A few days later the couple were lost in silly, funny arguments … little fights that shouldn’t have been petty, but Vincenzo enjoyed her hate. He kept finding new ways to improve her opinion of him. He knew she liked him, but the fact that he was a mafia stopped her from admitting her feelings.
Vincenzo saw Emma seated in a corner looking guilty. He hadn’t forgiven her yet, but still he didn’t want to push her away completely.
“Emma!” he shouted loud enough to make heads turn.
Two people reacted at the same time: one was Emma, who jumped up, and the other was Seraphina, who had been listening from the window.
“Yes… sir… yes, boss,” Emma came running, her voice bright and eager despite the nervousness.
“You can return to work from tomorrow,” Vincenzo said with a steady and controlled t
