Fated To Love Them

"What do you want?" I snap at Silva. The hot and sexy twin brother of my so called husband. He was also the mafia king. He rules the Meco familia with Silas, my husband. My mouth turned sower just by thinking the word husband. They both are the most dangerous men on this earth. They are brutal, murderous, egotistic, arrogant and sometimes psychotic. And no one snapped at them like i did just now but i was way past the point of caring. He cannot just barge into my baby's room without permission. Granted my baby didn't even manage to live up to five months but this was her room. Where i felt most at peace. Outside of it, i become just a shell of a person and dont even care much. "I wanted to to give you these flowers." He replied in that hard voice of his. I swear he sounds just like Silas. If it wasn't because they were fraternal twins, which meant they have different faces. They would be an exact carbon copy of each other. "I heard about what happened. Even thou im four months late. I wanted to express my deepest condolences." He continued, stepping inside fully to hand me a beautiful bunch of marigolds. My favourites. How did he know that? Or maybe he just bought them because they suit the purpose. Marigolds has two meanings, happiness that comes no matter what and sadness that comes from separation. Right now i will just hold them using the latter definition. I wasn't sure about the happiness thing coming. After all i have been through, im not sure i even believe in the H word anymore. "Thank you." I replied softly, bringing the flowers to my nose to smell their scent. The irritation i had felt when he barged in, evaporated instantly. I looked down at the marigolds i had received. The were indeed beautiful and smelled wonderful too. Standing up and placing them in a glass jar by the window. Looking outside, the world seemed so bright and peaceful. I think i need to live again and try to snatch some of that peace i was seeing, for me. I was young. Im sure i can get back on my feet. Find work and maybe make a few friends. Thou i wont put up with Silas's humiliation anymore. Not that i have cared about him since that day, that fateful day which had been the last straw for me. He didn't even try to help me get to the hospital, he had been having fun with one of his many mistresses, while i was losing our baby. Not that he had cared about me or the baby before. Considering he was still stuck up on his ex wife and he had to marry me because he needed an heir and i had agreed because that had been the only way to save my family from debt. Imagine to my shock when my so called husband had told his twin brother that i was fair game. That he didn't mind if he wanted to have a go at his wife. That's when i had realized that my life was going to be more difficult than i had realized. Nevermind being married to a man you dont love, but to one who does not even respect you enough not to call you fair game to his brother. I mean who allowed his brother to have a go at his wife if he wanted to. I get that they were the twin kings as they are called, of The Meco Familia but there was a limit to everything. "Riley!" Silva snaps his fingers across my face. Snapping me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking about? I have been calling you for over three minutes now, but you seemed to have zoned out." "Uhmm...i...its nothing." I stammered. What could i say? I could not very well tell him that i had been thinking about how i got married to his psychotic brother. Besides i was not comfortable being around him. He reminds me too much of Silas. Even when he isn't here, it felt like he was. And that aura of authority they both carried can be suffocating at times. "Im fine, you can go now." "Are you throwing me out?" "Yes i am." I snapped at him once again. Yeah, like i said before, i dont care much now and my self preservation seemed to have disappeared along with my grief. In all the two years i have lived in this house, i have seen men get killed by the twin kings for simply not bowing fast enough when they were passing. And here i am snapping at one of them. "But wh..." "Brother." A much more deep voice than Silva's interrupt him from asking me a question, im sure. I know that voice, i felt myself stiffen when another pair of footsteps stepped into the room. Thank goodness i had been speaking with Silva with my back turned, so i didn't have to resort in trying to look away from him,when i was already looking away. "Silas." Silva said with a voice that suggested he had missed his brother. After all he was last here a year ago. He had left Italy to go to New York City. The companies there had needed attention, Silas had wanted to be the one going but Silva had argued that technically he was still a newly wed so he would be the one going. Silas had agreed reluctantly, i had known that he had wanted to go there simply because Nicole Adams stayed there with her husband. The man she cheated on Silas with. She had finally left him and then married her lover but even that had not managed to make Silas forget her. So much so that when we will be having s*x he would call me by her name. And afterwards he would just leave me and go out to wherever he goes. The first time he touched me and had eventually called me by her name in the middle of the act had been the last time i had responded to him. I gave the guy my freaking virginity and he calls me by his ex wife's name. Humiliation. I never wanted to face that humiliation ever again. He would come to me once a month, to have s*x. He needed an heir after all. I would just lay there and let