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Marco thought I should have punished Valentina after her escape attempt. He hadn't been happy that I let her off so easily. While he didn't say it outright, he clearly thought I was soft when it came to her and capos could not afford to be soft; Ever.
"We are still negotiating her role, but yes. She'll accept the position." Based on her reaction to me in the dining room, I believed there was very I couldn't get Valentina to agree to it. I pushed out of my chair but didn't reach for my suit jacket. "Set it up and text me. I'm going outside for the rest of the day."
My cousin's jaw fell open. "You are leaving this call? And what about the rest of today's work? You never take off like this."
"I am today. Finish up for me on the call. My decision has already been made, but tell them we are thinking over the next course of action. No one needs to know about the D'Agostino girl."
I reached the door, but Marco wasn't done with me yet, apparently. "You are going outside to find her."
The sun was high up in the sky and it was a glorious day, not a cloud in sight. I knew Valentina would be either in the vineyards or with the animals. I wanted to taste the sun on her skin and see the Siderno dirt beneath her feet. "Try not to be too jealous, cugino."
"Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo," he cursed behind me as I left. I chuckled and headed to the rear of the castello. Dimitri 's car was still not in the drive, and I wondered if he'd come home last night. I sent Marco a text, asking about the information on Dimitri 's girl. I needed to know who my son was spending time with, especially after leaving the drop early the other night.
Then I put my phone away and walked the path I'd travelled hundreds of times, over the land that had belonged to my ancestors. I loved every bit of it. My wife hadn't cared for the estate. She'd preferred shopping in Milan and Rome than staying in Siderno.
When she was in town, she liked showing herself off at the beach instead of "playing the farmer" here on the grounds.
I hadn't minded. We hadn't loved each other and slept together infrequently after Dimitri was born. I wanted more kids and assumed we had time. Then she'd been killed, and all my efforts went into raising my son.
Dimitri didn't seem to care much for the land, either. He had played outside as a young boy, but now showed little interest in the businesses on the estate. Of late, he preferred the clubs and posh lifestyle in the city.
Someday I would need to train him on how to oversee all this. It would become his responsibility when I died.
"Signore Ravazzani," one of the workers said, tipping his cap at me.
"Buona sera, Adelmo. Have you seen the signorina?"
"Sí. I saw the signorina a quarter of an hour ago by the stables."
"Grazie. How is your wife's foot?"
"It is better, signore. The infection has cleared up and she's back on her feet."
"I am glad to hear it. Let me know if she needs anything else."
"Thank you for sending the doctor, signore. We are so grateful to you and your family."
I clapped him on the back. "No need to thank me. Unless she wants to send over some sfogliatella. Do not tell Zia, but your wife makes the best I've ever tasted."
Adelmo nodded, his smile wide. "Of course, Signore Ravazzani. It would be our pleasure. I'm headed home for riposo anyhow."
Most of the estate staff returned home between the hours of one and four o'clock during these hot summer months for a riposo. Then they would return and work until after sundown.
"Give her my regards," I said as I walked away. The stables were not far from the barn and the farm animals. I was surprised Valentina wasn't in the vineyards, as she seemed to enjoy plants more than most people. Except for the lambs, I didn't hear of her often on this side of the estate.
I could see Zia in the gardens, tending to her aubergine and lettuce. She grew much of what we ate in the castello, and though I worried about her in the heat, she loved being outside. I didn't call out, however, as I didn't want to explain why I wasn't in my office.
Rafael's POV
That was no one's business but mine And soon to be Valentina 's. I found her leaning against the wooden fence of the paddock, watching as a groom exercised one of the stallions. The sun had warmed her skin to a golden color, and my mouth watered. She still wore the tiny top and skin-tight shorts, and I could only imagine the thoughts of the men on the estate as they watched her today.
Probably the same thoughts I'd been having about her since breakfast. I leaned close to her ear. "Ciao, bellissima."
