If the Italian is wrong don't blame it blame google translate.🤦♀️
Maia POV
4 years ago
Waking up I wince at the pain in my legs. I spent the last two days in the dark room honestly, it's just normal at this point.
I hop out of bed taking a quick shower before getting ready for the day. Whatever my father wants me to do I need to be ready for, he gets angry if I'm not prepared.
There's a faint knock at the door "Entra". I whip my head around to see mamma a smile growing on my face.
Shes my joy my light in the darkness. The only thing that keeps me going each day. We rely on one another, we live for one another.
"Buongiorno amore" her soft voice music to my ears. (Good morning sweetheart) "Buongiorno a the" I chime back. (Good morning to you to) My mamma is so beautiful her skin is blemish free and her eyes are bright and cheerful, I hope one day I will look like her.
We had this dream that we would envision when I was little, I would always think it would come true I think even mamma did at some point.
We wanted a cottage house in the countryside, only small, we wanted to be close together. We would have a huge garden full of flowers and trees, just being able to run and play as much as we wanted. No other people in sight just us and our cottage and maybe a dog, I would always request a dog when we finish describing our dream house.
Obviously, it would be called sparkles.
"Tesoro, oggi incontri qualcuno di molto importante, quindi devi comportarti al meglio. Vestiti velocemente, arriveranno presto." She stutters nervoulsy the happy tone dropping. (Honey, you are meeting someone very important today so you need to be on your best behaviour. Get dressed quickly they will be here soon.)
My mamma never gets nervous so I know its something my father told her to do. I hate it when he uses her to tell me bad news or something I dont want to hear, he knows I wont get angry at her. I love her too much.
Shes my weakness.
It's 9 o'clock and I waiting in the lounge as my father requested whilst I wait for the mystery person to arrive. The maids made me dress up and do my make up so the person must be someone special, probably one of my father's business partners or something. He as uses me to get them to agree to his demand many times, he calls me in to 'seal the contract' basically making me kiss the pricks.
Dylan died because I kissed him, but these men don't. Fucking hypocrite.
I can hear the front door open and then my father's revolting voice, he will call me in when I am needed. I can't quite make out what they are saying but I definitely heard my name. Great.
After patiently waiting a maid walks it telling me to join them, I flatten out my dress and brush my hair behind my shoulders, how I have been taught to present myself. I keep my head high ad confident only to see my father and a young man maybe in his late 20's early 30's.
I can't help but feel like I have seen him before, someone how he looks familiar.
"Maia this is Fausto Ronchi, he has come to see you" my father speaks politely which is rare. Also why is he speaking in English, I'm a little rusty honestly.
Why does this Fausto guy want to see me anyway? I thought I was irrelevant to my father.
I hold out my hand letting the man kiss it, its normal around here. "Nice to meet you Sir" I speak not knowing exactly what to call him. "Just call me Fausto little princess" the man says in a deep raspy tone. Little princess that a new name and I don't like it, but I guess I am going to suck it up for now.
Fausto is over 6'2 and is extremely muscley he has a sharp jaw and dirty blonde hair perfectly styled in place. I would be lying if I said he was ugly, but he is way too old.
I stand awkward not knowing what to say to this man hoping someone will say something to fill the silence. His eyes roam my body making me uncomfortable; my father just standing behind him watching the interaction.
"So, Maia what do you like to do" he says making small talk. Why the fuck is he interested in my boring ass life, my father could tell him everything about me anyway.
I look over to my father for permission to answer him, he nods nonchalantly. "I like to dance" I respond as that is the only thing, I actually do other than kill people, but I am not going to say that.
"You will have to dance for me at some point then, I would love to watch" he answers. That was weird as fuck but whatever.
I hope this is over soon it's an extremely boring conversation.
"What do you think?" my father buts in. What does he mean? "Good. When do we finalise it, I want this deal done quickly?" He demands confidently towards my father. I would be dead if I talked to him like that. "Tomorrow" he hisses back whilst I stand awkwardly.