him do his deed, and he will eventually leave. We dont kiss ever. Not even on our wedding day. Hearing a few back slaps suggesting they were bro-hugging each other, i kept looking out the window without acknowledging Silas. "Riley!" This time its Silas who snaps my name. "What?" I snap back, without even turning around. By now i could feel the tension thickening in the air. He hated not being acknowledged. Not that he was going to scold me or anything like that. He rarely puts effort in doing anything for me. He even didn't help our baby. "I asked if you ate?" He asks his voice clearly still filled with anger. Only God knows what he was angry about. But i didn't give a damn. "Its none of your business." I snapped again. "You are right its not. Who cares if you eat or not." He snaps back. "C'mon brother, lets go somewhere exotic to catch up." With that, two pairs of footsteps left my baby's room. Leaving me alone to all my thoughts and mostly importantly some peace and quiet. Too much testosterone is the air is not good for a woman. Getting up to really check if they are not anywhere near. I breathe out in relief when i hear their voices becoming more faint. Good they weren't near me anymore. I heard back to my room. Silas and i never shared a room before. When he would make his little visits to me, he would come to my room. I never went into his ever. Thou we were on the same floor. Its like we were strangers living in the same house. And in a way we were. We barely talk to each other. Avoid each other like a plague. Every one in the house that includes the maids and his men knew about our estranged relationship. And no one dared to comment. But sometimes i saw pity in Rosalia's eyes when she looks at me. Rosalia is like a mother figure to me and she is the head maid of the house. I guess she sometimes couldn't help but worry about me and the way i was living. Anyway first things first, im going to change every f*****g furniture in my room. Silas has leaved his mark on it some way or the other. And i wanted a new start of everything without him. But mostly the bed had to go. After my baby died four months ago, i had not slept in that bed again. I had resulted in using the floor. But now i wanted to sleep on the comforts of a bed. I was trying to get past my baby's death. Thou im not sure if i will ever stop hating my husband, considering we were bound to spend our lives together. I will have to also schedule sessions with a psychiatrist because if even thou i was trying to move on i was not there quiet yet. I still get panic attacks when it rains and i hated hospitals so much. All that antiseptic smell made me want to puke my guts out, which will result in another panic attack. So yeah, i really needed professional help. I might be able to succeed in avoiding hospitals but i couldn't very well avoid rain. All that rain that comes with the rain season. I shudder in fright. Even seeing it through the window terrified me because i had also seen it through the window that day too. I felt the fear starting to take root into me. Just like that day. Dont think about it Riley. Breathe. I chant to myself for a few seconds and i start to calm down. Snatching up the landline in my room, i press 0 and im instantly connected to the kitchen line. A few seconds pass and Rosalia answers in a calm voice. "Kitchen, how can i help you?" "Rosalia, its Riley. I want you to come up here please, with four or five other maids. I need your help with something." "Sure Mrs Meco. We will be there right away." She replied in a more human voice. Not the one she had answered the phone with the first time. I can understand why she answers the phone with a robotic voice because she never really knows who is on the other side. Imagine her answering Silas or Silva in that motherly caring voice. They would have her hide. Even thou they rarely shows it, they respect her a lot. She has been with them since they were twelve. That makes it twenty one years since she started working for the familia. "Shall i bring you a snack?" She asks. "No Rosalia. I will eat later." "Alright Mrs Meco. I will be there as soon as possible." She hangs up. I really hated it when she calls me Mrs Meco. I hated everything to do with that man. And calling me by his last time didn't allow me to forget that i was tied to him. Not that the ties really binded us together. There was no love or concern between us, just hatred at least from my side. On his side i was pretty sure he just regards me as a waste of air. But i still hated it being called Mrs Meco. It wasn't something to be happy about. After a few minutes of waiting i hear footsteps approaching. That must be Rosalia. Getting up to go to my closet, i was thinking of changing it too. Forget thinking about it. I was so going to do it. If there was one thing Silas was good at is not being stingy. I have at least five black debit cards. The black colour signified 'unlimited'. I could spent any amount of money and he wont even notice. Or if he does he wont care about it enough to complain. Thats how much money he has. This would be the first time i use the cards for myself thou. I was never interested in buying anything before so i had never bothered to use them. After he had given them to me, through my bodyguards. Bastard. I hadn't had the decency of giving them to me himself. I had dumped them in my drawer and only opened it again when i wanted to buy things for my baby. So this would be the second time i would be using them. Snatching my tablet off the bed, i sit my ass down in a chair without looking up. I go online and start browsing and buying