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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 1, 2015 22:54:03 GMT -5
Vitalia was pissed, more than pissed. Like holy fucking shit she got stood up again by her own husband who hadn't paid any attention to her at all this past month. All they'd be doing was having sex, and that made her feel like a whore. They barely even talk anymore, he comes home, eats, has sex with her, sleep, and then leave. Over and over until she confronted him about it, he told her they'd have a them-night where it was just all about them no work, no mafia. And this was the third time he had done it, and she didn't exactly like having to spend three hours to get ready in her perfect hair and make up, getting on in an expensive dress to wait for him in the fancy-ass restaurant. She looked like a pitiful fool.
And so she left yet again. Another night going to waste, going to an alley nearby, she apperated back home. You know the worst part? She still had to cook the motherfucker dinner. And so she did, she cooked him a warm dinner in the kitchen, set it on the dining table with a cover and a heating charm so it doesn't go cold. He was lucky Vitalia still cared for him, so fucking lucky.
After that, she went to the bathroom, stripping down and washing her face off, then taking her second bath of the day. Once that was done, she went to dry herself up and change to her nightdress. Going to the bedroom, she conjured up a body pillow to divide their bed, then getting on her side of the bed. Then she crossed her arms with an angry look as she tried to wait out her husband. He was so going to get it. But she ended up an hour later trying her best to keep her eyes open, because she wanted to bust out her husband. She didn't even know anymore, if it was all the mafia work or something else. Because she is not going to take the Don Antonucchi shit from him anymore.
She swore to Merlin, if he was cheating on her, his ass would be burnt from hell itself.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 1, 2015 23:22:58 GMT -5
Well today was interesting to say the least, his son proved that he would never be able to run the family and his nephew proved he was. He sent his message to the O'Briens loud and clear and now, now he got to go home to the woman he loved more than anything in the world. The only person he still should any kind of affection to as little as there was. And tonight, well with his plan going off so perfectly he was in quite a good mood and plan on taking it out on her. Enzo apperated back home with a smile as he walked into the kitchen but she wasn't there, just a plate of food warming but... he poured himself a glass of wine and one for Vitalia as he moved upstairs.
Of course when he got there she was in bed with a sleepy but still pissed off look on his face and he sighed. "What did I do?" Okay so he sort of knew what he did but it wasn't his fault. He was a busy man with a family and a mobto run and if she wanted to keep this lifesytle then she would have to deal with him being out late at night.
And you know at the end of the day he still loved her, he still came home to her every night and never looked at any other woman with wandering eyes. She was the only one for him and he loved every last bit of her, so he moved to the bed and sat down on the side setting down the wine and sighing some. "Hey... come here hunnybunny. Please?" He asked softly reaching out for her, but waiting to see if she would come so he could see how upset she was and make a game plan to fix it.
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 2, 2015 15:46:57 GMT -5
She flinched and woke up at the sound of the voice she longed to hear, blinking numerously before sitting up. It took her a while to regain her pissed off look, "Don't play dumb, Don Antonucchi," she made sure to emphasize his title. She wasn't going to let him get out of this easily, after all, they seem to bite each other in the ass back and forth. It was a bit too much to be healthy, but it brought them closer. Vitalia's anger was still present even when he had called out to her sweetly, and with wine.
"No," she spat as he tried to reach out for her. Nope, he didn't deserve her that night, even if he was in a good mood. He wasn't allowed to touch her, to take it out on her, no. Vitalia's pissed off mood worsened, "This is the third time already! I do not want to be made a fool, Enzo!" Vitalia had explained with anger lacing her words, "I don't care if you're the Don. You don't even talk to me anymore, the only thing we've been doing together is sleeping around! I'm not a stud farm, husband," she had started to talk in Italian, something she did when she was tired. Yeah, it was bad when it came to that. But three dates wasted was all bottled up inside of her, and it was all just worsened with her tiredness. He better have a really, really good game plan to fix this because wine and sex wasn't just going to cut it with his wife.
If it was as easy as it was back then when they were younger, when he wasn't the Don as of yet. When he was just Enzo, the person she married. The one that had time for her, took her out everywhere in his free time. So far ever since he became the boss of everyone, her life just kind of dulled down. Doing all the housework and waiting just for him to come home tired, unable to take her out to much. What happened to that time where everything was so exciting? Vitalia knew it had passed and they were all just getting older, less into excitement. She didn't want to admit it, but her life was getting to that very thing she never wanted it to be, dull and miserable. Inside, Vitalia was still the same silly girl that wanted excitement, that slight tomboy that played Quidditch, that same one that wanted to marry and waited for him. Now, she wondered what her life would have been if she had accepted the numerous proposals for her hand in marriage when Enzo was serving his duty in the war. She knew one thing that was certain if that had happened.
