Episode 31.3
The Italian noticed that she was pensive and wanted to know your opinion on the whole matter, would you accept? Well, it's that she really had no other way out. But she still hadn't given up and he was waiting for an answer...
"This is very hasty," he finally said, "and it doesn't make sense, my brother always made me believe that Italians weren't good with women, they cheated and mistreated them, they took their money... He instilled all that in me because I didn't want to that they hurt me, that I suffered a disappointment and now, now he asks me to marry a southerner whom I don't even know... and who is also related to... -She felt uncomfortable feeling his almost murderous gaze.
Now the Italian turned defiant.
"Say it, don't you dare?" You know something about me, don't you? And yet my sin will save you, piccola," she said.
She then thought that she would not do it and no one could make her. Not after all that talk. What kind of life would she have with that guy? He was a gangster, and high-flying gangsters slept with a gun under their pillow and whatever she said or bothered him... Come on, they didn't want to send hit men to get rid of their enemies, or kill people with their bare hands. who offended them in any way. Would she end up dead herself for revenge or by accident in a house full of weapons, what difference would it make to her staying in Milan? Well, there was, she was sure of that. She would run away from that man.
But she wouldn't be so foolish as to openly refuse...
"I need some time to think about this," he finally stated, looking into her eyes. He studied him intently, he was a strong man, maybe rude, he gave the feeling of being like one of those rude guys in the movies despite being so kind and charming. A facade.
And he also looked at her, but in a more appreciative way, observing her charms without any dissimulation. He didn't like that look at all.
"Oh wow, when a lady asks you for time, she's actually telling you that she doesn't want to see you again..." the Italian then pointed out and took out a cigarette, and from the defiant gesture he imagined that he was annoyed.
Nobody told him that he was forbidden to smoke in that room, the waiters saw him, but they had to know who he was.
She wasn't stupid. She had learned to stay away from danger and she had a feeling that she shouldn't reject this man outright. She didn't want to end up dead in a ditch with a shot to the head or worse. Her brother had to be crazy to make such a pact. What did she owe that man or, conversely, why had this man agreed to take care of the younger sister of her Russian friend of hers? Because something was not clear to her: she did not know if he was the Italian who needed a wife to collect an inheritance as her brother had said or it was her brother who forced him to protect her in payment for her favors and fidelity during years. Her brother worked for a powerful government organization, he was a highly respected and admired scientist who spent hours in labs and didn't have much of a life. Something obsessed him and because of that obsession he had set aside a family life among other things. And all his research, his discoveries? Hell, she wasn't sure of anything anymore because everything her brother did was on her laptop, on her locked desk, and she had learned not to ask questions, not to snoop around. Because it was dangerous to know too much. But she knew that she was after something big, a new vaccine, a new chemical weapon? She must have discovered something deadly and dangerous.
She felt chills all over her body, the food didn't taste good, and that man was smoking some strong-smelling cigars.
—Well, I imagine that your silence is a yes—the Italian's voice woke her up from her reflections and she looked at him scared. A yes? No, it wasn't a yes, it was a resounding no.
Her eyes stared at her, those eyes seemed like a daring caress, he was looking at her, that man had been looking at her for a long time, but she never paid attention to him, she knew him because he was a friend of her brother and nothing more. . He had spied on her and she knew that she was lonely, she cooked well and her temper was calm...sometimes. It's just that he didn't know her angry. Perhaps her reasoning was simpler: I like you and I would like to sleep with you, I think you would serve as a wife because you cook well.
"I need time, please," she finally said.
-Time? But Russian doll you ask me for something that I can't give you because time is now my enemy.
"But it's just... when should I marry you?"
He took some time to answer as he put out his cigarette in an ashtray that a waiter had brought him.
-In two weeks.
-In two weeks? she repeated incredulously.
"Yes, not one more day. Maybe before, I am handling a marriage permit with an official. You will have to learn our customs and no vodka or phrases in your language," he continued, "there is no time to waste. In two weeks it will be the wedding and you will not return to that job, have you understood?
The young woman's eyes shone with intensity as she nodded silently. Wasn't he her husband yet and she was already giving him orders? She didn't like that man, how the hell was she going to marry him? No... he must be crazy, they all were. All her life she had been an obedient and good girl, and now her brother and that man of hers were plotting to save her, but she was not mistaken: it was a new slavery. A contract, an agreement that offered no advantage to her. She didn't think that sex was a benefit, she really had no idea because she hadn't started in that matter, she wanted to do it, but she didn't have a boyfriend or anything like that, money didn't tempt her, harlots were also offered money to beat them later , subdue them and make their life a complete hell.
There was nothing romantic about that offer, just that the Italian seemed as obligated to offer her protection as she was to accept. What if he didn't want to marry her but to make her a sex slave and sell her to other men?
Oh my gosh it was awful! There were no guarantees for her. A terrifying cold ran down her spine as he carried her back to her house. They were alone in the car, but there was a group of vehicles that followed them, she supposed that they were her special bodyguards.