CARMELO
Right after landing in Italy, coming from our one-year vacation, Chiara wanted to pass by Milan first before we head home, in Portofino. I escorted her to the graveyard, where she stood for a while without saying a word. Just staring and wiping the corner of her eye. Only God knew what went through her mind.
Next, we stopped at Marco's place. Yeah, he sold the previous mansion and bought another one at a different location within Milan. Where he and their mother, Laura, lived along with the remaining of their men. Marco freed those who wanted to walk away, too. Good news, he was planning on proposing to his long-hidden girlfriend soon, and only I knew about it.
Then we passed by her art gallery. Then we met with her therapist since his office was around the area. Her therapist said he loved her development. And I loved hearing that.
I had my own plans for her, but I worked hard to keep them under wraps and not spoil them this whole time.
The helicopter landed on our property, and we stepped out. "Oh, it feels nice to be back home again," I uttered, side hugging my woman. "It does." She admitted. "Tell me, what was the best moment of this vacation for you, tesoro?" I asked her. She pondered, "Um, let me see… every fucking one of them? I can't pick."
My eyes gleamed, "You wanna know what mine was?" I asked. "Yeah."
"Your happy face and making love to you." She smiled, her cheeks heating up. So fucking adorable.
Somebody cleared their throat behind us. We parted, holding hands as we looked back at the helicopter. "If you're done mind fucking each other like some sick animals, let me get down too." We had no idea she was still on. We moved so Storm could get down as well.
She had a big frown on. "Why are you always angry?" Chiara started. "I'll stop you right there, Chiara. My ears need holy water after hearing you two fuck for an entire year, every fucking where. So don't ask me anything!" She stormed her way between us, making us separate. She then went straight to the car and slammed the door shut.
"That little prick! Is it my fault that you're single?" I wrapped my hand around her abdomen and hauled her back before she followed Storm to the car. "Let go of me! I need to talk to her. She can't keep treating me like this as if she were innocent." She protested, but I didn't let her go. The last thing I needed to witness was a cat fight between my woman and the woman I trusted with my life. Chiara was dangerous, but Storm… She was worse.
A few minutes later, she was still sulking in the car. "Come on now, tesoro. You know how Storm is." I coaxed, rubbing her shoulder. "No. Actually, I don't. Why does she hate me so much?"
I shook my head. I've said these words a million times now, "She doesn't hate you." My hand was pushed off her shoulder as if it were contagious. "Not another word." She uttered, her terrifying glare sending chills down my body. She then turned to the window.
I sighed, pressing my temples. Only God knew what he put when he made women. These mood swings are my worst nightmare. "I'm sorry, tesoro. Are you mad at me?" I said. "Where are we going?" She asked when the car ditched the driveway to our home and headed to the gates instead. "Somewhere you're going to, tesoro." I took her hand on my lap and intertwined them.
We got on the private boat. And I took us on a tour and went further to the Marine area. Around us were other people, tourists mostly. Either accompanied by experienced sailors around the village, from my travelling agency, or by the fishermen who have lived in the place all their lives.
I stopped the boat and anchored it. Then I opened the bags and handed her one of the diving suits. She stared at me as if I had lost my mind. Well, I have for her. And I've always wanted to experience diving with her.
I started to take off my clothes and put on the suit. "Put it on, tesoro."
"Are we going diving? Right after landing? Seriously, Melo?" She had a deep frown on. I kissed her cheeks to coax her, "Come on, tesoro, we don't have much time." She shook her head and shaded her clothes too. I helped her with the suit and made sure it was correctly on her. And then focused on her full-face mask with built-in lenses. I wanted her to have the best experience on this day. "Once we get down there, follow my lead. Okay?" She looked at the water and then at me. "Okay."
We tested the fit and comfort of the mask as well as the suit before diving. Yes, because I was a perfectionist when it came to her safety.
The fact that she was blindly following me made me so fucking happy. She wasn't an easy nut to crack by any means.