She would have been a mother.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 10, 2015 0:10:11 GMT -5
He sighed and looked over at her. Great just great, didn't she understand that he didn't want to be away from her for so long? That if he could he would come home early every night. But he had a job to do, a responsibility to this family and to her. If he didn't do the things that he did, did work as hard as he did she would be in a very dangerous position. Still Vitalia was the only person alive who thoughts and feelings meant something to him still, and to see her so upset broke whatever little humanity he had left in him. So even though she very clearly didn't want to be touched or have anything to do with him right he got up and moved to her side of the bed. Very slowly he reached out and took her hands with a soft smile and kissed them both.
"I'm sorry my pet. You know I am." She had to... because it's not like he asked for this for them, for her. He never wanted her to feel this way but a man had responsibilities. Still when they did get married he had promised her the world and the perfect life. And it might not be perfect but he was trying. At very least he made the effort to spend time with her, to talk to her, and unlike maybe other married couples their age they still slept in the same bed.
Do you remember when we were young? And we took that trip out to California? When you walked along the beach with the wind blowing though your hair. You know what I was thinking? I have never seen a more beautiful more perfect woman in my life. And you know all these years later, I still think the same thing everytime I look at you." His hand moved to her cheek, gently brushing over it as he brought her eyes to meet his. "I still love you Vitalia... Now what can I do to make up for missing our last few dates and being late?"
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 10, 2015 2:10:21 GMT -5
Vitalia looked at him with a determined and angry pout at her face. She looked down at her hands as her husband took them slowly with a human smile that only she saw, kissing both of her hands. She almost wanted to slap his face with both of her hands and tell him how slobbery and wet his lips were. But she didn't do it because she was tired, she was tired of being too brash with him. Her fire was dulled, it was too tiring to keep firing back every time just to have the same thing to be done all over again. Vitalia looked simply at her husband, she was physically and mentally tired.
She sighed, accepting long ago who and what her husband was. "I know," it was the same response every time. But sometimes she just wished they were... normal people. Not felons. It would be so much better, she'd probably have lots of children, everyone had LEGAL jobs, her husband would have been more of a human than he was now... Well, he wasn't human now anyways, if he was, it was just barely.
Vitalia could still imagine the sands in her feet, the dampness beneath her feet felt amazing. The wind blowing wild, brushing away her hair behind her like a golden cape as she walked along the beach. The sunset kissing her skin warmly, letting her skin bask in the beautiful rays as the sun lowered itself for the day. The current Vitalia rolled her eyes at his words, "You think you're as sweet as a peach," she sighed at him as their eyes met, "No, you're not going to be able to do something this time, Enzo. I'm sick of letting you think you can just make up stuff like this. You can't, Enzo. You're not going to make up for what happened, I'm not going to let you do that this time. Too many chances for you, Enzo... Just too many."
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 10, 2015 15:41:03 GMT -5
"I know you know my lovely." Of course he knew how hard it was on her. How much she wanted a normal life with lots of babies to call her own but sadly that just didn't happen. Only one child survived and of all of the ones it had to be Emilio. God what in the word was he going to do with that boy? No matter now it was all about his still perfect little bride. No matter how old they got that is how he would always see her. And he had to make her feel better. After all she was there for him for the best of times and the worst and now he would be there for her.
"Well then let me prove to you I am worth one more chance?" He said pressing a kiss to her head and smiling some. "The night is still young, and New York is only a short little apperation trip away. Let me pull some strings and I know I can get us into some wonderful place with a table in the back where no one can find us and tonight will be able just you and me." He stood up and offered her his hand with that smirk he always got when he looked at her. "What do you say my love?"
And if she said no well then he would just do something special with her her. But he got the feeling that she just wanted to feel like she was still important to him, one night to feel like the perfect Italian princess that she was.
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 10, 2015 22:59:37 GMT -5
Vitalia in a way did resent Enzo, making her stay all day waiting for him while he led a life knowing hew was being targeted for all his years. It made her worry, but it also made her sad and envious. She wished her life was that exciting, she wished she didn't have to worry about whether or not he'll come home or not. She loved him, but she also hated him. But she knew he was the closest thing she could get to some sort of freedom. No man would want a woman like her in his household, because she didn't hold back from letting others know that she wanted more out of life despite the times. If she had married some other else out there in the world, she would have been abused by then, she knew. Oh how the world seemed too cruel to her, a damsel in lack of distress, that was what she was.
