Chapter 51
Andrea kicked at the door once even though she knew it was futile, she had been at it for heaven knows how long and no one had opened the door.
She slid door onto the floor, tears staining her cheeks as she cried quietly, she slowly pulled her knees to her chest.
What had her life become? She was locked in a room like a prisoner of some sort by the man who was supposed to be her husband.
She thought herself the biggest fool for believing that Emil was not as bad she thought, he was the Mafia boss for heaven's sake, he was just like her father, cold and unwavering but she had foolishly believed that he could be different.
What was her life to be like from now on? Now that Emil had revealed his true colours to her.
Her scattered thoughts were suddenly disturbed by a knock against her door, she simply ignored it, she was not ready to speak to anyone.
"Andrea, my dear I am coming in" Wilma said.
"Please go away Wilma, I am not in the mood to see anyone right now" Andrea said.
"Don't say that Darling, you haven't had anything to eat all day and you need to get changed for the night, let me help you" Wilma said.
The old woman sounded tired and distressed, Andrea felt bad for her, she was simply caught in between she and Emil.
With a sigh, she shifted away from the door to let Wilma come in.
"You can come in now" Andrea called out weakly.
She heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, it was followed by the sound of the door opening.
"My goodness Andrea, why are you on the floor like that?" Wilma said as she took in the girl's state.
Her face was swollen as a result of all the crying she had obviously been doing.
Wilma knelt on the floor beside her, her old bones protesting but Wilma damned it all to hell and back, the poor child looked lost.
"You should not cry so much my dear child, nothing good could possibly come from it" Wilma said as she brushed the hair from Andrea's face.
Andrea wanted to remain silent but the pain in her heart stopped her from doing so.
"Why does he have to be like this Wilma? Why couldn't he just be good and kind?" Andrea asked as tears spilled out of her eyes again.
"My dear girl, I promise you he is good and kind indeed, he just got upset with you that's why he had you locked in your room and I am certain he will regret this tomorrow when his anger has left him" Wilma said with a small smile on her face.
"He has no right to be angry or upset with me, it should be the other way around, I have every right to be upset with him, he lied to me and accussed an innocent man and when I confronted him about it, he locked me in the room" Andrea said, her heart kept breaking as she spoke.
Wilma was quiet for a while then she said "Emil is a lot of things, both good and bad but I promise he is not a liar and he is not unjust in his dealings, when you two are calmer, you should try to talk to one another again, the issue might become clearer"
Andrea wanted to tell her that there was nothing to discuss any more, she knew what was right and it was not in Emil's favour at all but instead of saying this to Wilma, she forced a smile to her face and said "I am sure you are right Wilma"
Wilma smiled and said "Come now my dear, you should eat something, I brought you some food"
"I am not hungry Wilma" Andrea answered weakly.
"You must eat something or you will definitely get sick" Wilma said.
Andrea could not argue with Wilma so she smiled and said "Yes Wilma"
The rest of the evening had passed in a blur, Andrea had replied mechanically to everything Wilma had said to her, she had smiled when she needed to and when she was finally tucked in bed and laying down alone in the silence, her mind came alive again.
The treacherous thing took her back to the last Emil had laid in her bed, how she had felt in his arms and how his body had felt against hers, she had loved him in that moment and she had believed she could love him in every moment but she had been wrong, she was not sure what she felt for him anymore but she was certain that disappointment was reigning supreme.
She felt a familiar ache in her heart and with the ache came the tears, she coiled her body into a foetal position and cried.
She wanted to return home, back to her family and her house, the one she was very familiar with not this unknown house filled with people she didn't know and might never really know.
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The clock struck midnight and Emil barely noticed, he raised another glass of whiskey to his lips and drained it.
He had been in the same spot since he finished his call with Dante Severino.
Emil could think of only one word to describe the man, Dante Severino was a mad man, how could he think of negociating with a psychopath like Lorenzo, there were only two options for the man, a mental asylum or death but Dante Severino thought it a splendid idea to try and talk it out with the madman.
"Emil I beg you to let me handle this, I wish to do at least one good in my life" he had said.
Emil had gone quiet for a while, he knew for certain that it could never turn out for the best but Dante Severino was hellbent and he did not want to appear as the harbinger of doom or the bloodthirsty one so he had given Dante Severino three days to fix the problem or he will definitely get involved, Lorenzo had involved him by messing with Andrea's mind and he was not going to stand for it.
After the call, he had walked over to a chair along with a half full bottle of whisky and sat down, that was about two hours ago now.
His head felt light and his body felt heavy but his mind remained alert and he cursed his mind for choosing to betray him, he sought silence but his mind had refused to grant him that.
With a sigh of frustration, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom, he needed to have a bath and then hopefully get some sleep.
The bath was quick and he quickly changed into a pair of pyjama trousers and climbed into bed, he shut his eyes hoping to get some sleep.
But his mind decided to play the cruelest trick of all times.
Any direction he moved on the bed, he caught a whiff of Andrea's scent, the scent of her hair, the scent of her skin and everything else, sometimes he would hear the sound of her voice in his head and worse, he could not stop thinking about the last night they spent together, how she had felt against him, how her body had fit perfectly with his as though they were simply meant for each other, how his name had sounded on her lips while pleasured her body.
A sigh escaped his lips, this was going to be a very long night indeed.