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“Too much information,” Salvatore said with disgust and anger mixed in his face.
I knew Priscilla was going to be a good mother but also knew why they were concerned about that. Again, they didn’t know her very well. Priscilla was full of energy which was a good quality to have while dealing with a little kid. She also loved children. She might have seemed impatient, but she was married to me, so it was probably a good practice.
I didn’t think she was carefree. Alessio and Salvatore were used to people around us being tense. Priscilla, on the other hand, was completely in peace with the deadly aspects of our world. She was happy with her life, and she wanted to live it the way she wanted. She wanted to be free but was not carefree in the way they implied.
The moment I realized she was so at ease with our world was the other night when I came home covered in blood. It was late, and I didn’t wash up before coming. I thought Priscilla would be asleep, but she was watching something on her laptop on the kitchen counter. Thank god there were a few take-out packages next to her.
I got tense the moment I saw her there. Because she was so eager to go out without a bodyguard or live a normal life, I had the impression that she was not fully aware of what Cosa Nostra entailed.
When she looked at me, there was no shock, though. She only smiled like she did every time I came home. “Welcome. You are very late.”
“Yes,” I said. I couldn’t manage to answer her properly. I looked down at my blood-soaked suit. “I am sorry. If I knew you were awake, I would have washed before coming.”
I stepped closer to where she was sitting and waited for her eyes to fill with worry, but the only thing I could see was confusion. “Why? Isn’t washing at home more comfortable?”
I nodded. “It is, but I didn’t want to disturb you by coming home like this.”
To that, she only laughed. “Antonio, it is not like I don’t know what you do. It is okay, really.” And her expression made it obvious that it was really okay. She was not disturbed in the slightest.
I stood there for a second, stunned. Then I stepped towards the stairs. “I’ll go wash up quickly.”
After I took a few more steps, Priscilla’s voice ranged, “Antonio?”
“Yes.”
“Are you not going to kiss me?”
I did kiss her every time I came home, but I was soaked in blood, for fuck’s sake. She was not really okay with this. For a person like me, it was normal, but Priscilla was sweet, fragile, and pure. She couldn’t be okay with this.
Yet she was.
“I thought you won’t want me to kiss you like this.”
She smiled. Her green eyes lit up the perfect way I enjoyed. “I always want you to kiss me.”
So, I kissed her. I murmured how weird she was and how she surprised me all the time. I didn’t mention how much not knowing her irritated me. I didn’t mention how I hated she was so spontaneous. I only told her how much she amazed me.
She kissed me harder as an answer and then followed me to the shower and washed me just like I washed her. She was the one who took care of me, and even though I never needed that in my life, I enjoyed it.
So, she was relaxed with every tense thing our lives entailed, yet it didn’t mean she was a carefree person not fitting to be a mother. She was going to be a great mother. I knew that her perfection was going to excuse everything I was going to do or, rather, everything I was not going to be able to give our child.
I looked at Alessio and declared, “She is the mother type. Don’t worry about my marriage.”
Alessio opened his mouth to say something, but just at that moment, Isabella’s voice gathered our attention. “Alessio!”
My brother threw the cigarette at the ashtray and turned back to his wife. “Sweetheart.”
Isabella came up to him with an angry face. “Were you smoking?”
“Of course not,” Alessio answered with confidence. They both quit together when Isabella got pregnant with Clara, but Alessio slipped now and then.
“Then come back. I missed you,” Isabella said, pressing up to his side. She had deep intentions in her eyes, but I knew Alessio was not going to see it. He was too mesmerized by her closeness. He was too helpless when it came to Isabella. It was something I always found ridiculous.
Alessio leaned down and kissed her lips, getting caught in the very obvious trap. Isabella jumped back from the kiss, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Hah. I knew it. You smoked.”
Salvatore turned towards the entrance. “You brought this to yourself, Al. Happy fighting.”
I followed him inside, leaving them alone at the patio of Vasile mansion. I was supposed to look after the food anyway. I was always the cook in these family dinners. Thankfully Mia was also good at cooking and helped me.