"No." was her short answer. The night wouldn't be young anymore when she was done dressing back up. Enzo knew she hated going out without heavy preparation, she just had to look beautiful when she went out with him. She was Enzo's wife after all, she has to look good when she screams if Enzo were to get attacked. That's why she took three hours to prepare for nothing tonight. "But I did cook you dinner and we have wine on the bedside table right now," Vitalia sighed. He was just trying to make up for today, and she wasn't going to let him do that. She told herself enough was enough and she wanted him to know that. But Enzo had his ways, and the only thing she could do was not to give in to those charms that almost every Antonucchi male possessed.
"I know what you're doing, Enzo..." was all his Italian bride had told him.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 11, 2015 19:39:04 GMT -5
"They why don't you put on something pretty and at least come join me love." He said kissing her hands again before brushing at her cheek. She had to know that everything she had done for him meant the world to him right? She was the embodiment of his old life and she gave up so much to support him and wait for him and deep down she had to know how much that meant to him and how lost he would be without her. Sure he couldn't always be there to repay her but she had to know right? He tried to still love her as much as he did when they were young and both had more freedom, it just didn't always work out and Vitalia hasn't always been the most forgiving when he messes something up in their relationship.
"Come on beautiful you can't sit up here and pout forever. I would at least love to be able to admire your beauty a little bit more. And that smile and your wit and charm." He said with his fingers running down from her cheek to her neck and shoulders as he found her hand again and laced his fingers with her's. His lips found that one place on her neck that always made her giggle some when he kissed it.
"Vitalia I know you know... But I don't know what else to do. Just everytime I look at you all I can do is try to bend backwards to please you, shower you in love and remind you that you are the only woman in the world for me. I love you more than anything." He said kissing her temple again and sighing softly. "More and more beautiful everyday I swear."
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 11, 2015 20:37:07 GMT -5
"Really, you want me to go put on something pretty to just go to the dining area when its only the two of us?" Vitalia said, exasperated. This man, there was a reason why she married him, this wasn't it. She really did understand his work, or at least she liked to think so. But it couldn't hurt not to miss a date, or talk to her more. It really did seem they were both falling out of love these days, or at least Vitalia was.
You see, a woman like her is high maintenance, she needed tons of love, lots of jewels, a very high sex drive, and was very picky with her sex partner. Most men don't like a woman like that, too much work. But unlike Enzo, they just didn't have their head on the reward. The reward of eternal loyalty, lots of love, good food to come home to, a clean house, and just about the most spunkiest conversations, as well as decent sex.
She didn't fall for his charming and smoothness. "I can sit and pout here forever, just watch me try, Enzo. If anyone can do it, its definitely going to be me," Vitalia told him. And it was partially true, she was the kind of gal who can do what she says. She found herself suddenly giggling a bit as his lips found that patch of skin that made her do so. She kind of hated how he knew these things about her. Damnit, she was supposed to stay strong and unbending.
Then he removed his lips from the spot and almost immediately her angry pout appeared again. "Its hard to believe when we don't eat together or talk together anymore," she shook her head. "What? Now you're just suddenly going to tell me you are at the Academy, bull." Vitalia shook her head with a sigh. She was a very hard woman to work with. Boy had he messed up more seriously this time. Vitalia was afraid he was just acting now, speaking words to keep her calm and loyal. Hopefully she wouldn't have to destroy a bitch this time.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 11, 2015 23:02:24 GMT -5
"Why not?" He said with a smile. "It will be just like old times. You sitting there in a perfect little number and we talk for hours. And then I whisk you upstairs for a night you would never forget." He said kissing her hand and then slowly working up her arm. Okay now this was starting to get under his skin. Why was she pulling away so much now? So he missed a few dates, not like it was the end of the world? What was running though that head of her's that couldn't be fixed with a sorry and a couple of kisses?
"Well I'll give you that one." He said with a sigh running his hand over his face. God he hated seeing her this upset, hated her putting up this much of a fight. Even getting a little giggle from her wasn't good enough, he wanted to see her laughing and smiling like she use to. He wanted the same spunky girl that punched the lights of out the boy that grabbed her ass at that one dance he took her too. Was that too much to ask?
"Vitalia sweetheart, you know every second of my free time in given to you. And I wish I had more right now, but those O'Brien bastards..." He shook his head and bite his lip. No he wasn't about to get all choked up about Marisol now. "They took one of our own Vitalia. I have to put in the work to stop them before they hurt anyone else... before they think of hurting you." He said kissing her head again when they finally hit the nail on the head.
