Chapter 75 YOU'RE AMAZING
••Luciana••
My hand moved instinctively, without thought or hesitation. It all happened so fast, one moment I was standing there, staring at Roman, and the next my hand was striking his face.
I froze immediately, the weight of what I had just done hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had just slapped Roman, the heir to the Russian Bratva, the soon-to-be boss of the Russian mafia, the silent prince, the man I married. My husband.
Reality set in, and the guilt hit me harder than anything else. I hadn’t even processed what I did before it was done. What did I just do? I asked myself.
I stood in front of him, my breath ragged, feeling like the room had suddenly gotten smaller. And then, the tears trickled down my cheeks uncontrollable.
I didn’t even know why I was crying. Was it because of what he said or because of what I had just done?
Maybe it was both, but I couldn’t stop. The tears just kept flowing, and the guilt weighed me down like an anchor.
But his reaction to what just happened even earned him more brownie point.
He didn’t shout, or hit me. He didn’t even raise his voice. Instead, Roman just stood there, his right hand pressed to his face like he was deciding his next move, whether to lash out or just kill me instantly.
But slowly, Roman dropped his hand, and before I knew it, he pulled me into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Luci,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t mean it.”
I tried to break free from his hold, pushing against his chest, but he held me firmly, not in a way that hurt but strong enough to keep me breaking free from his hold.
“Please forgive me, baby,” he said again, his voice full of regret.
I couldn’t even look at him. I continued to hit his chest with my hands—soft, weak hits, like it would somehow release the frustration and anger that were building inside me. I knew it didn’t affect him, but it was all I had.
He kept apologizing, over and over. “I didn’t mean those words, Luci. You mean so much to me, and that’s the truth.”
The sincerity in his voice cracked through the dam of my emotions. Slowly, my anger melted into something else. He was sorry. He really was.
I stopped fighting and let him hold me. My tears continued to fall, but they weren’t as sharp now.
Roman gently guided me to the couch, sitting me down. He handed me a glass of water, then crouched in front of me, his eyes full of concern.
“You see, Luci,” he began softly, “the truth is, home is a sensitive thing for me. I was trying to avoid this conversation, but you didn’t get the clue.”
I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“The house in Moscow—" He paused. “That’s where I grew up. That’s where I spent all my time with my family, especially Andrian. It’s where most of my memories with him are. Sometimes, when I’m in my study, it feels like he’s still there. The thought of leaving that place behind… It brings up anger and pain I didn’t want to deal with. I know you think it’s just a house, but for me, it’s so much more.”
I sat there, trying to absorb his words, trying to understand. He is right, it wasn’t just a house to him. It was his history, his past. His connection to the family he lost.
“I get it, Roman,” I said softly. “But we need to build our own life together, not keep living in the shadow of the past. We need our own place. A safe haven for us.”
"It's not like we are mostly in one place, we travel a lot so what time do we get to spend in the home." He pushed.
"Even if it's for a two days we still get to be in our own home." I paused. "Sooner or later we'll still have to decide this so why now not?"
"It's just not that easy." He said softly.
"We can make it." I said.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in his head, his thoughts at war with his emotions. “Alright, baby,” he said finally. “Let’s work on that. Shall we?”
I smiled, relieved that we were on the same page. “Yes,” I replied, my voice soft but filled with warmth.
Roman stood up, moving to pour me another glass of water. He handed it to me, pressing his fingers against my nose lightly. “You need to flush out that alcohol you drank,” he teased gently.
“I’m fine,” I protested, but he just raised an eyebrow at me, and I knew it was useless to argue. He didn’t stop until I drank the water down.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I said, my voice filled with affection.
Roman just smiled, his fingers trailing down my arm.
“You’re amazing too, Luci. I want you to be happy. What makes you happy makes me happy, too.”
I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “Thank you, Roman,” I said, the sincerity in my voice evident.
Somewhere in the Valerio’s:
Marco: “To bring them down, we have to break their alliance.”
Unknown: “Yes, we should target him. If we take him out, then they’ll be nothing more than helpless.”
Marco: “Something will be done soon.”
Unknown: “The Morettis and
their little doll will be at our mercy then.”
Marco: Laughs wickedly.