expensive bedroom furniture. "Rosalia, i need to remove everything in this room. Please start with my closet. Discard all those clothes. I dont want them anymore. The maids can take a few of them if they happen to like something." I say without even looking up. The door had been opened a few seconds ago. "You are changing your furniture?" A deep voice asks. Startling me so much that i jumped up. "Easy, im not going to do anything to you. Yet." I could have sworn that he had said yet at the end of that sentence but i could not be sure since he kind of whispered to himself. Or maybe i was simply losing my s**t and hearing stuff. "Silva." I breathe. Putting my right hand on my chest. Be still my heart. It was beating so much. "What are you doing here? I thought you were Rosalia." "I came to see you." There were so many things wrong with that statement. Why would he want to see me? He already saw me, a few hours ago. "I wanted to ask if you ate something." He continues. What was with everyone wanting me to eat today. First Silas, then Rosalia and now Silva. I could understand Rosalia's concern. She always looks out for me but what was wrong with the twin kings? Why so much interest in what goes into my belly today. "Im not a baby Silva. I will eat when i want to eat." I snap. His eyes flushes for a moment and his jaw clenches tight. Yeah no one snapped at one of the twin kings like that, ever. Well if he doesn't want to get snapped at, he should not show fake concern for me. Or better yet not talk to me at all. "You have changed." He says in a voice in-between awe and anger. Forget the last statement, this one had so many things wrong than the 'i wanted to see you'. I have changed? Damn right i have or he just didn't know me. But the way he had said that statement, it was as if he knew me. Maybe he did since i had lived with him in this house for over a year. But we barely talked then. Pretty much like now. Thou back then he wouldn't enquire if i ate. "Mrs Meco. We are here." Rosalia says coming in through the door. Only to freeze when she sees Silva in my room. "Don Silva, you are here." She states the obvious. Don is just the same as Mr. "Don't be alarmed Rosalia. I was just leaving." Silva says in that authority voice of his. "Make sure you eat something." He directs that at me. How dare he order me to do something like i was one of his men. He turns around and leave the room without giving me a chance to respond. I hate the twin kings. "Thank goodness you are here Rosalia." I say moving towards her. Now that Silva was gone the air was fresh again. And not tainted with authority. "What did you need help with? We are all at your disposal." She gives me one of those motherly smiles of hers. Those smiles had helped me cope in this house. And sometimes made me sad because they reminded me of my real mother and how much i missed her. Snapping out of my sad thoughts. I explain to Rosalia and the other maids about changing my bedroom furniture. They immediately get to working on removing everything. And i continue ordering new furniture online. Most of them will be here in an hour or two. And sure enough, two hours later my new furniture had arrived. We started arranging everything. Some of the heavy stuff like the bed and headboard were carried by my bodyguards. Alex and Mateo. Yeah i have my own security. I dont go anywhere without them and they dont go anywhere without me except the bathroom or going to sleep. Silas's orders. At first i had hated being followed but i soon got used to it when i realized that they were stuck with me as much as i was stuck with them. And over the two years being stuck with each other, we now had an understanding of our own. They dont crowd me and i dont give them a hard time. I mind my own business and they mind theirs, which is mostly protecting me especially when i go out. A few more hours later, my room looks brand new. My new headboard is now white and has lilac lamb stand on each side. My bed is now a rounded double bed covered with lilac bed covers. And huge pillows covered in white pillow cases. My dressing table is also white, with real silver rings coating every edge of it. I had paid three million dollars for that thing only. I wanted it, so i had bought it. My curtains are now white mixed with circle lilac spots. Lilac and white are my new bedroom colors. Figured since i like lilac. Why not sleep surrounded by it. My rooms smelled like lavender, i had bought a lavender air freshener. Besides marigolds, lavender were my also my second favourite flowers. Thanking everyone for a job well done. I reach for my phone, wanting to text Ethel my best friend. She might know a good psychiatrist to recommend to me, since she was a pediatrician. **Me** Hey Eth. Do you know any good Psychiatrists? **Ethel** Why? Who needs a psychiatrist?. That's why i love her so much she replies quickly. But i cant decide if should tell her about my decision through a text or in person. Going with the latter. I text her back. **Me** Can we meet? I will tell you all about it. **Ethel** Sure. Tomorrow 8am sharp. We can have breakfast together. .Me. Okay. See you then.xoxo. Putting my phone down on the bed, i quickly make another call using the landline to Rosalia to bring me supper. It was almost 8pm. I want to sleep early today, tomorrow was a new day. Rosalia brought me rice and chicken and a glass of juice. I finished quickly took a bath and got into bed. The bed feels amaizing. I could get used to a feeling like this. I eventually doze off. "I see you made a dent on my bank account today." A deep voice by the door says. Startling me awake.