Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
"You and your mutt aren't fucking welcome," Vitto snarls.
Rex growls at him and he jumps. "You'd better control that fucking beast, reietto."
I laugh. "Nobody controls Rex," I mutter. "And I trust my dog's judgement. If he doesn't like you, there's a damn good reason for it."
"Fuck off," Vitto grunts. "Get the fuck away from here. Where's your driver?"
I shrug.
Well, this isn't enough to please the older guy. He attacks me then, but the moment he lunges at me, Rex snarls, barking his head off.
"I told you to control that fucking mutt!" Vitto growls. "You wouldn't want something to happen to your dog, would you?"
"Fuck you," I hiss. "You touch my dog, you fucking die."
"I'd like to see you take me," Vitto boasts. "I could kill you in a heartbeat."
"Sure." I smirk. "You and six other armed goons, like that time years ago?"
"You don't know who you're talking to, do you, reietto? I could fucking end you," Vitto says. "One wrong word and your life is fucking over."
"Yeah, I bet your father will listen to the opinion of his spoiled kid," I scoff. "No one gives a shit about you, Vitto."
"They will soon," he warns. "Once my father retires, all of this will belong to one person only…me."
"And I'm sure you'll run it into the ground."
"Fuck off, Adrian."
"Gladly." As I make a move to leave the pier, the necklace with the wedding bands slips from my pocket. I make a grab for it before it can fall into the sea.
Vitto is faster. He grips the gold bands in his fingers, smirking at me. "What's this?"
"None of your fucking business, Donatti." I lunge for the necklace but
Grinning, he takes a step back.
"Give it to me before I really fucking hurt you… you piece of merda!"
"Oh, so it means something to you?" Vitto smirks. "I wonder what would happen if you lost it."
My vision darkens. "Give it back or I'll tell Rex to rip your throat out."
Vitto smirks. Then, before I can react, he throws the necklace as far into the sea as he can.
I stare at him, dumbfounded. Then I see red. I could kill him then and there.
Rex is barking his head off, scaring Vitto shitless.
Instead of attacking the rich prick, I peel my shirt off my body.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Vitto snaps.
"Taking back what you fucking stole," I hiss before jumping into the sea.
"You're fucking crazy," Vitto shouts after me as I begin swimming. "You're never going to find it again."
I don't respond. I keep diving, looking for the necklace. The sea is deep though, and I can't reach the bottom. I'm going to fucking kill Donatti.
By the time I climb back onto the pier, Vitto is long gone.
Rex howls as I make my return, wagging his tail.
"It's okay, boy." I pat his head. "We'll keep looking until we find it again."
And I keep my promise. I return to the docks every single day. It takes twenty-two days to find the necklace and I never, not once, start to lose hope. It's the only way I can prove to Marzia how much she means to me and that we're meant to be together. I would've kept looking for months, only to hold the necklace in my hands again.
I find it without anyone else's help. For three weeks, I come to the pier and dive into the sea, combing the sea floor until I finally see it, glistening, with curious fish swimming around the bands. I smirk as I get out on the twenty-second day, and Rex wags his tail happily. I did it. I got it fucking back.
Vitto Donatti be damned.
As I head back home that day, I swear to myself one day, I'll take great pleasure in killing Vitto.
He's done nothing but fuck things up for me. He's an insolent child, a grown brat that has too much power because fools like his father believe he deserves it. He needs to be knocked down and shown his real place, which is below me. I don't give a shit about his money or the power he holds over this city.
One day, Vitto Donatti will pay.
32
Marzia
After Adrian leaves, my heart doesn't stop pounding for what feels like hours. I still feel the searing heat of his kiss on my lips, and I keep smiling, touching my fingertips to my lips as I file through the papers.
"Stop daydreaming, ragazza," Bruno tells me after a while. "I can tell you're not focusing on your work. Your mind is a thousand miles away. Just take a break instead."
I nod, grateful for the interruption. Bruno's right, I can't fucking focus. I'm too lost in my daydreams about his son.
Putting away the papers, I join Bruno at his desk for lunch.
Once again, he has lasagna brought in for me. My appetite has been waning, but I look forward to this meal every single time. As I dig in, I keep my eyes trained on Adrian's father, watching him with some suspicion.