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.

away for an afternoon

like to see

me for nothing. I’m not Mom.

happened to one,

married Equilay and

Equilay work?”

months now;

wanted the earth to swallow her up, she went to Lucy’s frayed, old piece of furniture and sat

This couldn’t be true.

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

She had kept talking and

head ached and her palms were sweating.

way around it. Timothy had expressed

does Equilay work?” she asked just

that maybe there were two hundred Equilay Thompsons

the one who had committed such a crime against Timothy.

he can refer you. I thought you were doing well at the coffee shop,

into focus. “Tell me please. This

subdivision of Giannato Enterprise. It works with

I know

was going to throw up and cut the call. She went to the bathroom and threw up everything in her stomach.

happening to her.

nephew would be in the center of a hurricane. She thought

and looking at

the hell she was going to do that. She wasn’t ready for such a

he wants his head. He’s going to destroy him and, consequently, he will destroy everything in his

didn’t welcome her into her home, because she feared her parents would hate her for helping her, she

herself, to take a deep breath, but her breathing was so hectic and ragged, it felt like she was having an asthma

herself as she tried to remain calm in her messy nervous

to change her coffee-stained and now vomit-stained blouse.

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 it, she painted her lips a pale pink and wore sandals with high heels. She was

Timothy was going to imprison

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 engaged in morning conversations as they

done,” she said aloud as she

off the band-aid covering the wound and then figure

amount. She was furious with herself, for not waiting and listening long enough, she should have gotten

sister hugged her effusively and broke away looking her over from head to toe, while her hands were still holding her shoulders. “You’re thin, so thin. Aren’t you eating? You have to take care of

and gray eyes, the only difference being that her sister radiated happiness, confidence, and intelligence. She had not gotten pregnant by the first

so different and

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

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