Amora.

What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He lost me. He placed me in the bet. I am the bet, he put.

This son of bitch. I should not have stopped Mr. Antoniano from killing him. Who the fuck he thinks he is to place me as a prize on a bet. that is also with Mr. Antoniano. What has he done? 

I really couldn't understand what was wrong with him and what was going on with my life. And me, Mr. antoniano wife. Be his wife. He is going to make his wife. What the hell is he saying?

Has everyone gone crazy? 

I look at Rocco, anger flowing inside my body. I clench my fist, trying to curse myself out. "ro- this is not true, right?" I say, looking at Rocco, hoping for once, he says yes and tells me all of this is a joke, or I am dreaming.

Because if all of this is true, I might die.

I am—I don't know what to do.

What the hell am I supposed to do, my husband has placed me as a prize if he lost the bet. And he did lose.

 And know what am I going to do, go with Mr. antoniano. I can't go with him. I can't, I can't be with him. God, how the hell do I get out of this?  How in the world can Rocco do this? 

For godsake, i am his wife.

"it's true", Rocco's voice rings in my ears. My breath stops. I am not his to place as a prize when he loses, and I am not his property. He is nothing. He does not deserve me. He deserves death, nothing else.

But more matter what. I am not an object. For him to sell and Mr.Antoniano to buy. This is my life, and he can't do this.

The years of pain I have gone through, is this what I get? Let him fuck me like a doll. Bruises on my body. Everything he has done. I don't smile, he uses me and beats me. And I fear him—my body-- 

And now, all of this.

I am not someone's property. What if he does what Rocco did? What if he sells me to someone else? I know my heart tells me he wouldn't, but he is the capo. The Marco can't marry someone else wife. He can't.

I can't.

If he beats me, he thinks of me as if his rag doll. He can come, use me and then throw me out. No, no, I can't. I have to be with Rocco. I know him, all of his issues, his patterns, his anger. I know how to control him, and now this. I can't. I will die. If he does what Rocco did, I will hate him, and it will break my heart.

No, no.

I will not go anywhere. Nowhere. Even though I hate Rocco, I can't go anywhere.

"so, please pack your bags"
"no," I say, my breath moving in a rapid rhythm This all is too much. It is too much.

"moglie, what? Why"
"what do you mean by why?" I scream at him, my anger controlled because I have a stupid crush on him. 
"I won you"
"I am not an object, for you win. Mr Antoniano." what does he think? I stand up from the couch, screaming at him, I hold the couch as everything goes black for a second. This is what happens when you eat only one meal a day.

No matter what, I am not going with him or anyone.

"I am human, and you are a capo. You can't marry a woman who has been married. I am his wife. And I don't know what happened, how he lost me to you, why he put me as a prize, but I am not a prize, you need money, get it from him. I am a human"

"I understand"
"no, you don't. Because if you, you would not be standing here," I say.

"Mia Moglie. I know all of this is too much for you to understand. And I know it's wrong. And I am the capo. I can marry anyone I want, and I want you. I won, not as a doll or object. As a human, I want you. You are human. And I promise, you are going to be respected, you are the capo wife."

I sit down, not able to hold myself up.

He walks towards me, and Rocco groans as he sees Mr. Antoniano move on his knees in front of me. My eyes never leave his face. My eyes are wide at his action. 

"I know, you are a person. And you will understand all of this. I will tell you all about it. But please pack your bag, and come with me. I can't let my wife stay in a house where she is disrespected."

"I am his wife", I point at Rocco.
"and you will be mine, my wife now"

"I have to divorce him"
"which you don't need to worry about" Why in hell does he want to make me his wife? There are so many women out there dying to be his wife why is he choosing me? 

"what about your parents?"
"They know all of this. I know you are sacred. But moglie, I won. And a matter of truth, he did not place you as a bet for me, he placed it with some low-rank commander. You were going to be someone's tonight, and you are mine" 

I put my hand on my heart, feeling it beat loudly, he was going to sell, irrespective of what was going to happen. Someone was going to buy me. I was the bet. I was just an object for Rocco to use, and he did. He used me till he had his fill and then was going to give me away.

"Mia Moglie, please, I will make you understand everything. Please pack your bag and come with me" he forwards his hand towards me.

Why is Destiny playing this game with me, out of all the people, Mr Antoniano had to be the person who won this bet. I am sacred, so sacred. What if he is the same? I love him, but I don't know him. I know his likes and dislikes. Not the way he lives his life. The way he treats women.

Why is god playing with me? I am tired, so tired.

"Please, please. Trust me"

I trust you, why would I not? But why would he do this for me? Why would someone go on their knees for me? Why the hell is his words so gentle, and why do I want to trust him? No, I trust him. I trust him. I love him.

He is the devil I am in love with.

"Please, be my moglie, my wife, Mrs Antoniano, Mrs Marco"

I love him, and maybe this time. Destiny and my faith are going to bring me happiness, or at least a life without fear.

Our eyes connect, and I get up and move towards the bedroom.