EPISODE 3
680 Words
MAURIZIO FERRARI
I looked at the picture, over and over but I keep getting the same results. God damn, I f*****g hate how vulnerable I feel right now this feeling is new to me. I am Maurizio f*****g-Two-Sec Ferrari and I do not get vulnerable.
Is it because I love her?
Fuck! This love s**t is f*****g up my brain and my status; I make people vulnerable, not the other way round.
Oh, my sweet love, why do you want me to punish you so badly? I am angry and you know how malicious I can be and I am disappointed because you seem to be enjoying the pleasure from a man that is about to be history soon.
This is me, talking to the picture displayed on my smartphone. It was the first thing that I saw trending on my phone earlier this morning when I woke up in a guest room. I could not bring myself to sleep on the same bed with Anastasia, because I probably would have strangled her to death in her sleep.
"He is finally sleeping," I quickly pressed the power button on my phone, and turned to my mother who just put Leonardo to bed.
"At last," I said.
"You have not eaten anything since you got here in the morning. Would you like me to make you lunch?"
How does one eat after seeing their wife being devoured by other boys? I don't want to eat, I want to murder someone now. Someone is really going to die and as for Ana, I am not sure yet about her punishment but as soon as I figure it out, she better be ready.
"No, thank you, mamma. I don't have an appetite."
I needed to avoid Anastasia today morning. I needed an excuse to get out of the house, so I asked Melissa, the kids' nanny to prepare Isabella and Mirabella while I got Leonardo who is still on breastfeed, and pack their clothes in a bag because I am sending them to my mother's place for a few days. I am surprised Ana has not yet called to ask about the kids. Does she even care about them?
"Excuse me, I need to make a call," I said, getting up on my feet from the couch to the patio through the sliding door and closed it behind me.
Before I could even make my call, I receive a call from Beverly and I answered immediately.
"Dolcezza," (Sweetie) I said as answered.
"Papà, can you please come and fetch me?" She sadly asked.
"Are you not supposed to be in class? Is the school out already?"
I could hear her crying, and when I asked her why she is crying, she said that she is sick, but that is just bull crap, it is more than that.
"Okay, I am on my way." I ended the call.
I went back into the house and just then, the twins were getting into the house with Melissa, coming from the park. They missed kindergarten today, because they slept very late last night.
I kissed them on their cheeks and bid my mother farewell and headed out of the house to my car.
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"Bambina, what is the matter?" I asked Beverly who is sobbing as she laid down on the car seat at the back. "Fine, if you don't want to talk, I will go into the school and demand answers from everyone." I threatened, but she quickly rose up and held me back.
"No, I have been embarrassed enough by mommy, don't make it worse!" She shouts.
"Beverly, if you not going to talk, how am I supposed to help you?"
"I don't need your help, okay? Just take me to Nonna!"
"How did mommy embarrass you, Bambina?" She exhaled, realising that I am not going to let this slide.
"My mates were calling mommy a harlot and when I asked why, they showed me a picture of mommy, doing something with-"
"Sshh, va bene, Bambina, va bene," (It's okay, baby, it's okay,)
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