Chapter 35 Back to Venice II
“Ohh that's fine! I expected that so I made you soup!” Mia answered, literally scanning Isabella's face.
“I'm going to pee!”, Isabella said as she tried to stand up.
Mia quickly stood up, helping her to the en suite bathroom.
“Do you need help with anything else?!”, Mia asked.
“No I'm okay!”, Isabella said as she closed the door behind her.
Mia quickly approached the small part of the bed that Isabella had stayed in, tucking the sides for a more smoother look.
“Are you still there?!”, Isabella asked, her voice slightly raised.
“Yes, yes I am!”, Mia said, approaching the door.
“Do we have any chores for today?!”, Isabella asked.
Remembering everything meant remembering the feeling of fear she felt for Luciano.
“No, The Don ordered that we all have some rest!”, Mia answered.
“Okay! I don't need any other thing, I'll have my bath and have breakfast when I'm done!”, Isabella said, the sound of the toilet flushing following after.
“Okay, do you want anything besides soup?!”, Mia asked, walking towards the door.
“Uhmmm I don't know yet! I'll make that decision later!”, Isabella replied.
“Okay!”, Mia said as she left Isabella's room.
Hearing the door shutting close, Isabella took a deep breath in the bathroom.
‘Yesterday was a lot!’, She thought as she prepared to have her bath.
Isabella remembered how unshaken Luciano was when he unalived the man.
‘The same way he was unshaken when he told me to stand under pouring rain!”, Isabella thought as she went back to freshening up.
She was going to thread extra carefully around Luciano from that moment henceforth.
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Isabella's stomach growled as she approached the kitchen.
Madam Paula was the first to see her as she was catching up with her show in the living room.
“Hi Isabella! How do you feel?!”, she inquired, taking in Isabella's pale looking face as she walked towards her.
“I feel fine!”, Isabella answered.
“Have breakfast first, you look pale!”, Madam Paula said as she stood up to check Isabella's temperature.
“Good!”, she said as she pushed Isabella slightly towards the dining room.
“Mia made such a delicious soup for you! Come on! Go check it out!”, Madam Paula urged.
Isabella looked around, looking to see if she'll catch a glimpse of the reason for her headache, The Don.
Walking to the kitchen quite disappointed, Isabella's stomach growled when she started to smell the aroma of the soup she had made.
“Come!!”, Mia said as she saw Isabella walking towards the kitchen.
“I made chicken soup!”, she said happily as she pushed the bowl towards Isabella.
Wasting no time, Isabella quickly sat, the growling of her stomach being calmed by the delight the taste of the soup brought to her tongue.
“My days Isa! You really were hungry huh?!”
“I actually was!”, Isabella replied as she continued wolfing down the soup.
“What's going on!? Why do you keep looking around?!”, Mia said as she noticed Isabella kept looking around albeit eating.
“Nothing, I'm just wondering why we aren't working today!”, Isabella answered being half honest.
“I already told you, didn't I?!”, Mia asked to be sure.
“Yes Mia! You told me!” Isabella answered.
“The Don doesn't give us days off like this very regularly, so let it just happen!”, Mia said as Isabella took the last bite out of her soup.
Mia continued, “Speaking of The Don, he left not too long ago with his assistant!”.
Isabella's heart jumped as she heard Mia mention The Don.
She finally got the answer she wanted after all.
“Today he wasn't wearing a suit!”, Mia mentioned as it wasn't something that happened often.
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Luciano had indeed left the mansion alongside Andreas as they had a flight to catch to Venice.
Suspecting the detective was in cohorts with the rats they had caught in Venice, he decided to tell his uncle about the latest developments.
It was better to take precautions in his books.
Since the flight lasted only a few hours, Luciano already made the decision to leave the same day.
They soon arrived at his uncle's house, Luciano quite shocked his uncle wasn't having a random party.
Knocking on his home office, Luciano opened the door to see his uncle busy typing away on his laptop.
“Luciano!”, Luigi called out as he was surprised to see Luciano.
He quickly closed one of the tabs on his laptop, pushing it to the side to avoid suspicion.
“What are you doing here!?”, Luigi asked.
“I came to check in on your shoulder!”, Luciano replied as he approached his uncle for a hug.
“Always so sarcastic!”, Luigi replied as he pulled away from the hug.
“Take a seat!”, he urged.
“What do you fancy? Have you had something to eat today!?”, Luigi asked as he pressed a button.
“No uncle! I'm actually here on business!”, Luciano replied as Luigi sat up.
“Business? What happened?! The rats are already settled, yes?!”, Luigi asked.
“Yes uncle, but it seems there's something we're missing!”, Luciano said.
Reiterating the detective’s story to his uncle, Luigi seemed rather shocked to hear the end of the detective.
“You did get useful Intel out of him?!”, Luigi asked.
“Not quite! I believe he was holding out on the important information!”, Luciano answered.
“I'll have someone look into it and connect the dots. You don't have to be worried!” Luigi said.
He continued, “Now that the minor one is out of the way! I can't believe you're not asking about my shoulder!”
Luciano chuckled at his uncle's reaction.
“Still so dramatic!”
“Come on! Let us have lunch outside!”, Luigi said as he stood up and approached the door.
Seeing no reason to say no, Luciano stood up, gently patting his stomach as he followed after his uncle.
They approached the dining area, Luciano having a bit of nostalgia as he remembered memories he had in his uncle's house before his parents died.
Sitting alongside his uncle on the dining table, Luciano saw the maid he usually had flings with in his uncle’s house.
Looking at how propped her breasts were, the feeling of disgust instantly made its way to Luciano.
Taking it as his cue, his uncle requested breakfast back in his office.
“I'll leave you to it!”, Luigi said as he went back to his office.
“Hi Don!”, the lady said as she approached him with a tray in her hand.
Luciano alluded her advanced to that of Grace, one of his dealers.
He thought, ‘Isabella didn't have to do this much!’