Niccoló's wife |✔|

2. Words

Scarlett brushed her teeth as she rubbed her sore neck from sleeping in the sitting position, at least I slept peacefully, she thought to herself. After spitting the foam and washing her mouth she took a quick shower as she wrapped a towel around her body as she slipped into her undies and then wore a white shirt with a pair of shorts attached to the jumpsuit, crisscrossing the straps of the jumpsuit, she brushed her long black hair which reached past her hips and combed them till there was no tangle, after her hair were combed, she decided to them air dry as she placed her old headband onto her head to keep the strands away from her face. After slipping into her ragged and old converses she skipped downstairs.

She quickly made pancake batter, and fried some bacon, and after making a toast, she dared a look at clock, it was almost the time for everyone to get up, she fastened her pace, and made all the pancakes and dribbled some maple syrup as Mia and Tia liked their pancakes. Those both were absolute witches, Mia and Tia were 3 years old when their mother went into coma, so they have almost no memories with her mother, but Scarlett had, and she loved her mother, for those good memories and giving her love.

Quickly stacking the pancakes and putting everything on the table, she turned to make her own toast, as she turned towards toast machine after taking bread, she felt her hair gripped and pulled, which made her wince in her Scarlett' hand quickly went to her hair to stop the person from pulling her hair out as she looked back, stood Mia in her 'hello kitty' pajama set with a nest hair, her hair were burnt with the amount of heat she provided them and the amount of times she dyed her hair, it robbed the natural nutrients from her hair, not that she had any.

To conclude both the twins had rough and short hair, and that too, in chocolate.

To conclude both the twins had rough and short hair, and that too, in chocolate color, far different from the inky black hair, she inherited from her mother. And brown hair they inherited from their father.

"You know, you are not allowed to flaunt your ugly ass hair here, brutta cagna?" she hissed clearly pissed by seeing Scarlett' beautiful hair flowing down her back. She pulled for the last time and threw the fistful of her clutched hair as they swung in the air and effortlessly came back to their place. Shaking her head Scarlett quickly applied blueberry jam on her toast and muttering a bye, she rushed out of the house as she went for her work.

(Ugly bitch.) 

**

The children were weird here, they didn't speak, they just stared and played, but after a week or so working there, the small kids were at least talking with her as she played with them, to say that Scarlett loved kids would be an understatement, even though she had took care of her twin sisters they treated her like trash, but nevertheless, she loved children.

But something was definitely up with this place.

Normally orphanages do not pay that much, as she was getting paid, just to cook and play with the children till 5 pm. the owner of the orphanage had strictly told her to go home after five o'clock. She didn't know why.

She cooked what she had cooked for her family the other day, and as she cut the chicken in precise pieces to serve on the spaghetti, which was drowning in the curry, she served the curry for the kids who can eat on their own, whereas she served on the plate for the twins which were left out.

Every kid take a small child to feed, when they eat. But the troublesome kids, no one took the risk, putting the last scoop in the two plates she stood and balanced the plate in her hands as she took the plates in the garden, the fence was not to tall, and was of white wooden plants, the border of the garden was decorated with the flowers and the toys lay carelessly in the garden, she sat on the floor of the garden as she called out for the twins.

"Lily! Mason! Come out baby! It's time for yum-yum." She called out for the boy and the girl as she felt a whiff of air ran past her, she felt the creeps of someone watching her, true to her thoughts, there was a black car parked before the house, she looked at it from the corner of her eye, but turned her head, might be on of adopters, she thought.

It wasn't her business, and she knew way well than anyone, not to poke in someone else' business. So she called at the two munchkins again, and saw as the two three year old munchkins came from behind bush, and jumped on her back.

"Boo-boo. We got Letty!" the two munchkins giggled as they hugged her from behind.

"Ouch. You are standing on my hair baby." She pulled the babies from behind her and gently placed them on her lap.

