Chapter 3
Romero awakened the next morning with a disorienting headache. The constant throbbing at the side of his head made it difficult to open his eyes.
He groaned as he tried to slide off the bed but his movements were restricted by the two women that latched onto him. He barely remembered fucking either of them.
He extracted himself from their grip and got off the bed, he was completely naked as he approached the bathroom to relieve himself, only to find that the door was locked. Giovanna.
Memories of the previous night flooded back to him and he gritted his teeth as he walked towards his closet to bring out his 9mm pistol. He was too disoriented to bother searching for the key. And frankly, he could care less if it frightened the girl.
Romero checked to see that it was still loaded as he approached the bathroom door once again. He aimed the pistol directly at the handle of the door and fired twice before the door finally opened.
The two women that laid on his bed scurried out of the room upon hearing gunshots.
Romero moved aside the bathroom door with the bottom of his gun as he stepped in to see Giovanna huddled up in the corner, staring at him, looking utterly terrified due to awakening to the sound of gunshots.
He paid no heed to her as he moved towards the toilet and began to ease himself. When he realized Giovanna still had not moved from when she sat, he spoke, "Get out," he instructed.
Needless to say, she ran out of the bathroom. She was about to lay on the bed but the room was heavy with the stench of sex, he had once again been with other women.
Giovanna held back tears as she stared at the bed in despair, all she wanted was to fix whatever was wrong between her and Romero. He was all she had left from her past.
Perhaps she shouldn't have refused him yesterday when he wanted to have her, but she felt like a stranger was touching her and all in all it felt wrong when he touched her. It most likely felt wrong because he was drunk, she thought.
The sound of the shower turning on is what brought Giovanna out of her thoughts, she gathered up the sheets on the bed and tossed them on the floor. She picked up the empty bottles of wine, the discarded clothing on the ground and began to arrange the room and lay fresh sheets on the bed.
She was so engrossed in cleaning that she hadn't noticed that Romero had stepped out of the shower and had started dressing near the closet. His skin was fresher but his grey eyes still looked cloudy. Giovanna slowed down and took a moment to stare at him.
Despite his behaviour, Romero was a handsome man with beautiful features. She stared at the tattoo that trailed his neck, Romano spelt vertically in a thick font.
Romero shifted his gaze in the mirror to see Giovanna was standing there and simply staring at him. What the hell did she want now? Romero thought as he placed his tie around his neck.
"Allow me," Giovanna said softly as she approached Romero and helped him with his tie. Romero didn't have the energy to stop her from doing so considering the massive headache he had.
When Giovanna finished with his tie, she did not move away immediately instead she placed a palm on his chest. Giovanna was around his chest level as looked up at him with moist eyes but all she received from him was the look of disdain and possibly hatred.
She knew that she should feel angry towards him for how he was behaving but she didn't, it was just hurt she felt.
"I'm sorry I don't remember our life before all this," her voice was shaky as she spoke. She was apologizing not because of anything she did but because she thought the reason he treated her this way was because she no longer remembered him.
Romero did not comment as he pulled away from her and continued his dressing in the mirror. It was not the woman he hated but he hated the name she bore, Giovanna Giordano.
Giordano.
The name made his blood boil beyond descriptions. He glanced at the woman behind him before grabbing his phone and heading down to his office. A new shipment was arriving this week and he didn't have time to deal with nor did he want to deal with Giovanna's presence.
It would've been much easier to kill her in front of Dominic, but what was the fun in that? Especially when she didn't remember him.
Giovanna stared at herself in the mirror, she looked awful. Her hair was tangled, her face held dried tears, and her smell was pleasant.
When she stepped out of the shower, she searched the closet for her clothes but it was only Romero's. After some time she just decided to wear one of his shirts that looked oversized on her and a pair of boxers that could substitute for shorts.
There was nothing she could do, Romero had refused to give her a phone or any device for that matter. She sat down in the bed and looked around the room, she found it odd that there was absolutely nothing in the room that signified her presence.
Perhaps before her accident, they slept in separate rooms, she thought. She wanted to go look for Romero and ask but that would only piss him off further.
Giovanna stepped out of the room and began to walk towards the ground floor, she roamed around until she finally found herself in the kitchen. The mansion was too big not to get lost in if one didn't know the way.
The summer breeze was very welcoming as the wooden glass door to the garden had been left open.
She wondered about Romero's occupation, unsure how a regular salary would be able to afford something like this. The entire compound felt like a fortress but she was only allowed in this wing of the mansion.
She moved around the kitchen island, taking her time to note every feature of the area until she finally reached the fridge.
"If you're hungry, there are several chefs that will be more than willing to prepare you a meal," a deep male voice said from behind her.