Avaline's Plans
Settled in the car with Avaline, Eleanor and Sidonia and two bodyguards, Zorah wondered if it was overkill when she heard the driver mention to all move forward and a parade of vehicles started to wind through the streets of Rome.
“This is crazy. Do we really need three or four more cars of bodyguards?” she looked behind them.
“Yes,” Avaline nodded vigorously. “Sometimes it’s to protect us but other times it is to protect stupid people who think they can get too close to us and then Dagoberto ends up killing people for breathing my air.”
Zorah blinked at the seriousness of her words, “for breathing your air.”
“Yes. Once there was this man we went to school with. He confessed his affection for me in college but by then I was well and truly besotted with Dagoberto. Every time I ran into the man over the years, he would find a way to corner me and profess his undying devotion. One day, Dagoberto happened to be nearby when the man got too close to me and sniffed me.”
“He sniffed you?” Sidonia asked with a sneer.
“Yes. It was odd.”
“Icaro did it to me. He sniffed me at the church.”
“Men are weird,” Sidonia grumbled.
“They are. Anyway, long story short. The boy from college wasn’t kept away by my security team and so he sniffed me, thus breathing my air, and Dagoberto shot him. Now I keep extra security on hand to keep everyone away.” Avaline waved it off.
“Vodingo punched a guy for trying to dance with me last night. Said he wasn’t going to be a wimp like Icaro letting his wife dance with other men.” Sidonia shot Zorah a glance, “you danced with a lot of men last night.”
“I told Icaro for every man he let me sexy dance with, I’d remove one of his thirty days.”
“He let you?” Avaline gasped. “Really?”
“He not only let me, but he also refused to reduce his self-imposed sentence. He feels this is the best way to show me he is truly sorry for not waiting for me.”
“Dagoberto and I were each other’s firsts,” Avaline said bluntly. “I cannot imagine having to deal with these loose men.”
“It is not easy,” Zorah admitted as she squeezed her hands on her lap. “It is one thing to imagine what he’s done but there are videos on the internet, photos of him naked holding weapons, women coming up to us in clubs and then the woman who wasn’t even his real lover in our honeymoon suite. It feels very much like it is in my face constantly.”
“I wasn’t exposed to much of this,” Sidonia admitted, “because the camera lens seems to be pointed at Icaro more than Vodingo but last night was eye opening for me. Then he expected I should simply accept his half-assed apology.”
Eleanora patted Sidonia’s hand, “do not worry. Mama is going to make it all better for you. We’re going to have a wonderful day bonding and shopping. We will have a wonderful lunch, and Mama is going to give you all the love and attention her daughter deserves.” She touched Sidonia’s cheek softly. “My beautiful new daughter, you are the future of our family, and you are very special. Do not let the foolish son of mine get away with anything short of cherishing you the way you deserve. Make the little worm grovel.”
Avaline giggled at Eleanora’s words, and it was a sound which immediately made Zorah’s smile broaden.
“Eleanora, remember the time we went to the spa and got massages?”
Eleanora’s eyes widened, “oh yes. Do you remember how angry Dagoberto and Calogero were to find out our massage therapists were men?” She made an excited little puff through her nose, “we should book the girls some massages before the men collect us. I think it would be a delightful torment for the pair of them.”
“Wait,” Zorah protested with a hearty shake of her head, “I don’t want a massage from a man. I can barely tolerate Icaro seeing me naked. I have to fake being brave and bold to get in the shower with him around and he is my husband.”
“You have a towel covering all your parts. It’s very professional and not very sexy at all, if I’m honest.” Avaline laughed. “Dagoberto has started massages, and he gets twenty seconds in, and the oil is out the window and I’m not getting my back rubbed any longer. At least in a spa I leave with my muscles relaxed.”
“Icaro would be furious,” she protested.
“Sign me up,” Sidonia was defiant. “That giant oaf tied me to the bed!” she stomped her foot on the floor mat. “He took a shower, Zorah while I was tied to the bed. If it weren’t for Eleanora coming to the door while he was in the shower and having housekeeping unlock the door while I screamed for help, I would still be there.” She leaned forward at Zorah, “I was naked. I met her,” she waved at Eleanora who was laughing at the story, “naked. Would you like to have met Avaline nude?”
“Not particularly, no,” Zorah snorted.
“I want a massage.” Sidonia huffed.
“We’ll get it booked.” Avaline put her finger to Zorah’s lips to stop the protest, “I promise, we will have someone very professional and well trained and if you truly wish, you can leave your undergarments on.”
“Fine.” Zorah looked out the window.
“There is a spa which used to be an old Roman bathhouse from the times the Coliseum was in use. It is underground and very lovely. You will enjoy it.” Avaline was tapping away on her phone. “Now, we will be going to a number of boutiques this morning, Zorah. I want you to do me a favor.”
“Sure.”
“Do not look at the price tag of anything.”
“Um.” She was startled by the question. “What?”
“It has come to my attention your miserly uncle hoarded your monthly payments and has treated you like one of the nuns in the little cloister he’s running back in Rhode Island. We are going to recoup the money which were your support payments since you were an infant from him. Whatever you purchase today is coming straight from the coffers of the puny-dicked little shit who thinks he’s half god. Every time you see something you like today, I want you to purposefully remember it is a giant fuck you to the man who stole from you. Personally, I’d like to see you buy a hundred pair of thong and crotchless panties in his name and send him a photo of them just to tell him he’s never going to get a glimpse of your perfect posterior ever again.”
“Avaline!” Zorah cupped her hand over her mouth in surprise.
“Dagoberto keeps no secrets from me. I know what the supposed man of the cloth did to you. If I had my way, we’d be torturing him from here straight to God’s throne room.”
Somehow Zorah knew this woman was going to the Mama bear she always needed.
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