A Million-Dollar Strange Deal (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 12: The Saddened News

"Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing..." ― Elizabeth Gilbert

NOTE: There are some Italian words along the story and just so you know, they're not mine. I used Google Translator and I'm not quite sure if they are all accurate. If ever you find it wrong, please highlight it and place it in the comment box the right words and I will rectify it as soon as I got a chance.

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

             I LEFT my estate with a heavy heart. After our sex, no, our lovemaking as they call it, I don't want to leave her. The emergency call had me left her grudgingly.

A call from my Nonna. She just said nonno is shot dead. The last word made my heart almost ripped out of my chest.

I was fighting the tears that threatening to fall. He was my father, my grandfather at the same time. My mentor and my best friend. He molded me into what I am now. So hearing the news that he's gone was devastating.

When I reach their estate after like a centuries drive, their mansion whom I spend half of my life was so quiet.

I was expecting a casket, but I arrived with a jar of his ashes.

Inside the living room, where my nonna sitting in the middle armchair holding the jar with her cold grieving face. In front of her were their lawyer George David, and his assistant, another short guy.

On the other corners of the room were few of my grandparent's securities standing like a statue.

I could feel the sadness radiating off around the room. Everyone inside was grieving.

I didn't see my father and I felt relieved at some point.

"Nonna," I uttered in a restrained voice as I approach her, and only then she realized my presence. She quickly handed the jar to Rory, their butler who was standing a few inches away behind her, then opened her arms as she launches herself at me. I pulled my grandma to me holding her closely as I held the tears back. I felt her shoulder shudder as she cried on my chest. I pressed my lips on her head and hold her closely and dearly. She's the only ally that's left.

"Troveremo il tiratore , ti prometto nonna . Non mi fermerò fino a quando ho trovato quel bastardo" (We will find the shooter, I promise you nonna. I will not stop until I found that bastard.)

"Se n'è andato e noi non rivederlo mai più .." (He's gone and we will never see him again.) She sniffed and I felt her emotions fused into mine. Broken and at the same time, enraged. I wanted shed blood at the very moment.

"Egli forse andato, ma il suo spirito è con noi ." (He may be gone, but his spirit is with us.) I comforted her, but she just shook her head. I continued on. "I suoi ricordi saranno sempre con noi . Egli sarà sempre ricordato , nonna ." (His memories will always be with us. He will always be remembered, nonna.) I rub her back with my other hand trying to sooth her in some way. She didn't say anything as she kept crying. I felt my shirt already soak with tears, but I didn't bother.