The Italian, page 28
I’m not perfect.
I know I loved two women, Enrico. The three of us were victims of circumstance. I know that I am still a Ferrara.
But I hope you remember the good in me, and how much I loved you.
My face creases together as pain tears through me.
Please listen to what I am about to tell you. I know you will be angry, but I have my reasoning.
Giuliano does not know anything about my other life. Like you, I have tried to protect him. He knows me as Papa—his father who worked away for a few days a week. The one who idolized his mother.
Enrico, I need you to be the strong man I raised and step up and look after my beloved Angelina and Giuliano.
They are all alone.
I have taken precautions, and they have been guarded up until you find this letter, but they are now in your care.
I have thought long and hard about this, Enrico, and I have made my decision based on personality alone. I have four sons, but only two are strong enough to be leaders. Giuliano is to be your successor, Enrico.
He will one day follow in your footsteps and lead Ferrara.
“No, Papa,” I gasp.
When Giuliano Ferrara Linden is twenty-one, and not a day before, he will receive a letter similar to the one you are reading now, and he will learn of everything. He will be publicly claimed as my son, and his name will be legally changed to Giuliano Ferrara. He will then hate me, I have no doubt.
I need you to take him under your wing and remind him of how much he was wanted and loved.
My love for his mother has not waned in death, he was my gift to her. Love personified.
Care for him, love him, and teach him what I have had the time to teach you.
Look after my beloved Angelina, and your beautiful mother.
I miss them both dearly.
I love you, my son. More than anything, I love you.
Be brave, be strong, and try to understand my life and why I haven’t always been honest with you. My only goal was to protect your sense of self.
I pray that I have.
All my love,
Papa.
x
Jessica
I hook the microphone onto my shirt. “Can you hear me?” I ask.
The large screen flickers in front of me, and three men come into view. They’re sitting in a boardroom with a screen behind them.
“Ciao, Jessica.”
“Hi.” I smile.
“My name is Alexander, and this is Smithson and Ray. As you know, we are in the Carabinieri.”
“Hello.” I smile as nerves bubble in my stomach. The Carabinieri is the Special Forces of Italy. This call up is a big deal.
“We’ve gone over your resume with the Australian Federal Police with great interest, and we feel that you are perfect for this mission.”
“I’m excited about the opportunity. How can I help?”
He brings up an image onto the screen behind him. It’s an Italian man. He’s very handsome—in his thirties.
“This is Enrico Ferrara.”
I stare at the man on the screen as I listen intently.
“He’s the head of organized crime in Italy. The Don. His family has been untouchable for centuries, even though they are involved in gambling, prostitution, murder, money laundering, and narcotics.”
“Okay,” I reply.
“Enrico is different to the past Dons. He’s smarter, more business-minded, and…” He pauses. “He’s an ex-policeman. He has inside knowledge that nobody has ever had. If his reign over Italy continues, we are in dire straits of losing all control. He controls most of the police force and judging system as it is now. This mission is top secret.”
“Ouch,” I wince. “I’m confused, though. How can I help from Australia?”
“Up until now, we’ve had no way of getting close to him.” They bring up an image of a beautiful blonde woman. She’s around my age, and she’s getting out of a car with what looks like a bodyguard beside her. “Meet Olivia Reynolds. Enrico’s new love interest.”
I stare at the woman on my screen.
“We interviewed her on Friday, under the guise of a missing person she knew.”
“And?”
“She lied for Enrico. She pretended she didn’t know him.”
“Which means she’s on the inside.”
“Exactly. We want you to become her new best friend. You will move to Italy. Go to her gym, pretend that you, like her, have moved to Italy to be with your boyfriend. You will mix with her socially.”
I smile.
“You’re the same age as her, come from the same country, and you will have a lot in common. You need to gain her complete trust.”
I smile broadly.
“We need full access to Enrico Ferrara to be able to bring him down. Can you help us, Jessica?”
Excitement rushes through me. “Assignment accepted.”
22
Olivia
Three hours earlier.
Rico stares at his reflection in the mirror. He straightens his tie and dust his hands over his pants.
“We’ll talk more tonight, okay?” I kiss him softly. I can feel the anger oozing out of him like a volcano that’s about to explode. “Try and be calm.” I straighten his collar. “Just don’t say anything more until you cool down.”
He stares at me flatly, and his jaw ticks. “I have to go.” He kisses me, and I cling to him, trying my hardest to give him some of my strength.
“I love you.” I smile up at him.
He exhales heavily. “That’s the only light in my life at the moment.” He kisses me again. “Stay with your guards today. I’ll be rotating them with new ones to replace Lorenzo and Maso.”
“Why?”
“I’m done with their deception. I’m letting them both go.”
“Rici,” I whisper. “Just wait for a week and see how you feel about it then. Besides, I’m comfortable with Lorenzo. I don’t want another man with me.”
