Amapola Part 2

We slept together even though we had never been so distant, each trapped in our own world, with our own doubts and questions. I almost punched myself when I woke up in the middle of the night and realized I was glued to his body; it was definitely a habit, even if involuntarily my body sought his.
I tried to pull away slowly so as not to wake him, but it was Salvatore Dalla Costa next to me, the man who was always alert even when sleeping, and hearing his voice telling me to stay made me melt a little. I loved this man with all my strength. And even in the morning, when he apologized for his rudeness, I couldn’t resist forgiving him. I had heard about it before, but I had never experienced it, and indeed, make-up sex was wonderful.
I made it clear that we needed to resolve our situation, and he asked for some time, just to communicate with the capos. He would schedule a meeting at the beginning of next week. Although there were still one or two journalists lurking, the security had managed to keep them away, so arriving at the office today was calmer. I was grateful not to see him irritated first thing in the morning.
The day went by, and I focused on answering the millions of emails with requests for statements, photos, and interviews directed at both of us. I barely left my office; I had one since his secretary returned to work. I was responsible for Salvatore's more personal matters, that is, those of the mafia, but today I decided to focus only on our situation.
When I answered the last email around four in the afternoon, I knew Salvatore would be pleased that I had managed to mislead everyone, so I went to his office to share the news. I found his secretary's desk empty, and Amadeu was also missing. I found it strange since there was usually always someone there unless Salvatore had left.
“Miss Amapola,” the woman said as I reached the door to Salvatore’s office.
“I’ve told you not to call me that.”
“But after yesterday…” She shrugged, embarrassed, but clearly aware of the latest news.
“Cut the nonsense, girl. Nothing of this matters; here at the company, I'm as much of an employee as you are, okay?” She smiled at my words, probably thinking I would change dramatically after getting involved with Salvatore. Little did she know I had been with him before coming to work here.
“By the way, you both looked stunning and made a beautiful couple.”
“Thank you,” I whispered with a smile on my lips. “Did Salvatore leave?” I asked, finding the calm unsettling.
“No, miss, he’s in a meeting.”
“Good thing you arrived; I was about to go in and interrupt him, which we both know he doesn’t like, right?” I smiled. “Far from me to irritate the Dalla Costa beast.”
“True, miss.”
“Who is he in the meeting with?” I asked. “Where is Amadeu?”
“He’s with Miss Carbone, and she asked Amadeu to go to her house to get something she forgot that needed to be delivered to the boss,” she said.
“Oh, I see.” An alert flashed in my mind. “Has she been here long?”
“About forty minutes, miss.”
“Amadeu is taking too long, isn’t he? I’ll see if there’s something I can help them with,” I said, deciding to head to Salvatore's office.
It wasn't out of insecurity; I trusted him and knew he would never do anything to hurt me. But when it came to Carlota Carbone, I preferred to be close by; she tried to take him for herself at every opportunity.
“Salvatore?” I called, my heart skipping a beat at the scene unfolding before me.
Salvatore was sitting in his chair, head thrown back in ecstasy while Carlota knelt between his legs, taking his entire member in her mouth. I could clearly see the whole scene through his glass desk. Tears immediately streamed down my face; no matter how strong I was, I couldn’t bear this pain.
“Amapola?” His voice was thick, probably from lust, reaching my ears, and then his eyes turned to the middle of his legs where the woman still held his rigid member between her fingers, wiping the corner of her lips with a smile on her face. “Isn’t it you who…”
Salvatore looked confused, and I don’t know how long it took for me to regain consciousness and turn on my heels, heading for the exit.
“Get out… Amapola.” I heard his voice as I walked briskly toward the door.
“Miss, Mr. Salvatore…” his secretary began, but I stopped her with a wave of my hand.
“Not now, I need to breathe.”
“What happened, Amapola?” Amadeu came to me when he saw my tears.
“Go to Salvatore's office and see for yourself what he and Carlota Carbone were doing,” I said, trying to head in the opposite direction of the man who had just broken my heart. But Amadeu immediately pulled me back, not roughly, but firmly.
“Don’t run, Amapola, that’s not how a mafia woman would act.”
“That’s the problem, Amadeu; I’m not and will never be a mafia woman.”
“You're going in with me, and we’re going to sort this out together.” He didn’t wait for my response and dragged me back into the room. We were at the door, so we still saw when the woman slowly rose from between Salvatore’s legs, and he called my name in a deplorable scene.
“Is he drunk?” Amadeu said, moving toward his boss while I remained frozen on the spot, unable to act.
“He said you didn’t have exclusivity,” Carlota said after standing up, smiling again as she ran her fingers over the corner of her lips, reminding me clearly of what she had just been doing with Salvatore.
“Amapola.” Amadeu’s voice pulled me from my stupor; I looked into his eyes, which conveyed a clear message: “react and get her out of here.”
“Intercom Rico and Fabrizio, ask them to come here immediately,” I said to Salvatore's secretary from the door.
“What is it, dear? Didn’t you like what you saw?” Carlota asked, and I saw Amadeu put Salvatore back in his chair; he could barely keep himself upright.
“Get out of here now!” I growled at her, but I couldn’t hold back, and I grabbed her by the hair.
“As soon as I step out that door, you’ll be dead, Amapola,” Carlota threatened me.
“Well then, let my death sentence be worth it,” I threw her to the ground, slapping her face.
I never imagined I would go through a situation like this, hitting a woman over a man? Salvatore wasn’t just any man; he was my man, the only one I loved. But if he allowed her to be in that position, between his legs, he didn’t deserve me, and she deserved a good slap, and that’s exactly what I did until blood streamed from her lips, and I had Rico pulling me away from her by the waist.