her but she kept her face blank.
Well, I can play this game as well.
I trailed my hand upwards on her thigh. Victoria’s breath hitched in her throat as my hand worked its way into her inner thigh.
“Ow! Watch it!”. Victoria said to Amara as she mistakenly spilled a little bit of the juice on her napkin.
“I’m so sorry, ma. I’m very sorry. It was a mistake”. Amara apologized profusely.
“Do I smell a war? Perhaps someone knows something? The wife versus the mistress! Who will win?”. Fabiano said, chuckling to himself as he shook his head and clapped in excitement.
“Personally, Elena, I’m rooting for the wife. She seems like the type to become vicious when provoked”. Fabiano said as mother completely ignored him.
I eyed Fabiano like the nuisance he clearly was.
“Go on, Amara. It’s fine”. I said to Amara who scurried away into the kitchen.
I pinched the apex of Victoria’s thighs to notify her that I knew exactly what she was doing.
She hissed in pain at my action but I still kept my hand fixed inside her dress.
“Everything alright down there, Victoria? Or are we disturbing something?”. Fabiano asked with a smirk.
“Yes, sir. Everything is fine”. Victoria said.
“Please call me Fabiano, lovely girl”. He offered.
“Okay. Fabiano”. Victoria said in a small voice like she was testing the name on her tongue.
“So, my dear, how did you end up like this, pregnant for my nephew”. Fabiano said with a careless flick of his hand.
“I don’t understand, Fabiano”. Victoria said with an annoyed expression on her face just as my hand remained where it was only inching higher at a torturous pace.
“Please notify me if this dinner is about to become a biology reproduction class so I can take my leave”. Bianca said.
“Everyone knows how babies are made, uncle. Theirs can’t be different from the usual process”. Valentino said.
“You’re too old for all this, Fabiano”. Mother said.
“Hey, why’s everybody coming at me? I just asked a harmless question”. He said faking ignorance.
“You can take your stupid harmless question somewhere else, Fabiano. I’m really tempted to stab you right now. And I must tell you that I don’t do too well with temptations”.
“Ah, Alessandro, of course you don’t. That’s how you got your son’s nanny pregnant. You can’t control yourself. It’s like an open secret”. He laughed at his own words.
This old fucker!
“Uncle! That’s enough. You’re embarrassing her!”. Bianca said, gesturing to Victoria.
“Embarrassing her? Of course not. Besides, I never spoke about him fucking his maid, did I? Now that’s embarrassing”. He said in that irritating ignorant voice.
Valentino’s fork made a huge clink sound as it slipped from his hand in surprise and fell into his plate.
“What?”. Valentino said in disbelief.
“Oops. Bianca made me say it. It wasn’t intentional, Alessandro, dear”. Fabiano said, covering his mouth in fake surprise.
“Excuse me”. Victoria said getting up and walking out as my hand slipped out of her dress.
I watched her walk upstairs wiping her eyes.
There’s no going back now, I will definitely kill this man.