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My body grows weaker as I finally let it all out. I puke out the pasta I had the day before with liquid content. It takes me a couple of minutes to feel better. My mouth is bitter, with a disgusting taste. I walk to the sink and rinse my mouth over and over again to get the taste out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I find a vomit stain on my hair. I wash it off immediately, splashing water on my face.
A loud knock lands on the door.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” I yell as I walk back into the room.
“Your father asked me to bring you some food,” someone says from outside.
“Fuck off,” I reply breathlessly, falling to the ground. My stomach feels empty. The door clicks twice and opens slowly. Tommaso is walking into my room with a tray in his hand.
“I said I don’t want to eat.”
“I’m only following orders.”
He sets the tray beside me on the floor and walks back to the door. “Get your strength. Your father said to tell you he would be here soon.”
I push the tray further away from me. “Tell him to go fuck himself.”
Tommaso walks out of the door and shuts it from behind. I hear another click as he locks the door again.
The smell of risotto wafts into my nostrils. It’s tempting, with the sweet aroma making my mouth water. My stomach grumbles again. Louder.
I sit on the floor next to the tray. I grunt stubbornly and pull the tray closer, reaching for the glass of water first. The taste of my puke still stings at the back of my throat. My hand reaches for the plate of risotto as I take a sip of water.
I can tell it’s Savia who made it. The middle-aged woman has been working for my father for as long as I can remember. She must know I’m back here, making me my favorite meal. There’s no strength in me to resist it. I play lazily with the fork, feeling weaker to eat.
My palm rests on my stomach as I remind myself of the human growing inside me. Alessandro still has no idea I’m with his child. With Father locking me here, he just might never find out.
Protecting my child from Father would be another situation to deal with. Especially when he finds out it’s Alessandro’s.
I take a little portion of the meal to eat, for the sake of the growing little human in me. The rich, creamy taste causes a soft moan to escape my lips. I hurriedly fetch more portions, satisfying my growling stomach. It’s only a few minutes before I hear someone call my name from outside.
“Adriana.”
A scowl spreads across my face, almost immediately after hearing his voice. I could never be mistaken by my father’s Italian laced accent.
“Tommaso didn’t deliver my message? Such a dumbhead. I want to be left alone, Father.”
The door clicks open. “You remind me so much of your mother. Feisty and stubborn headed.”
He walks into the room dressed in a striped blue and white shirt tucked neatly into light brown pants. He has a black fedora hat on. I grunt as he removes his hat to show his wrinkled face. His white hair is packed in a low bun.
“I’m surprised that figlio di Puttana (son of a bitch) has come barging in here like an idiot. He was lucky I wasn’t around.”
I shift backward until my back meets the bed frame.
“Thomas is finally dead. My plan was going just as I wanted, but you little brat…” He kneels in front of me and grabs my chin. I grunt as he pulls my head higher to stare at him. He squeezes my chin tight.
“Go to hell,” I say through gritted teeth. “Arghhh!”
He slaps me hard in the face. My jaws start to hurt from his grip. “What has he done to you?” He pushes me further into the bedframe and squeezes my throat. The wooden frame hurts my body. “What would it take for me to break you?”
I’m struggling to breathe as he pushes me harder. “Let me go,” I groan.
He stares at me coldly with a fierce gaze. “You have to learn to obey orders, Adriana. You disrespect me out there in front of my men.”
“Let me… go,” I whisper roughly. My fingers dig into his shirt to stop him. He doesn’t budge as I deliver hits on his body.