"What? Now you're just suddenly going to tell me you are at the Academy, bull."
She really thought that lowly of him? If it was any other woman he would have backhanded her by now, but this wasn't any woman. This was the love his life and she didn't still feel like the love of his life. "Vitalia darling you couldn't possibly think that I would..." He swallowed some and looked down before saying. "When I married you I made a vowed that you would be my only. And I know I would do anything for you to prove that I have not been with another woman, and my feelings for you are still as true as the day I first ran into you at school and accidentally took your potions book."
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 13, 2015 1:46:49 GMT -5
"Yes, I think you would," Vitalia huffed at Enzo, "I'm not dumb, Enzo Antonucchi," she had to remind him who she was, a Don. As a faithful wife, she was still getting adjusted to the idea of her having to come in second. He wasn't her husband first, he was her Don first. If he asked her to be a fisher, then she would have to. That's kind of just how it worked, despite the fact that Vitalia definitely was the kind of woman that had to be put as a wife first. "You know what? I just want to fill my stomach at this point, love." she moved to sit up a bit more straightly.
"Maybe we should discuss this the next time you have a free slot for me," that was short for never since well... That's exactly why she's upset, he doesn't have a free slot for her. She planned on cooking herself a small meal, she forgot to eat dinner. What was she thinking going to sleep with an empty stomach, never! It always made her very cranky in the morning if she didn't eat dinner. Enzo was lucky he didn't really spend time with her in the morning since he has to run a school.
If it were any other woman, they would have been smacked dead for simply walking out like that on Enzo, but Vitalia was lucky Enzo loved her, she could do most of what she wanted, including walking out of conversation to go feed herself. It didn't help that Vitalia was left to her own devices for most of the time, it didn't help that she was a depressive maniac that deserved to be thrown in an asylum. She looked up at Enzo for a bit, then moved to get out of the bed, straightening up her sleep dress. "There's still dinner for you," she said monotonously, looking down at her feet as she stood around for a second then exiting the bedroom to go to the kitchen to cook something for herself. She wasn't very happy with this marriage for a long time, and she figured it wasn't him for the most part.
It was her.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 14, 2015 16:26:33 GMT -5
He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't know what else he could say or do at this point. He did have a free slot for her he did give her all that he could she just... she just was never happy anymore and he didn't understand why. Okay yes he missed one date, but that was beside the point. He still made time for her, still came home and tried to talk to her, still loved her just as much as he did the first time he saw her. So what else could he do now?
Finally she got up saying that she had made him dinner but didn't cook anything for herself and he just watched her go, thinking to himself for a second. Alright so clearly there was a problem but he wasn't so sure that it was just him. Maybe it was her as well, and you would think after all these years he would finally totally understand her but no. He supposed that was one of the reason he loved her so, she always kept him on his toes.
He walked down into the kitchen and came up behind her were she stood, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her head. "How about I cook for you tonight my dear?" Hey he was trying alright, can't knock a man for trying. He just hated seeing her frown, hated seeing her so upset and there didn't seem to be anything he could do to make it better expect try and shower her with love and affection.
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Post by Vitalia Antonucchi on Jul 14, 2015 17:45:14 GMT -5
Vitalia felt his arms around her, feeling the firmness and warmth of them. Usually wives would feel protected and safe if their husbands did this, but Vitalia most likely would die by the hand of her husband or his work more than anything else, really. Oh the mafia, why did she marry a mafia man. On one hand they were rich and lived comfortably with lots of close-knit family, nieces and nephews. But on the other hand, lonely, sense of death everywhere, drama, fear lingering the air and such. She guessed Enzo was lucky that she decided to stay and that she loved him enough not to leave. Not that she could anyways. He will definitely find a way to bring her back in whether force was needed or not.
"You're talking away my job, Enzo. I could cook for myself, but if you insist you can help be gather the ingredients," she told him as an offer. That could work, actually. She didn't have to do as many things as she could around, not that there was really much to do around, everything seemed to be canned now. Oh how in Italy they did everything by hand back then. Canned squash, canned peas, everything all lidded up. Less work, less freshness, lots more eating.
She started to think about what to eat before deciding on salmon salad. The main part of the dish—which was salmon—was canned. Potatoes? Canned. Onion, fresh. What was she going back to do? Simply chop them up and throw them in a pot to boil before straining it and simply throwing everything back together and put salad dressing on it. It wasn't as home cooked as Enzo's original dinner, Vitalia made sure he ate simply the best home cooked fresh foods. She couldn't subject her husband to cans, nope. Not at all.
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