Rico picks up his briefcase. “You will do as you’re told. Goodbye, Olivia.”
I smirk at his bossiness. “Bye.”
I go to the window and look out through the sheer drapes. I watch him leave the house in a rush. Lorenzo approaches him and they appear to exchange heated words. There are four men standing around, all hanging back, as if too scared to say anything. Enrico goes into the garages, and then drives out in his Ferrari. Lorenzo taps on the car window and says something before Rico speeds off at a million miles an hour.
I exhale heavily.
I continue watching the men down on the front lawn. There’s Lorenzo, Maso, and two new ones today. I watch them for a moment when I realize one of them is the guy who asked for my number at the ball.
Imagine if Enrico knew that he asked me out. I wince as I imagine the tantrum he would have. The guard is handsome, with brown hair that has a honey hue to it. What was his name again?
I haven’t seen him before—only that night that we met at the ball.
I grab my briefcase and my big bag of sample swatches. I make my way downstairs and out the front door. Lorenzo glances over and sees me struggling with the large bags, and he runs to help.
“Olivia, let me take this for you.”
“Thank you, that would be great.” He takes my bags and puts them in the trunk.
“Olivia, this is Sergio,” Lorenzo introduces us.
Sergio smiles mischievously and steps forward with his hand held out. “Nice to meet you, Olivia.”
He’s pretending we never met before, which makes sense, I suppose. It’s a lot less awkward.
I smile as we shake hands. “Likewise. Nice to meet you, Sergio.”
Lorenzo fusses around, putting my things into the car, while the other men get the second car ready. Yet, Sergio’s eyes stay glued to mine. He tucks his hands into his suit pockets, and then raises his eyebrow at me. It’s playful and a little seductive with a twist of we both know a secret. His eyes hold mine for an extended time. In fact, he’s giving me the look… what the hell?
I snap my eyes away in a fluster. Jesus, he’s ballsy.
Enrico would literally kill him if he saw him look at me like that.
I climb into the back of the car, and I watch on as the other men get into the car behind us.
Sergio walks up to the front porch of the house.
Lorenzo gets in and slams the door shut. “Are you ready?” He pulls slowly out of the driveway. My eyes stay glued to the naughty man on the porch. “Is Sergio not coming with us?” I ask.
“No, he will work from here today. Someone has to guard the house at all times. He will work out of the boat house.”
“I see.”
Sergio waves, and then heads inside the house. My house.
Uneasiness fills me.
I’m not sure if I like having strangers in my house all the time. Especially ones that give me the fucking look.
I’m going to have to talk to Rico. I want some privacy. This is ridiculous.
I watch the scenery fly by as I think about the last twenty-four hours. Enrico’s words from last night come back to me.
The Don, and the son of a fucking liar.
Fuck, does a sentence get any heavier than that? I don’t even know how or where to begin to process it. He said his family have been criminals in the past, and that there are still elements that are seedy. Prostitution, but that’s a legal business. Gambling, also legal. He said there are no drugs anymore. He also said that he’s trying to clean everything up, but it’s going to take time.
I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Then there’s my poor Rico who really does have the weight of the world on his shoulders. All these staff—staff who lie to him. His father and grandfather left him with this mess, and he feels burdened with such heavy responsibilities.
But I love him, and his burden is my burden.
This isn’t ideal, by any means. I would much prefer him to be a broke policeman in Roma…but he isn’t, and if I want to spend my life with him, I need to get my head around that. I take out my phone to text Natalie.
Oh my God, can we please meet up today?
I have so much to tell you
My finger hovers over the send button. Who am I kidding? I can’t tell Natalie any of this. She can’t keep a secret for shit. I erase my message and type it out again.
Hi, Nat,
How are you?
What time is your job interview?
I wait for a few moments and a text bounces back in.
My interview is at two.
I really hope I get it.
I think I found an apartment.
I smile and text back.
Rico asked me to move in with him.
A reply comes in.
What the fuck?
Are you going to?
I smile at the ridiculousness of my life right now. Am I on Netflix?
I already did.
Apparently, I now live in Lake Como.
I smirk as I wait for her reply.
Oh, get fucked, you’re like Amal Clooney
or some shit.
I giggle out loud and Lorenzo’s eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to see what I’m laughing at. What I really want to write back is: except for the small fact that she’s a human rights lawyer and married to a movie star, while I’m an Australian nobody, dating a Don.
I won’t, though. I’ll keep that part of Rici Ferrara to myself. I can’t trust anyone with his secrets. It’s my man and me against the world now. When I told him I loved him, I meant it, warts and all… and boy, are there some warts.
His words from last night play on my mind.
It’s only a matter of time before they get me, too.
What did he mean by that? Who’s going to get him? Is that why there’s so much security around him? And me? Why am I guarded too now?
Maybe I’m in danger by association. To be honest, it’s kind of freaking me out.
