THE MAFIA'S PENANCE

REGRETFUL FEELING

"Mrs, wake up first. Mr. Skjoldbjarrg asked you to have breakfast first and take vitamins."

A strange voice to me made me open my eyes. A female employee at the hotel walked in with a tray of breakfast for me.

To be honest I still feel so lazy to wake up because I feel a pain in my head at the moment.

"Let's put it down later I'll eat it." My answer is still lying down.

Vernon is no longer in this room. It's likely that he's taking care of everything that interests him as Camorra. Even though it is only seven in the morning, why does he always go so early in the morning?

"Sorry madam, do you want me to be with you or don't need to?" Ask the female officer.

"No need, you can go." I said without looking at him for closing my eyes.

"All right then. I'm out first."

With a breath I opened my eyes. My head is heavy now. Instantly I felt nauseous and as soon as possible rushed to the toilet and vomited in the sink.

It was so painful when I had to force something out of my throat. In addition, even though it is not too painful but still I can still feel the pain of gunshot wounds in my stomach.

I quickly cleaned my mouth and washed my face with water. For a moment I looked at my reflection.

Last night's dream came back to my mind. I was the one who caused Wynetta's death. I killed him. It makes me so bad now. I don't know what reason I'm driving fast and don't care about Arthur or Alec chasing me. Whatever the reason I killed Wynetta.

"Viv..." Suddenly Vernon's voice was heard along with the sound of the door opening.

I didn't answer and just walked out of the toilet. Vernon who just took off his shirt looked at me. He was currently wiping the sweat on his body using a small white towel.

Turns out Vernon hasn't left to take care of his needs. He had just finished exercising at this moment.

"You okay?" Vernon asked, looking at me who was back on the bed. "You look very pale. Why not have breakfast?"

There's nothing I want to say to Vernon right now. I shut my mouth because I was too lazy to make a sound in response to what he said. Vernon continued to stand by the bed staring at me as if waiting for me to answer.

"I think tonight, I'm going to the party." Vernon. "Do you want to come or just be in this room? Yeah, it seems like you better not come and sleep here. I'll go alone."

Vernon walked away from the bed and was about to get into the bathroom. I still don't make a sound.

"Hope, today I'll take you around Genoa. This is your first time in town, right?" Vernon stopped before he went into the bathroom and looked at me.

Unconsciously I fell asleep again for a moment, to feel someone holding my hand and making me wake up in shock. It turned out that Vernon who finished his bath and was still bare-chested was sitting on the side of the bed holding my arm to wake me up.

"My head just hurts." I answered by pulling my face from Vernon's gaze. "Let me rest for a little while." I pulled my arm from Vernon's hand and changed my back.

"Break breakfast and take vitamins." Vernon said as he walked to pick up his cell phone that he put on the sofa table after that contacted his men to tell them to buy headache medicine with a certain brand he said. "Listen to my words, have a quick breakfast. You'll make your condition worse later."

"I want to go home." My speech. "I want to go home. Can you drive me? No, please take me to Venice where my parents are."

Vernon snorted at my words. He seems to be in no mood for my request. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but seeing Vernon now made me think of the Wynetta I killed.

"Don't do it, Viv!!" Vernon approached me. "You're gonna stay here now. I'm not gonna let you go. Sit down and have breakfast first and take the vitamins. After the headache medicine comes drink. After that we will go around Genoa so that your mood improves. You need to breathe fresh air."

"Why should I listen to what you say?" I looked a little upset that Vernon would not listen to my request. "Yesterday you want me to go home, right?"

"Tomorrow we'll go home together, but not to Venice." Answer Vernon. "You must listen to me because you have my son inside." Vernon took the bowl of Ribollita, my breakfast menu from the bedside table. "Sit down."

For a moment I stared at Vernon who seemed ready to feed me who was reluctant to eat. But seeing her attempt to persuade me made me feel bad for her. Not because he did not want to be disappointed but because he did not want me to be more guilty of killing the woman he loved.

Vernon held me when I was about to sit down. Looking at her not wearing clothes made me see a gunshot scar on her left upper shoulder. The wound was healed and only visible. It healed very quickly. All this time I never noticed him even though he had not dressed in front of me very often.

But my focus right now is the tattoo on Vernon's right rib. The tattoo is only in the form of the letter W with a size large enough to meet the right side of his body. Without needing to think for long, when I first saw the tattoo I immediately knew if it was the initials of Wynetta, a woman who could not be forgotten by him.

"That's enough." I refused a bribe from Vernon after the third feed.

"Only three mouthfuls will not make my son full. Open your mouth again!!" Vernon exclaimed with a little ketus.

I followed his words and opened my mouth again. But when the food came in, I felt nausea again and went straight out of bed, running into the toilet to vomit.

The food that just came in was not how much it just came out. But with great difficulty I swallowed all of that.

"You still have to eat it again." Vernon, who was standing in the bathroom doorway, looked at me. "Are you thinking about something right now? I told you last night that you had to keep your mood in order to make your pregnancy okay."

I turned to look at Vernon after cleaning my mouth. I feel like crying right now, but I won't. I don't want to show tears of regret to Vernon.

"Hurry out—"

"I will listen to you from now on." I said with a serious look at Vernon. "All I'm gonna do is give birth to your child. I will give birth to her and give it to you. He'll stay with you. But in exchange, I want you to let me go. I don't want to live with you anymore, as your wife, or as your prisoner."

...–NATZSIMO–...