Chapter No. 6
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Heaven Venezia:-
"Donna, you are not just wasting my time, but yours too, so just take your husband and leave. I have somewhere important to be and I would really appreciate it if you listen and go." Carmen spoke in a cold voice as she stood up and walked away. I began to go after her when Rick stopped me and shook his head.
"Heaven, we have got Giovanni. We have what we came for, so let's just go. Maybe you are wrong for thinking that she is up to something." Rick said and I shook my head.
"No, Rick. I know she wants something. I feel it in my bones but I don't know what." I murmured then sighed "But, I guess you are right. Maybe I am overthinking, but if I am think...."Rick cuts me off with a smile.
"I will find out if she is up to something if that's what you want." he tells me "Right now, it's time to take Giovanni back home and get him treated by the best doctors from all around the world."
"Okay," I said walking towards Giovanni and cupped his face with a smile and tears " I missed you so much, Gio. I knew it. I knew you were alive because I felt you in my heart. I knew you were alive, just waiting to be found, because you are nothing but a fighter who will win from his death too, just to come back to me."
"I wish I knew what you are saying, but it's good to hear that." Giovanni said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously " I guess."
"Ok, let's get you home and I promise you that I will get the best doctors flown from around the world to give you the best treatment. Your memories will return in no time because I will not sit until they do." I promised my husband and hugged him tight, feeling his warmth.
Giovanni might not know me completely at the moment, but he wrapped his arms around me tightly and hugged me back and instantly I felt a familiar warmth wash over me. It was the same kind of hug I was familiar with, the same arms that had pulled me through storm after storm, and made me feel safe and protected and loved.
However, now there was space, a divide within his mind that even this warmth couldn’t erase. Giovanni moved a little away from me, but his eyes were still locked on mine – bewildered but warm. "I don’t remember you… not yet. But,” he paused, frowning slightly, and his voice was softer when he went on.
"I am trying really hard to remember right now because I feel it. I feel it inside of me that you are the missing part of my soul and not to forget I felt something happen to me when you embrace me like this. I felt like... safety. Like home."
Emotions brimming in my eyes, I just nodded and with a lump in my throat couldn’t speak anything more. "We both are one another's home, Giovanni. You are my home and I am yours."
He gently touched my cheek and closed his eyes as he was trying to put pressure on his mind to remember and removed the fallen tear with his thumb that had fallen out of my eyes. "I believe you. It is strange, Heaven, but even if I can’t recall you… I feel like I want to kiss you."
Those words made my heart race. My strong, dangerous, beautiful husband – so entangled in his thoughts but slowly regaining himself for me.
"Giovanni," I whispered and my voice was shaking with happiness and sorrow, "you don’t have to try to recall it. At least not right now or try to put pressure on your mind until we go and get you checked by the doctors.'
“I will, Heaven. I will put pressure on my mind again and again because every time I look at you, at your eyes I feel this need in me like I have to remember you. Even if I don't want to remember anything, I want to remember you. You are doing things to me in my heart. You are making it race with your presence," he avowed earnestly, squaring his eyes onto my soul and continuing to speak.
"I may not recall the memories yet, but I still have a feeling about it. This… connection between us. And I know that at this very moment, the only thing that I need is to kiss you. Like I need to feel you."
I was staggered, I could barely contain the choke that turned into a struggling sob that came out from my throat. I was nodding and could already feel how tears were beginning to run down my face as I leaned closer to him. "Then kiss me," I whispered my lips being only several inches away from him.
He took my face in both his large palms, touching me both firmly and caringly. And then, without one more word, he advanced towards me and bent his head to kiss me.
The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It was a promise. Be it said that the two of us would always make the journey back to each other no matter what. It was the first time that his lips were tentative, but when the kiss got serious, I was reminded of that feeling I used to have whenever I was around him. It was incredible, overwhelming even, that the floodgates were open and everything was as it was. Like he remembered.
And I’m pretty sure that I responded to him with the passion of a thousand suns, probably the love, sorrow, joy, and faith that I have inside me. This was my Giovanni. Though the memories of his past life were perhaps erased, his spirit recognized mine. And that made me strong enough to convince myself that we can mend this. That Giovanni will be back to normal like he was before.
Finally, we released each other and both of us panting, Giovanni leaned his forehead on mine, his eyes shut. "I can’t make out what is going on," he muttered, "but with you, I am feeling alive and whole. Thank you. I didn't feel like this with her."
I could hardly hold back the tears and I gently caressed his head as best as I could. "Don't worry, Giovanni. You’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it. Just trust me."
He nodded but apprehensiveness remained in his eyes. "I trust you."
After that, we left Martinez Estate. Rick had already called for our transportation and in less than a few hours, we were in a private plane heading back to Italy, Giovanni’s hand still holding mine.
I would keep looking at him from time to time as the plane ascended; his face was aloof as he looked out the window. He was confused but somehow he was here with me. And that was enough for now.
"Is...Is this our home?" Giovanni asked when we entered the gates of the massive Venezia Mansion which was heavily guarded "Why is this heavily guarded and why are they all looking at me with shock and bowing at me?"
"Because you are their boss. Their Don and they are shocked to see you alive after a long month of search." I replied and sighed "Giovanni, can you do me a favor?"
"Wow, I am a Don. Like a Mafia boss?" he asked shocked, then stopped speaking when he looked at me "What is it?"
"It....It's about our children.....Gabriella and Lorenzo."
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