She startled, her body jolting into the fence. "What the fuck, Rafael ? Don't sneak up on me like that."
"We are still negotiating her role, but yes. She'll accept the position." Based on her reaction to me in the dining room, I believed there was very I couldn't get Valentina to agree to it. I pushed out of my chair but didn't reach for my suit jacket. "Set it up and text me. I'm going outside for the rest of the day."
My cousin's jaw fell open. "You are leaving this call? And what about the rest of today's work? You never take off like this."
"I am today. Finish up for me on the call. My decision has already been made, but tell them we are thinking over the next course of action. No one needs to know about the D'Agostino girl."
I reached the door, but Marco wasn't done with me yet, apparently. "You are going outside to find her."
The sun was high up in the sky and it was a glorious day, not a cloud in sight. I knew Valentina would be either in the vineyards or with the animals. I wanted to taste the sun on her skin and see the Siderno dirt beneath her feet. "Try not to be too jealous, cugino."
"Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo," he cursed behind me as I left. I chuckled and headed to the rear of the castello. Dimitri 's car was still not in the drive, and I wondered if he'd come home last night. I sent Marco a text, asking about the information on Dimitri 's girl. I needed to know who my son was spending time with, especially after leaving the drop early the other night.
Then I put my phone away and walked the path I'd travelled hundreds of times, over the land that had belonged to my ancestors. I loved every bit of it. My wife hadn't cared for the estate. She'd preferred shopping in Milan and Rome than staying in Siderno.
When she was in town, she liked showing herself off at the beach instead of "playing the farmer" here on the grounds.
I hadn't minded. We hadn't loved each other and slept together infrequently after Dimitri was born. I wanted more kids and assumed we had time. Then she'd been killed, and all my efforts went into raising my son.
Dimitri didn't seem to care much for the land, either. He had played outside as a young boy, but now showed little interest in the businesses on the estate. Of late, he preferred the clubs and posh lifestyle in the city.
Someday I would need to train him on how to oversee all this. It would become his responsibility when I died.
"Signore Ravazzani," one of the workers said, tipping his cap at me.
"Buona sera, Adelmo. Have you seen the signorina?"
"Sí. I saw the signorina a quarter of an hour ago by the stables."
"Grazie. How is your wife's foot?"
"It is better, signore. The infection has cleared up and she's back on her feet."
"I am glad to hear it. Let me know if she needs anything else."
"Thank you for sending the doctor, signore. We are so grateful to you and your family."
I clapped him on the back. "No need to thank me. Unless she wants to send over some sfogliatella. Do not tell Zia, but your wife makes the best I've ever tasted."
Adelmo nodded, his smile wide. "Of course, Signore Ravazzani. It would be our pleasure. I'm headed home for riposo anyhow."
Most of the estate staff returned home between the hours of one and four o'clock during these hot summer months for a riposo. Then they would return and work until after sundown.
"Give her my regards," I said as I walked away. The stables were not far from the barn and the farm animals. I was surprised Valentina wasn't in the vineyards, as she seemed to enjoy plants more than most people. Except for the lambs, I didn't hear of her often on this side of the estate.
I could see Zia in the gardens, tending to her aubergine and lettuce. She grew much of what we ate in the castello, and though I worried about her in the heat, she loved being outside. I didn't call out, however, as I didn't want to explain why I wasn't in my office.
Rafael's POV
That was no one's business but mine And soon to be Valentina 's. I found her leaning against the wooden fence of the paddock, watching as a groom exercised one of the stallions. The sun had warmed her skin to a golden color, and my mouth watered. She still wore the tiny top and skin-tight shorts, and I could only imagine the thoughts of the men on the estate as they watched her today.
Probably the same thoughts I'd been having about her since breakfast. I leaned close to her ear. "Ciao, bellissima."
She startled, her body jolting into the fence. "What the fuck, Rafael ? Don't sneak up on me like that."
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