Amora.

I looked at Rocco, what has he done? Why is he here? Don't tell me, he lost to him. He is going to die, what is wrong with him? And he is going to make me die, too. I stare at the floor. Not able to understand all the chaos unfolding in front of me. Why is he here, and why did he slap Rocco?

Did Rocco go against him? Did he betray him? I have heard people say when someone goes against him, he doesn't leave them. And I have seen him do that. Kill people when they go against him. Please, please, Rocco didn't do something stupid.

I look at Rocco, trying to find out what is going on, but rather, I look at him glaring at me like I was the reason all of this was happening. It is not my fault that he doesn't have the brain to understand that he is not smart. He doesn't get that he can't win in casinos. He is too greedy to understand that and blames my presence for his stupid brain. 

I see him crouching down, holding Rocco's collar, "Don't glare at her, or you won't have eyes to glare" his voice, dark and hard, with only promises to do that, makes my breath rise. I know he will do that. He doesn't give blank threats. He fulfils them. Rocco looks down, making me feel like he can't hurt me until Mr. Antoniano is in the room.

I close my eyes, gathering the courage to ask, what the hell is going on here. "what is going on here?" I ask, hoping my voice is audible and strong. But as I know, it is so small and filled with fear. And also something I shouldn't be excited to meet him. To feel him near me. Hear his voice. Feel his footsteps. His strong perfume hung in the air, hugging me with warmth. After so long, so long. 

"I am here to take my prize" What prize???

For the life of mine, can I know in clear words what is going on? And please can Rocco answer me.

I look at Rocco, hoping, hoping he explains all of these, but rather, he just looks at my face, anger-filled eyes, a frown on his face, he looks at me, arching his eyebrows, telling me to lower my eyes, is this the time for him to act like he is in the charger, when clearly, someone else is in charge on lives.

Why did I marry him? I should have said no. god, I am so dumb. 

"what is going on? What prize is he talking out?" I whisper to him, I say, not looking down. This is not the time to please his daddy issues.
"keep your mouth shut", he does not whisper. I close my eyes, hoping that I don't scream at him because I will die if Mr Antoniano doesn't kill us, Rocco will. And I will happily die, only if someone tells me what is going on.

"I will tell you what's going on, Mia Moglie" 

 my heart stops, and my breath stops as his voice reaches my ears. His talking to me makes my heart rise impossibly. God, his voice is so fucking sexy and so hot. Am I finally talking to him? 

Amora, not time, not the time to think about your stupid crush, babe. I am so dumb. ah

I understood everything except what was said in Italian. I turn towards him. He walks towards the couch and sits down, his eyes never leaving me, with his t-shirt stretching across his broad shoulder, giving me the perfect view and making me gulp. Not the time to drool at him.

I shake my head, get yourself together. I look up at him, his eyes sending shivers down my spine, my body as if rose on desire. Both our eyes connect, and my heart skips a beat. My breath stops as his black eyes make me forget everything.

"sit up", he says, I look at Rocco, hesitant to sit up. Rocco's anger I can feel, even though he is not saying anything. He hates it when someone is superior to him. And no matter what. I am his wife. He is going to take it all out on me. He is dying to blame all of this on me and beat me because his dumb ass tried to mess with him.

He is stupid. he is at fault.

But the one who gets blamed is me. 

His eyes clearly say, 'Try to move and see what happens to you,' and as much as I want to get and sit, I have to follow his order. I love my life, and even though I want to die. But not in front of him, my love. That is seriously embarrassing.

Mr. Antoniano gets up and walks towards me and Rocco. If looks could kill, we both could be dead. "I asked you, no. Sorry, I request you to sit on the couch" I glance at Rocco, fearful of my every action, and the moment my eyes meet Rocco's eyes, a slap echoes in the room. Making me close my eyes.

Mr. Antonio just slapped Rocco.

God, I so want to do that.

I see Mr.Antoniano holding Rocco's collar in a tight grip. My eyes fixed on his hands. I look up at him, to him stare back at me, with nothing in his face. Not even anger or lust. Nothing. And even weird is that I feel he respects me. Why would he?

"get on the fucking couch, bitch", Rocco screamed, making me flinch and move behind in fear. Mr. Antonio pulls him by his collar, takes his gun out and points it at his head.

"no"

I scream, stopping him from shooting Rocco. I should let him die, I really should. But if he dies, I am going to be labelled as a widow for my life. I don't want to be called Rocco's widow. And then if I get remarried, bitch I am not taking the risk of finding another one of these assholes.

And even if he dies and I become his widow. I am not going to marry anyone. Not taking that risk either.

"trying to save your husband", Mr. Antoniano says, his gun still on Rocco's head, his eyebrows arched.
"I am not trying to save him; you can kill him. But before you do that, can I— can I just know what is going on?" at this point, it's either he dies or I die.

"That's why I told you to sit on the couch. Moglie" First of all, I don't know what he is calling me. But does my body give a fuck, no. Okay, I seriously can't get turned on.

I sigh and get up, sitting opposite to him. He saw me in my not-the-best clothes. I talked to him, and he called me something in Italian. All of these are going to kill me. My first ever interaction with him. Is he hitting my husband?

 Wow.

He sits on the couch chair, his pants hugging his legs. His hand on the armrest, his eyes looking at me.

"he lost a bet", I nod, not new to me. He has lost many bets. And today, he was stupid to make a bet with Mr. Antoniano. No one else. The only one who can kill him, and no one will even know his existence. he made a bet with that person.

And lost.

I should lose my life.

He should die. He deserves every punishment in hell there is. But why did he have to choose him?

The devil I am in love with.

Seriously, god is playing serious games with me.
And I don't know how to play them.

"seems that you are used to him losing"  he is teasing Rocco, I can feel that in his voice. And I don't shake my head in a nod.

"he lost a lot of money" Okay, but he always pays. Ohh, please don't tell me he lost millions or billions. He did not put this house on a bet. If he did, where are you going to stay? I should seriously consider dying. 

"not the house, he did not lose the house, he lost something more, a precious prize", a prize, a precious prize. What does he have that's precious? And how the hell did he know, I was thinking about the house. There is nothing precious to him. 
"something that I'm going to get." I look at him, nodding my head. So, he continues.
"And that precious thing is going to be my wife"

Wife?

"Who?" he seemed confused at my remake, like who the hell did he put on the bet, because as far as I know. No one he knows is not married or single. He chuckled a bit, a smile on his face.

His smile makes me bite my lips, and he looks so beautiful. His grey eyes are sparkling as his cheeks rise in a smile. He can kill so many people with his smile, why does he need a gun?

He leans forward, his eyes never leaving mine.

"you, he lost you. And you are going to my moglie, my wife"

"what!!"