"Maia come say goodbye to Fausto" he glares at me making me know that he wats me to kiss this man. I hesitantly walk towards him, he so tall how am I going to kiss the guy.
"Goodbye Fausto" I say rising onto my tiptoes, so I am closer to his lips; before giving him a quick peck. He grabs my waist pulling me into this kiss, his harsh lips on mine. He bites my lip sending a tingle of pain through me whilst his hands dip deeper into my skin.
Why won't he let go?
After a longer kiss than I definitely didn't want he pulls away and devilish smirk playing on his lips. Anger builds up inside me the cheek of the pig.
"See you soon little princess" he whispers into my ear making a chill of disgust travel down my spine.
See you soon. What!
My father leads the man out not fazed by what he just did to me, I want to wash my mouth out to get rid of his taste that lingers in my mouth.
"Maia, don't you leave we need to talk" my father hisses angrily in my direction. What have I done this time?
"Brianna get down here now!" my father shouts for my mother, hurting my ears.
Whoopee family gathering.
Mamma runs into the room scared to let my father wait. My mother has to deal with more shit than I do from my father, once upon a time they were truly in love but after I was born my mother wasn't able to have any more children making my father extremely mad.
She told me it was a bad birth meaning my father couldn't have a son to inherit his mafia. My father blames mamma but it wasn't something she could control; I make me so angry when he hurts her.
"I am telling you both something so keep you mouths shut till I finish" rage seeping in his voice. "Fausto will inherit the mafia as I don't have a son but Maia you are going to marry him to continue our bloodline, give him sons and please him, that is your duty."
WHAT! I have to marry him he's like 30 oh my god I would rather die. Tears brim in my eyes. Don't cry, don't cry. I'm so weak.
I turn to Mamma for reassurance, but she just stares at the floor I know she knew about this, but she just can't do anything about it. I shake my head uncontrollably, "No, no, no" my cries getting quieter with each word.
"It isn't up for discussion girl; you do as I say and that's final!" he exclaims practically shouting at me. I don't want to marry him, I don't want children with him, I don't want him.
My knees give way and I crumble to the floor. "GET UP YOUR PATHETIC CHILD!" he screams at me grabbing my arm and dragging me across the room.
Nothing.
My ears ring at the defining sound.
Unbearable pain shoots through my body; smoke covers my eyes, rubble scattered all around me. Orange embers float in the air.
Dust clogging my throat I cough into my hand, when I look down blinking through the smoke, blood splatters my hand.
My eyes squint into the darkness, "MAMMMAAAAA!" I scream through my pain, over and over again.
I push myself from the floor with all my strength I still have left. I stumble towards where I last saw her, coughing up more blood as I move. A shot of agony runs through me with every step I take, bleeding bruised and broken.
"Mamma" I cry when I see her limp body lying within the rubble. I fall to the floor scraping my hands over the debris to get her out. "Mamma come on talk to me, wake up mamma!" I yell scared for her life.
I grab her hand squeezing hard, for hope she feels me and wakes up. "We promised each other remember mamma, do you remember?" I sob. "You promised we would always be there for each other. Don't leave me" I cry tears streaming down my face.
I sit there over her body stuck in a state of paralysis, my hope slowly slipping away. "I can't lose your mamma, I need you, I love you" soft whimpers leaving my mouth.
I don't feel my pain, I just feel hers.
Hands grab onto me pulling me away from her body. I struggle in their arms wanting to be by her side. "She's gone" the harsh unfamiliar voice says. I free myself from his grasp, running straight back to mamma.
I clamber onto her holding her to my chest, "Wake up mamma" I whisper kissing her forehead. Sobs escape my mouth as I feel the hands back on me.
They pull me back; I scream and struggle keeping my eyes on her.
There is a sharp pinch in my neck as I float out of consciousness.
Mammas hand twitches slightly.
Darkness.
Sorry if this is a bit confusing but its basically a flashback/Maia recalling this day after Carlos asked her about it. 🤗
Byeeeee.