Busted
The next morning Zorah found herself awaking alone in her bed to the sound of her phone pinging. The alert of a text message made her freeze, and she gingerly reached over for it to check the messages.
A: Good morning sunshine. How would you feel about tomorrow being the day you get to leave and live your own life?
Z: Icaro will set me up on his own. He already offered to let me go. I don’t need your help.
She watched for several seconds as the ellipsis at the bottom of the chat screen ticked like a bomb.
A: Do you actually think he’ll let you go? He’ll never let you go. Lucchesi men keep their chosen brides at their side until death do them part. He won’t let you leave. If he told you he will, he’s lying.
Z: He said I could pick anywhere in the world I want to go, and I can go.
A: He’s lying to you Zorah. Don’t be stupid. You know he’d not going to let you leave.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard and then she typed very carefully.
Z: Maybe I want to stay.
A: Why? You hate him!
Z: I don’t hate him. I hate the situation I’ve found myself in. I also don’t want to leave my friend. She is all I have in this world.
A: What about your family? Your real family? The one you left behind in America.
Z: You don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no family in America.
A: Your mother? Uncle?
Z: You know far too much about me. Who are you?
A: Your savior. Let me help you help yourself.
Z: I’m going to stay. For now, at least. I need to.
A: You’re going to regret your decision.
Z: Regardless, it’s my decision to regret, isn’t it?
A: You’re a fool. I have everything all set for you to leave tomorrow to escape from his pressure and you’re going to ruin everything!
Z: it’s my life to ruin.
Before another word could be exchanged the bedroom door opened and Icaro marched over to her and ripped the phone from her hand. He was typing frantically and Zorah watched as he marched to the balcony and pulled the doors open, looking straight to the sea.
Zorah wanted to follow him, but his posture was intimidating, and his features were fierce. Then she blinked incredulously as Vodingo also stormed into the room, not even acknowledging her in the bed and following Icaro to the balcony.
“There,” Vodingo pointed straight ahead as he used a pair of binoculars. “The yacht with the Spanish flag. High powered lens focused on this direction.” He spoke into a walkie in his hand. “Whoever they are, we’ll get them.”
Icaro came back into the room and shook his phone, “you should have called me the minute the texts started.”
“It was literally two minutes. I would have come to get you, but she only messaged me right now.”
He looked back at the phone, “you told her you wanted to stay?”
“Yes.” She stared at her fingernails nervously. “For now, because you were right last night when you said I wasn’t trying, and I didn’t try, and I don’t want to leave. I love your parents and grandparents, or at least the Lucchesi grandparents and I’m not ready to leave Sidonia.”
“What about me?” Vodingo asked with a wide grin as he leaned against the balcony doors. He lifted the walkie at Icaro’s annoyed glare, “the guys are boarding the yacht as we speak. We’ll get her. No stress. So? What about me? You don’t want to leave me yet either, right?”
“Vodingo, get the fuck out of my bedroom where my wife is sitting in a silk nightgown before I throw you off the balcony, through those doors,” he pointed at the glass behind his friend.
“She’s covered in a blanket! Not like I’m looking anyway.” He ducked away from Icaro’s reach, “come on Zorah. Admit it, you would miss me too. Right? Like you’d miss Dagoberto and Avaline?”
Zorah grunted, “not really. I don’t know you. Other than a lunch or two, we really haven’t sent any time together. I don’t think I’d miss you very much.” She pressed her lips together and regarded his crestfallen expression.
“You do realize my entire life is dedicated to making sure you as the future Donna of this family is safe and protected, right? You should be my other best friend.”
“What do you mean Donna?”
“The female matriarch of our family,” Icaro shrugged. “Currently Mom is Donna, and she took over after my grandparents stepped down. There are no plans for you to be Donna anytime soon. All I want for you to think about is being my wife and frankly, I’m not even going to push you to this either.”
“Your wife is in bed wearing pretty silk and you’re acting like a pussy all worried about her not liking you.” Vodingo slapped him in the back of the head as he moved past Icaro to exit the room. “I’m going over to my villa to wake my wife up with my giant cock.”
“Sex isn’t love, Vodingo,” Zorah called after him.
He paused at the door, “it’s not but it’s a damn good place to start. I read, Zorah. For a man, sex is about the release. I mean we feel the love and emotion but not like a woman does. For a woman though, its connection and intimacy, especially when it’s with someone they care about. The better I take care of my woman’s needs, the more connected spiritually she is to me.” He walked out of the bedroom with his hands up and his face wicked, “I like her being very connected to me.”
“He’s gross.” She grimaced as he disappeared down the hall.
“He’s Vodingo. He is who he is.” He tossed her phone back at her. “Your phone messages for the time being are being cloned by Doris. Once we find out who is trying to convince you to leave the security of the Lucchesi family, you’ll have your privacy back but for now, every incoming and outgoing text is going to be picked up by Doris and reported back to me.”
“You’re angry with me.”
“I’m just pissed off you engaged with her!” he ruffled his hair. “Why? Why even answer her?”
“I don’t know!”
He turned and walked back to the balcony doors and closed them and pulled the blinds again.
“Do you think your men caught whoever was on the boat?”
“We’ll see.” He sighed and then turned to face her again, “you meant what you said about trying?”
She nodded pursing her lips.
“Then how about we have a breakfast date.”
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