I snap myself out of my worried thoughts and text Nat back.
Do you want to catch up for drinks and dinner?
Tomorrow after work?
She replies.
Sounds great, see you then.
I write:
Good luck today, babe.
Knock them dead.
* * *
It’s 2:00 p.m. when we pull into the driveway of Villa Oliviana in Lake Como. My fabric sample finding mission didn’t take all day like I expected. It’s amazing how quickly you can get things done when you have four personal assistants driving you everywhere. They all seem lovely, and we even stopped for lunch. The maintenance man is tinkering with the lock on the big iron gates, and they are off their hinges.
Lorenzo pulls the car to a stop in the driveway. He seems unimpressed that the work isn’t finished.
“I’ll just walk in,” I say.
“My apologies. It won’t take them long to put the gate back on,” he tells me.
“It’s a beautiful day. I’ll walk. Thanks for taking me today.” I smile.
He turns in his seat toward me. “You are most welcome.” His kind eyes hold mine, and I can tell he’s concerned about Rico and his grudge but doesn’t want to speak out of turn.
“I’m going to try and talk to Rico tonight,” I say.
He exhales heavily. “I only tried to protect him, Olivia.” He shakes his head sadly. “I love him like a son.”
“I know.” I reach forward and put my hand on his shoulder. “He’ll come around. He just needs some time.”
He shrugs as if knowing I’m right but he only half believes it.
I get out of the car and walk through the gates. I make my way up to the house. The gardens here truly are spectacular. I walk in through the large front doors. The wind catches them, and they slam harder than I thought.
“Oops.”
I walk into the living area and put my handbag onto the side table, and then something catches my eye at the top of the stairs.
Sergio is looking flustered and coming down the stairs.
“Hello, hello.” His face is flushed. “I thought you weren’t getting back till late?”
I frown. His demeanor is off, or maybe that’s just me being suspicious of him.
“What were you doing up there?” I ask.
He glances up the stairs. “I was checking one of the security shutters. It was making a crunching sound. The maintenance man wanted it checked so, if needed, he could fix it before he left.”
“Oh.” I frown. “I didn’t hear any crunching.”
“Manual mentioned it.” He smiles. “How was your day?”
“Good.” I feel a wave of discomfort sweep through me at being alone with him in the house. Especially after the look he gave me this morning.
Maybe I’m imagining this entire thing. Did he even give me a look?
“I’ll just be out the front if you need me,” he says before taking off through the front door.
I stare at the closed door he has disappeared through. I’m having a serious discussion with Rico about the amount of people around here. It’s like a revolving door with different people coming and going all the time. I hate it.
Manuel and his wife are different. They’re the caretakers and live on the property. But the rest of them, quite frankly, give me the creeps.
I walk into the kitchen, put the kettle on, and I slip my shoes off. What will I do with my early mark of an afternoon? I wish I was in Milan. I could have gone to the gym. Actually, I might use the gym here. Yeah why not? Rico isn’t going to be home until later. I may as well. I make my cup of tea and head up to get changed into my gym clothes. I smile when I walk into my wardrobe.
It’s pitiful. Three measly drawers are filled with my things, because that’s all I own. This walk-in is bigger than most people’s bathrooms. I open Rico’s wardrobe and see all his beautiful suits and designer clothes displayed perfectly. It’s like a shop. I look over his expensive watches and his aftershave. I count his shoes. Forty-three pairs!
“What man owns forty-three pairs of shoes?” I scoff. “That’s just ridiculous.”
I grab my gym clothes and walk into the bathroom, and I freeze. The tube of lubricant is on the sink as if it’s just been washed.
Wait…
I thought I put that back in Enrico’s side drawer this morning when I got out of bed specifically so that nobody would see it. We use it when we get super naughty, he’s too big and likes it too rough.
I open the lid of the clothes hamper and peer inside. There’s a lone pair of my panties sitting in the bottom. I reach in and dig them out. I did not put these in here.
I carefully inspect them… they’re dirty. These were in my suitcase with my other clothes that needed to be washed.
I look around the bathroom, knowing something is off here.
My eyes widen at once. What the fuck? Was Sergio in here jerking off to the smell of my dirty panties?
Is that what he was doing upstairs?
A cold shiver runs through me. No… surely not.
I drop to a sit on the bed—dirty panties in hand. This is fucking weird.
What guy would go into his boss’s bedroom and jerk off to his boss’s girlfriend’s panties?
My phone rings. It’s Natalie.
“Hey, how did you go?”
“Oh my God, I have to get this job. The guy who interviewed me is fucking orgasmic.”
I smile as I look down at the panties in my hand. “Really?”
“He looked like Elvis. Love me tender, baby.”
I burst out laughing. “You’re hilarious. What did he say?”
“He said he’s going to call me tonight and let me know if I got it.”
“Great. How do you think it went?”
