Chapter 8 Grow Up Rosina

"There are times when you'll be forced to make some decisions that contradict your beliefs and your stances; you won't be given a choice on this, and your only choice is to go with the flow. You may feel the world is against you, and there's no purpose for your existence. To you facing this, there's always a purpose to every existence, and you don't need to look through the circumstances." ROSINA I stare gloomily at the room that was provided by my so-called Mafia husband,a stance and a golden pivotal yet a foreboding grim of a dreary dismal, stifling with a life of uncertainty that had been embraced in it. I was overwhelmed with nervousness building up in me,with an apprehension of unsettling feelings, and a pensive tension about what the life in here holds for me. It was an undercovering of an ultimate introspection of doubt and fears. I found my eyes roaming around the most dark room ever, as I sighed deeply, awaiting the command of the monster standing close to me. "This is your room for now; it's close to mine, and you can always come to mine when you need anything from me. My brother lives next to your room as well. I think this is well situated given the circumstances, and I believe you'd make yourself comfortable around here before coming out for dinner." Lorenzo De'Russo's, with his eyes boring on mine, elucidated the value of what he'd thought would be best for me. "Is this what you want, to cage me in here in a form of enslavement and confinement?"With great anger surging in me, I asked, as my emotions right now were playing a trick on me. "Woman, this is how your fate has been decided. I didn't decide your fate; your father did, and you are my possession. I believe you know this already, so please, you just arrived, and I don't want an argument with you." His words stuck in my heart, and his way of fixating his eyes on mine caused my legs to wobble. A feeling of illicit vulgar thought washed through my heart when his eyes were on me. I don't know what is happening to me, but I know one thing is certain, and that's the fact that a part of me wanted this man more than ever, and what happened between us the night before hadn't escaped me yet. I knew I needed more of him—more of his touch and more of his dick on me. But then again, does this have to interfere with my brain in this critical situation where I have myself to save and my own decisions to make about my life? "I guess there are no more arguments between us. I'd leave you to settle in and make sure you come out for dinner, for tonight you'll be introduced to my worker." Slowly, he tells me with his eyes still boring deep into mine. My eyes only glare at the movement of his lips and the way he speaks. I had imagined him using his lips to eat every part of my wall,the night we met, and different, implicit thoughts rushed through my mind. Focus Rosina, just focus; you aren't supposed to have some weird sexual thoughts about the man who turned your nightmares into reality. With these thoughts, I composed myself, but it was a bit too late, and I found him already at the door. He glanced at me the last time before ensuring to close the door, slowly behind me. Deep sighs erupted from me the moment the room fell into an undeniable silence, with clouded emotions of what my life would be from now on, as my life is no longer mine but that of a ruthless Mafia Don, whose face and action alone correspond to death at a trivial end. How did I end up in such situations and amid everything? My heart seems to yearn very much for him, and to crown it all, his words were like a velvet of sensation, warming my heart in a more flirtatious way that only sent shivers down my spine. His actions were a sign of my downfall, as they're set to make my heart flush at constant intervals, even when I don't want it. "Grow up, Rosina; you need to think about the darkness surrounding you and not this," I tell myself slowly before finding my way into the room properly, and my eyes outline the various parts of the room. "So dark and scary, and yet my fate is in it—a cage that I wouldn't be able to escape and a life I hadn't planned for myself," I mutter, with the feeling of uncertainty washing through me. I slowly located the light switch, and when I turned it on, I was amazed at the room setting and how everything was well arranged and put in order. No doubt, it was a beautiful sight to behold, and I would be denying it if I said the room wasn't fully and properly arranged to suit my taste. Under his darkness, I guess he still has some soft spots, and he's more considerate than I thought. "Shower before anything else, " I mumbled, and I walked towards the bathroom. The sight before me was magnificent and extremely brain-storming. I didn't expect to see a place well put in place for me. I was lost staring at it for some time before I finally found enough courage to enter the bathroom, and I took a soothing bath, which did help in relaxing me more than I expected. I had to change into something free and easy-going before walking out of the room, not after checking my phone, and there were no texts or calls from my dad, as I had expected him to call me, if not for anything, but at least to know how I am coping in the depths of the darkness he had created for me at his own pace without caring about the life I live or how I would be able to survive this darkness he had created for me. "You are here.I didn't expect you to come, but it's good to have you join us at the dining room," Andrew De Russio's, the youngest brother of the De Russia's brothers, says to me, with his eyes focused on me. I felt so very uneasy, with the way his eyes roamed around me and with the way he's casual with me, as I had expected him to be worse than his brother. "Good to have you here, Rosina Antonia, "he added, with a smile that had curled up on his face. "Thank you, "I mutter before glancing in Lorenzo's De Russia's direction to see that he's only focused on his phone, even in the dining room. "Welcome! The food is ready, and you can dish out anyone you want in the meantime!..." "Here's your new car key and your new driver. Carpo would be responsible for taking you anywhere you would want to go from now on. Everything around you would be superseded only by me and your movement, too,”Lorenzo De Russo says, cutting his brother short. With the car key he had just thrown at me, a very tall, dark, broad-shouldered man appeared immediately. He got his head bowed to the floor, and his face was a bit too frowny. "I don't need another driver, Mr. Lorenzo De'Russo's; I already have one, and I'd also drive myself if I had anywhere to go. I don't need you to choose this for me too when I have a voice of my own. "I tell him, he shouldn't be doing this either, especially after messing heavily with my entire life. I didn't ask why he was on my case, and I had just arrived. "Well, in here, you follow my rules and my orders, and as such, I don't think anyone from the Antonio's would be welcome into my house anymore; there's no chance for any of them, and you're mine now; you'll need the best protection you can." Without a glance at me, he says, and he slowly settles down to his food with his brother, Andrew De Russio, who's suddenly standing to walk out of the room. "I don't think I'll need your driver, and thanks, but no thanks; I don't think I need anything from you since today. "I tell him, and he stops whatever he's doing. His eyes finally were fixed on me, and my heart flushed. "Rosina Antonia, you don't have a say in this, my house, my rules; you stay; you follow every bit of the rules without hesitation, and I wouldn't want you to disobey any. If you don't want to be punished for disobedience," "I don't want..." "My decision is final, and you don't need to question any of this, "he declared, pulsating his actions languidly with his hands in the air, and the so-called Carpo left otherwise. What was this? My life is indeed in great torment, which I wouldn't be able to escape, even if I planned to. I had just arrived, and yet rules had been set down for me, and I had just been forced to make some decisions that I don't agree with, and yet I wouldn't be able to do anything about this. My life is indeed an endless circle of stances.