VENNI - HEIR TO VENGEANCE

CHAPTER 23

Ellen

At Riccardo's house, I dared to look around, explored as he told me to do, except for the office and the damn basement.

The house had twelve bedrooms, separated into two wings, in addition to the master suite.

A ballroom that should be able to welcome two hundred people in a good way. Cinema room, games room with pool tables and card games and other strange games.

The well-equipped kitchen, a coffee room in white and blue tones, a dining room with twenty seats, I counted one by one and a giant library, but the works were almost all in Italian, and those in Portuguese did not appeal to me not even a little.

The swimming pools and the leisure area with courts and soccer field. But the view was the greatest gift, I think if he deserved to be graced with all that.

The room with double height was as majestic as the other rooms, the white and pale tones with some golden and bronze touches left the room refined, the L-shaped sofa and some elegantly dispersed armchairs denote the good taste of the resident and extra points for the decorator's portfolio.

Decorative objects, which consisted of Italian vases and sculptures, as well as pictures that revealed the owner's fortune, I did not understand art, but I knew enough not to dare to touch any of them.

— With wobbly thirst? I imagine the ride was long. — a female voice came from behind me, taking me out of my reverie.

— Ah! Yes, thanks — the woman went to the kitchen taking a bottle out of the refrigerator and filled a glass almost to the rim.

— We haven't met yet, I'm Genna, the housekeeper and you must be Ellie, right?

— Yes — I replied.

Genna was more like one of those KGB agents than a housekeeper.

 She was tall, perhaps the same height as the big driver, her lean body revealed muscles in places that only a fighter or exercise person could have.

Genna should be in her late 50s, or maybe even a little longer. His appearance, at the very least, commanded respect — I would be in the fear class. Whoever saw her in that apron would ask if it was really chicken she was cooking.

But his voice was sweet, polite and calm when speaking.

— I see that the boat ride did you well, Mio ​​bambino never takes anyone there, I was happy to see them together.

— What did she mean by not taking anyone there? So what did he take me for? — it was better not to think.

— Have you been working for Riccardo for a long time? — I asked changing the subject.

— Just Genna, child don't let my size scare you, I don't bite any more like in the past — she laughed handing me a glass of wine — and yes I have been with the boy since he wore nappies, now let me take care of you, I will feed you, you are a child of leather and bone, how will you accommodate a baby in such a narrow hip?

— What? — I choked spilling wine on me and almost dropping the glass.

— Scared you? Oh, dear pardona me I didn't mean it, let me clean it up.

— Okay, it was nothing, and I was going to take a shower anyway.

— Yes, go lunch will be served in twenty minutes, don't be late child, this is a sacred time here, never be late for meals.

I nodded and went up to my room, she was crazy for sure, where did she get that from? Children me? That crazy guy? Only over my corpse and corpses do not produce children.

I was immunized, my injection lasted three months, and I had taken it the day I met Diego's i***t, just keep an eye on the deadline and that's fine.

In Brazil, it was always easy to buy contraceptives, just go to the nearest pharmacy and I study nursing, I apply myself.

In other words, I don't die of this disease, I can die for other reasons, and one of them is very tasty.

After dinner, I stuffed myself in my room, without my cell phone I called Lorenzo's cell phone, I spoke with Alex and André, he knows that I'm with Riccardo, but I assured him that I was well and that I was being treated well and that soon he would tire of me and let me go.

— Forgive me for that, shorty. You just have to order and I'll get you out of there, even if I die trying.

— If you die, then none of this will have been worth it. Just take care, I'll be fine, after all, I survived Diego's prick, you know which can be worse than that!

— I'm sorry, I will earn it this time, I promise.

— I'm glad to hear that André, I love you, take care OK?

He made me swear by our mother, and with pain in my heart, I swore. André knows that he would not take such an oath in vain, but this time I lied and as soon as I said goodbye to him, I cried and asked my parents for forgiveness.

I didn't take water to the room, Riccardo told me not to leave after dinner, but it was just the water, I would take it and run back, if it were there he wouldn't even see me.

When I came back from the kitchen with my water, what I saw made the whole dinner want to come back, it was grotesque and humiliating, I tried to get out of the placer, but my feet locked in place.

An Asian woman saw me and gave me a lascivious smile and called me by bending her index finger, the other the blonde raised her s*x head from an ebony brunette and moved her tongue out and in her mouth while Riccardo stored behind closed eyes.

He saw me and stopped what he was doing just to scream making me jump and react.

— What the f**k are you doing here, didn't I tell you to stay in your room? Get out of here now!

I ran up with tears flooding my eyes, the last words I heard were;

— She wanted Ricco, let her stay.

— Shut the f**k up, Joana, before I shut it up for you.

I closed the door and ran to the bathroom just in time to put my dinner out on the toilet.

I washed my mouth and brushed my teeth, I even tried to wipe away the tears that kept coming out, I didn't understand why the pain invaded my chest. I was just a p********e, someone he paid for his services, which in my case the currency of exchange was my family's life.

Why did it hurt? Just because he said he doesn't like to be betrayed? He did not betray me, he is not mine, however, I am his, for his use, like those women down there.

So why a load of water did my heart hurt like it was torn in two?

Disease, it can only be some crazy syndrome. God, I needed to get out of that place, or I would go crazy.

I don't know how long my crying lasted, but I slept and when I woke up my eyes hurt because they were swollen from so many hours crying.

There was an armchair beside my bed and it was not there before, a black-tie lying carelessly on the floor revealed who occupied the seat, it remains to be seen why. If the intention was to laugh at my misfortune, I did well to be asleep.

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