Going down to the hall where Clarissa was finishing with the table setting, I looked around the situation, everything was the same as it was during the life of Batista's parents, only the sofa and armchairs were changed in the hall and the fireplace now looks different, now it is made of chipped marble, golden color. There then I found these two alcohol lovers having a very exciting conversation.

Grandmother sat cross-legged, she changed into a blue pullover and light trousers with arrows, she had black loafers on her legs, as always simply and tastefully, Batista changed into a black T-shirt and skinny jeans, his arms were completely covered with tattoos.

But what is your mother, does he want me to drool at the sight of his tall and athletic figure?

-Amazon looks amazing!

-Yeah, you don't get sick.

Batista burst out laughing.

- Hmm, honey, you're all in me, you also don't like flattery and licking.

- So you now admit that you flattered me?

- No, of course, even a blind man will see that you are beautiful, that's me by the way.

I looked at Batista, he held his fist to his sexy lips, trying to drown out the laughter.

-Baptiste, I didn’t understand something, what did you hear so funny?

I squinted at him.

- Mia, you're too tense, can you pour something?

- No, thanks, I don’t drink, I’m afraid our family won’t survive another alcoholic, otherwise I’ll suddenly get a taste for it.

-Young lady, you have a very sharp tongue!

Of course, where without Marcella's last word, she always has to finish the bravado and the last word should be hers, but not shit like that.

Way to the young!! Here is my motto!

- I contacted your lawyer, he will arrive tomorrow, will announce the will.

-Thanks Batista, have you found the one who killed our Vicki yet?

- Not yet, but my people are looking, and they will find, don't even doubt it. I'll let you know.

- And now I propose to move to the table.

Grandmother gets up from her chair and with her confident gait goes to the table, I still stand for some time and stare at the fire in the fireplace, it fascinates and captivates me so much, my nose smelled a woody-spicy smell. Batista came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

A swarm of goosebumps went through me, my shoulders began to tingle, he began to knead them. God, I’ll finish now, I didn’t notice how I threw back my head and rolled my eyes.

-Baptiste, you would make an excellent massage therapist, would you like to change your profession?

God, what am I talking about, what an idiot I am, but you have to keep the image of a cold lady.

- Honey, I would use your sharp tongue for other purposes, as an option here.

He took my hand and placed it on his groin and pushed his hips a couple of times.

I stand rooted to the spot and don’t understand shit, he now touched his penis with my hand through his jeans? Seriously?

I looked back, since my grandmother was sitting with her back to us and the hall was large enough, then my eyes stumbled upon this smug face, while I stood as an idol for several long minutes, he had already managed to sit facing me, at the head of the table, clasping his hands in the lock and threw its exciting vibes at me.

Well, I'll arrange for you, Batista Moretti!

I promise I'll be the first and last woman you love!

Chapter 3

During dinner, I mentally threw lightning at Batista, probably assumed the role of Zeus, I love Greek mythology. And this damn Hades from the realm of shadows, the whole dinner showed me his smirk. Ah! Well, what an infection, what an infection!

- I beg your pardon, the flight was delayed.

I hear such a dear and beloved voice. Sarah, she has finally arrived, I jump up from the chair and run into her arms, well, okay, I don’t run, you don’t really run on shoes, unless of course you are Marcella Romano.

- My dear, oh ... I'm sorry, they told me about Victoria, I can’t even imagine how hard it is for you, you were so close. She strokes my head and kisses the top of my head.

Sarah always knew how to listen to me and give good advice, I’m like a daughter to her, at least she says so, maybe this is due to the fact that she doesn’t have her own children, but as we know the famous expression “there are no other people’s children”, this phrase she likes to use when talking about the topic.

-Sarah, sit down, have dinner with us, then Clarissa will show you your room, are you probably tired from the road?!

-Thanks to Batista, these flights always exhaust me.

Sarah looked at Marcella and feignedly said:

-You look great as always!

Thank you Sarah, you're fine too.

Sarah rolled her eyes and sat down at the table. She is my mother's younger sister, they are five years apart.

My aunt lived in New York, she has her own network of beauty salons, this is a bonus for being my mother's sister. in adolescence, Sarah dyed and styled her older sister's hair and it turned out very well, then she dyed all her mother's girlfriends, and Sarah was happy to practice.

The father was imbued with this story and invested in her business, in any case, he did not lose anything from this, he made his wife even a little happier than she is, the father always answered.

- Sarah, how's New York?

“It’s worth it, where will he go, of course, it’s much calmer in Sicily, your soul is resting here. Tomorrow I plan to go shopping.” She declared enthusiastically.

Yeah, how, "quieter." I thought.

- Sarah, you must have heard that Batista invited Mia to stay with him for safety reasons.

-Baa are you sure he suggested and didn't order?

- The verb "insisted" will suit you, Mia?

Batista stares at me fixedly and shakes ice in his fucking whiskey glass. What is this ritual?

Okay, what are we talking about.

Ah... exactly!

-Yes, Batista, the verb "insisted" will do.

- Mia, I fully support Batista's insistence.

And you are also a beloved aunt.

- Should I clap my hands and act like I'm happy?

No, not necessarily, a simple thank you will be enough.

Ham! That's just a boor and that's it! I didn't ask him to take me to him, like a discarded kitten that was picked up on the street.

-Miya, I understand how hard it is for you, it’s not easy for all of us now, I lost my sister, you are a father and mother, Marcella’s son, this is a huge tragedy, but I’m not ready to lose you either. With Batista you will be safe, your father had too high status, his enemies will not miss such a chance to seize power, and you are the direct heiress of the Romano clan, because you can’t stand at the head, you don’t fit in your reproductive system.

Is she serious now? It was impossible to simply say, because you are a woman or because you are feminine, why would they express themselves in such terms?

- Okay, I'm not arguing, I understand everything.

-That's clever, my Amazon.

Why Amazon?

Did this boor give a voice? Or did I just hear it?