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But I still couldn’t help but smile when I think about Antonio. I kept remembering the family dinner we had. The way he cared about my sneeze was totally off the racks. He even kept his promise to take me to a doctor the next day. She confirmed it was because of the grass. Antonio literally made a note about it and told me we were not going to have summer meals near the grass.
It was crazy, but I couldn’t help but fall for it because it was also very illogical. Even Mia told me she had never seen him like this. He seemed too worried. She told me he was very rarely worried, and even then, he would so very slightly appear to be in any kind of stress.
I loved that his emotions were coming to the surface for me. It was proving me right. He only needed someone to help him feel his heart. His family was blind to that, but I was not.
I was right.
I was always right.
Just when I was drying Apollo, letting him bite my wrists gently, my phone rang. I normally would not check it immediately when I was taking care of my dog because, honest to god, he was just more important than anyone that was calling. Unfortunately, Antonio broke that rule for me because he checked my messages regardless of the situation.
The other day I texted him that I went shopping and had a very important thing to tell him. I got a very worry-full text back and sent him a photo of myself in the new lingerie I bought. It was the cutest white lace set with light pink butterflies over it. I wanted to give him a peek before I showed him in person that very night.
I even added a text saying,did you like it? I bought it with your money. I mean, I bought everything with his money since he was very aggressive about me using Gabriele’s money but still.
He gave me a credit card in the first week of our marriage. At first, I didn’t touch it because I already had my credit card from Gabriele. Then one day, I made a joke about how he should pay for my concealer because I went through almost four tubes just to cover up the hickeys on my neck and breasts. He asked me if he was not already paying for those. He found out I was still using Gabriele’s card, and we had a small fight. Fighting with Antonio was weird, though. He was even calm while arguing.
In the end, he told me he would be very pleased if I just used his credit card since he was my husband now. It was a very easy move, but it got to me. He could so easily play me, and I could not even get mad over it.
So, despite the fact he paid for almost all my things now, I liked to be playful like that.
He didn’t even comment on that but instead told me he was in a meeting, and I asked him why he was checking his phone in a meeting. Antonio simply told me it was because he saw my name on the screen. It was really cute. It was also cute that he asked for another photo and ended the meeting to have phone sex with me.
As a result, I had to check my phone in case it was from him. I wanted to give back. I wanted us to be equals in every way. I wanted to pay back his every kindness with one of my own because I knew he didn’t give them out so freely to everyone. I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful to have such a husband. I wanted him to know what he meant to me.
More than an alliance. More than sex. Even more than feelings.
But when I looked at the screen, it was not Antonio. It was a name that would surprise me just a few months before, but now it only irritated me. Honestly, I wouldn’t even answer if I didn’t know he was going to call me until I did.
So, I picked up. “What do you want, Michele?”
“Hello to you too.”
I really didn’t have time for this shit. “What do you want?”
“What you promised me!” he sneered. He never gave up. He always brought up that promise shit. To be honest, he could just go and tell Gabriele I met with Antonio when we were visiting Chicago. We were married now; it would cause absolutely nothing. Yet, it seemed like he didn’t understand that.
“Michele, please stop calling me. You are not going to get anything from me.” I did feel bad for him before and told him I would tell him if there was something he needed to know, but I had no intention of doing that. There was nothing he needed to know anyway. We were in a truce.
He didn’t hang up, though. “Is it because you don’t want to or because you don’t know what is going on in there?”
“Because I don’t want to,” I answered almost automatically.
“Is that it?” Michele asked, mischief in his voice. He sounded abnormally calm. “Do you know anything regarding Antonio’s business, Priscilla?”
I never thought about that because I didn’t care about his business. I saw him come home drenched in blood, and I knew he had late meetings sometimes. I acted out the pretty trophy wife when it was needed, and I was very aware that his business was nothing legal. Yet. I didn’t know what they exactly did. I never asked whose blood was on him but instead helped him wash off and relax.
Without realizing I became a useful puppet for him.
I would be that for him if he needed it, but the problem was I did it without asking anything back. I did it without getting anything. I just let him use me. I let him keep everything important to him a secret from me.
I didn’t like it one bit, but I was not going to make Michele know this. I answered with, “I know enough.”
“Oh, no, little sis, I really don’t think you do.” He had that confident tone I hated. He could hardly manage that tone when he was talking to me. I was always good at breaking it. I couldn’t do it now. I just let him humiliate me with the truths. “I think that husband of yours tell you nothing about his business. You are just a threat to hold against New York and a cunt to fuck for him.” he gave a mocking laugh. “I mean, of course, he is. That is a logical man. He doesn’t trust you because you are a Falzone. You are nothing more than your last name to him.”
To that, I hung up.
And then I started crying because I had nothing to defend myself against his words. I had nothing to prove he was wrong in his words.