"That's good. Now who is hungry?" she cooed, as she tickled their sides. They giggle as yelled 'me-me' repeatedly. Scarlett took the plate as she dipped the spoon inside it and gave a bite to the jumping Mason on her lap, sure her legs were crushed from their both weight, but her love for kids was way above the pain.

She fed the kids as she finished with feeding them, both of them ran from her lap, Scarlett stood up disregarding the plates and ran after Lily, as she caught a hold of her, she tickled her as Scarlett made funny sounds earning lots of giggles from Lily and many other giggles from Mason, who stood by the side, and watched as Scarlett wiped Lily' mouth with the sleeve of her white shirt, and then after that she pulled Mason as cleaned his face and watched as the kids ran off into the garden, putting both hands on her waist, Scarlett pushed the bangs out her face and tied her hair into a messy bun.

The car was gone now.

She sighed as she took the discarded plates and went inside, collecting all the plates, and washing them. Everyone thanked Scarlett for the delicious food, they even kissed her cheek, Scarlett felt the bloom of happiness, as in a moment her eyes filled as two little munchkin prepped her face with kisses saying that she made the best food. She continued to make snacks and feeding the kids until 5. That was when she took her biscuit from the jar which had been bought for her. And strutted towards her-Rodríguez household.

Scarlett was not given the name of her father, he looked so down on her, he refused to have her his name, so she took her mother' last name. Benson. She was Scarlett Benson, shy, cute, timid, and innocent.

And she had no idea, what the hell going to happen to her.

**

The car took a swift turn as Niccoló himself came to observe the orphanage from where he had got the news that children were involved in the dealing of drugs. And since he was in the area, he thought why not have a look himself, expect profanities and threats, there were not so many words Niccoló Martinez said aloud. The car stopped smoothly without any noise, as the car pulled up in front of the house, it was a two story house with garden. That was when his eyes fell on the girl sitting on the ground giggling as she yelled something in the air, a second or two later two kids around 3-4 years came running towards her as they pounced on her back, Niccoló watched in amusement as he looked at the girl, the girls skin was pale and were hidden in the long sleeves of the shirt, but hat couldn't hide the purple mark peeking from the inner side of her wrist.

She had long ink black hair, which were sprawled on the grass she sat on, she pulled the kids in front of her as she did something, with her back to the car, he couldn't look at the face of the girl, and looking that the girl was not turning too, it made Niccoló feel out of control, things were not in his control, and the thought alone aggravated him, his hands fisted in his lap, as he looked at the girl, as the seconds passed she did something behind her back.

Niccoló felt the urge to hit something as his irritation grew, finally the kids ran, as the girl stood up and chased the girl and tickled her that was when he saw her face.

For a moment breath was momentarily hitched in his throat, he felt like a cotton ball was stuffed in his throat, unable to breathe, unable to speak, not that he would speak, though.

The girl had the flawless porcelain skin, with the brightest pair of those mesmerizing blue eyes, like that of an ocean, she smiled as she wiped the face of the child, that meant she was feeding the kids, he felt his heartbeat quicken for just a moment before it regained its original pace. The girl made a bun out of her long hair, the urge to run his fingers down those long hair was unbearable, the girl was angelic, and she had those plump lips and the rosiness to her cheeks, which screamed just one thing, innocent.

Niccoló turned his head a bit as he rasped out to the driver, one of his most trusted men. His voice husky and raspy, but was still enough to be the wet dream of any girl. His dark obsidian eyes stared at the girl, as in frustration, he raked a hand through his chocolaty brown smooth hair.

"Mossa."

(Move)

"Chi è la raggaza?"

(Who's the girl?)

As they turned on the road towards the Martinez mansion, and the words meant that Niccoló wanted the whole history of the girl. But the question was, why? But the man didn't asked Niccoló that. Disobeying Niccoló came with punishments. Niccoló' voice for the second time commanded, it was hard to make Niccoló speak, but when he did, his words held meaning.

And after everything that has happened, words make a difference.

**