The Italian's proposal

Chapter 9

A woman must have certain things clear before confessing to have committed a murder, been unfaithful, told a lie, or committed a betrayal. She simply had to find better ways to say it, and in that sense, Melody could only think that she had betrayed Timothy Giannato.

While she knew absolutely nothing about him, she didn’t know if he was wise or intelligent, she didn’t know how hard he had worked to keep his company, she didn’t know if he was a bad man, if he told me that someone had done him wrong. The only thing Melody did know was that this Italian had shown up at the coffee shop, and when her eyes fell on him, the tranquility and security that she had not felt for so long, seized her. But at the same time, she felt the nerves and uneasiness, as if it was the first time a man had ever looked at her.

Only it was the first time something like this had happened to her.

And something told her from deep in her heart, that this man did not deserve to be hurt by someone.

Spending five minutes with someone doesn’t get you to know them, and there was the mistake of wanting to trust. She didn’t want to make stupid mistakes like the one she had made with Richard again. The result of her trusting the wrong person would be a permanent reminder for life.

She arrived at Lucy’s apartment and slammed the door shut. She was paranoid, thinking that at any moment Timothy was going to discover that she was related to the man he so loathed at the time.

Since she didn’t have a memo on how to behave in such a situation, all she did was what her body wanted, she got the hell out of the place, apologized as much as she could, and begged Clark to take her immediately to Lucy’s apartment.

Timothy’s driver was silent the entire ride, not saying a single word, if she hadn’t heard him speak in the coffee shop that morning, Melody would have almost assured that the man had no tongue.

“Miss,” he said to her as she was already about to open the door.

Melody was trembling from head to toe, she was pale, you could see it in the hands that showed her veins, and she was biting her lower lip with an anxiety she couldn’t hide, no matter how hard she had tried since she took the elevator in Timothy’s building.

“Don’t think you won’t see Mr. Giannatto again. I know him and I know it won’t be the last time he crosses your path.”

The man’s voice was deep, just like the bodyguards in action movies. Was it a requirement for the position?

Melody didn’t answer, she just opened the door and thanked him for bringing her in.

She stared at her friend’s apartment, all so different from the luxuries she could see at first glance in Timothy’s house. It had become more than clear to her that they were both from quite different worlds.

“We’re alone again,” she muttered to her belly. She had caught herself on several occasions making the gesture unconsciously and since she was already three months pregnant, she was quite at ease talking to her son. “We had an interesting day today.”

And with all the articles and reports she had read on the internet, she concluded that it was best to talk to him since he was forming, so he would come out more intelligent and skillful, even develop that love for whoever she talked to depending on the tone she used.

She was sure that she would love her son no matter what sex he was. She looked at her purse and pulled out the sonogram picture, she was extremely excited despite what was going on with her brother-in-law. Today she had seen her son for the first time, according to the sonographer she would soon know what he would be.

She reached for her cell phone and dialed her sister’s number.

It was a simple device, but at least it kept her in touch. The plan would have been easier if her relationship with her sister was common. But it wasn’t.

“Hi Mel,” she told her answering on the third ring.

“Hi Allegra,” her sister was considerably less impulsive than she was. Both Redford sisters were like oil and water.

“What’s wrong?” asked Allegra immediately.

Melody wondered whether she should tell her about Equilay, it was a delicate subject, the best thing she could do was to personally go to her sister and tell her about the situation ahead.

would also do her good to get away for an afternoon and see her nephew, whom she missed quite a

like to see

me for nothing. I’m not Mom. What’s going

connection since they were little, when something bad happened to one,

until Allegra married Equilay and moved out of the

does Equilay work?”

there for a few months now; he tells me it’s going quite well. The owner of the company is well known, they

to swallow her up, she went to Lucy’s frayed, old piece of furniture and sat down, dropping all

This couldn’t be true.

worst way to confirm that Timothy was this man her sister was talking about. There was nothing else to do but tell Allegra what her husband had done.

had kept talking and Melody hadn’t even been

ached and her

no way around it. Timothy had expressed it fervently; he would make her

asked just to get out

told herself that maybe there were two hundred Equilay Thompsons in

the one who had committed

to know that Melody? I already told you he can refer you. I thought you were doing well at the coffee shop, the one where

sister into focus. “Tell me please. This

a subdivision of

I know

call. She went to the bathroom and threw up

be happening to

possible for Equilay to do such a thing? Her sister and nephew would be in the center of a hurricane. She thought about how this would affect her

washing her face and looking at the mirror. “I have

she was going

turns out that your husband swindled and embezzled from a multi-millionaire Italian businessman, and he wants his head. He’s going

into her home, because she feared her parents would hate her

shaking as she gripped the sink. She tried to calm herself, to take a deep breath,

breathe,” she kept saying to herself as she tried to remain calm in her messy nervous state.

first thing was to change her coffee-stained

phone in hand, a knitted purse that her mother made for her many years ago, a light dress that she would soon not be able to wear, as it was totally clinging to her abdomen, and fell loosely on her legs. She let her hair down and pulled it back in front with bobby pins. There was no way to make her face look older, and since she had decided to stop doing

was

made her skin crawl

at her sister’s house almost an hour later, after three in the afternoon. Allegra lived in a small neighborhood where there were only houses, neatly trimmed yard and where probably a teenager passed by delivering newspapers. The neighbors must have shared pastries and

done,” she said aloud

to do was to rip off the band-aid covering the wound and then figure out

must have had the money in his possession, because when you had three million dollars at stake, there was no way to disappear in a few hours or days that amount. She was furious with herself, for not waiting and listening long enough,

“You’re thin, so thin. Aren’t you eating? You have to take care of yourself! You’re having a baby!” her sister talked on and on, whispering about her body and

radiated happiness, confidence, and intelligence. She had not gotten pregnant by the first man she had slept with, nor had she

different

he looked at her sister, how he talked to her and how he loved her.

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