For the second time that day Bianca wanted to smack the shit out of Tony. How many revelations could she deal with today? First she learned that he, for all intents and purposes, was a mob boss. Then she learned that he was a killer, and the look in his eyes when he said 'yes' was cold. It was like he didn't care that he had taken lives. Bianca was floored by all the news, and she didn't have a clue as to how she was going to handle this.
Bianca had to admit to herself that she did love him, but at the same time she didn't know if she could handle this. She had been though so much already. She was just getting over some of her issues, and now this was replacing the ones she was over and adding to the issues she still had.
Tony watched as Bianca paced back and forth in front of him. He watched as it seemed like she was having a conversation with herself; a heated one. Tony wanted to say something but the moment he went to open his mouth she would give him this look; a look that said shut fuck up. So he just watched her and he had to say he liked what he saw. He liked seeing her mad. He had never seen her mad before.
Bianca had looked back at Tony when he wanted say something, if looks could kill right now he would be deader than a doornail. Then it hit her full force, everything started to sink in, and she had to take a seat. Bianca sat down and put her face in the palms of her hands. She sat that way for a little while until felt the couch dip beside her. Anthony leaned over and pulled her hands away from her face, and spoke while he held her hands to insure that he wouldn't be slapped again.
"Bianca, I will not lie to you. I know it seems soon, but I love you and I won't lie to you any longer. I didn't want to lie to you in the first place. To be honest I was about to tell you, but my father showed up. I didn't think they caught up to me already. I'm sorry...please tell me you understand... please forgive me."
Tony had never pleaded before in his life, but this seemed like the right time to start.
Bianca felt a sense of pleasure when he said that he loved her. No one had ever told her they loved her before; not even her own mother. So when she heard those words she wanted to accept his apology, but wanting to and actually accepting were two different things.
"Anthony, I...I love you too." Bianca said in a whisper. "But I don't think I can accept this. You have murdered people, and you sit here and say this without any remorse. What am I suppose to think? I could have handled it if was just the mob boss thing, and the other illegal things, but murder? I don't think so."
Bianca snatched her arms away from him and stood up. She looked down at his face, and wanted to take back what she had said because of the crushed look on his face. Bianca felt the tears flow down her face, and she took a step back as Anthony stood up. It seemed like in that instant Anthony Strong ceased to exist. Antonio Marcato Jr. had taken his place. The crushed look on his face had disappeared, and a cold calculating look replaced it. It seemed as if the man that she had known had been a facade and this man was who he truly was.
"Okay Bianca, if that is how you feel. I guess that is how it is going to be then."
Antonio looked at her for a moment then walked toward her and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was rough and not what she was used to with him, but she couldn't deny that she did feel that particular spark in her panties. Then she pulled away; she knew that breaking this off was the right thing to do.
"I really do love you." Tony said just before he walked out her front door, and her life.
One Month Later
Anthony looked out the tented window, watching Bianca take the stairs up to her home. It had been so long since he had seen her up close and personal; since he had talked to her. He wanted to hold her, taste her, and make her feel like she was the only woman in the world. But it seemed as if his spying would be the only way he could even see her. He had called and left her message after message, but she never answered or returned any of his calls.
He missed her, and he intended to have her again. Tony knew that it would be harder than ever now, because he had given in and taken over. The only good thing about it was that he saw his mother more often, and he wasn't running any more. Tony's father had been happy when he had decided to take over the business. It would never cease to amaze him, that no matter what, his father got his way. He had to admit though, it wasn't that bad. This is what he had be born to do and it showed when ever he did business. Now all he had to do was convince his woman to come back to him and everything would be good.
Bianca wondered if Anthony thought she didn't know he was following her. She had known since the moment he started doing so. Bianca, a paranoid person by nature, always paid attention to her surroundings. She knew that he had men follow her when she walked some where alone. They were hard to miss. Everywhere she went she saw the heavily tented Mercedes Benz.
If she didn't know he meant well she would have been scared as hell. But she knew he would never hurt her. Bianca thought about him often, well he made sure of that he left he at least three messages a day. He would send her flowers and candy. Bianca just didn't know what to do.
By the looks of things he had taken back his old role in life. He was a mob boss for heavens sake. Bianca just didn't know how she would be able to let him back in her life knowing that he had killed people and that he was good at it. She didn't know if her love stretched that far.
Another month had went by and Anthony was still keeping tabs on Bianca, but he would stop soon. He had given her enough time and space, it was time that he stepped up and reclaimed his woman. Tony had never been one not to put everything into what he wanted, and now would not be the time to start. Bianca was the woman for him and he knew it and it was time she knew it as well.
Anthony watched as Bianca walked down to her car, and it looked as if she was doing that thing where she talked to herself, like giving herself a pep talk. He followed her as she pulled onto the freeway, and realized where ever she was going it was not somewhere she went often.
They drove for another thirty minutes before they reached a prominent suburb. All the houses were nice and big, but modest. He watched to see what street she turned on, then doubled back ten minutes later. The house that her car was parked in front was the one that stood out the most on the block. It just said look at me. He wondered whose house it was.
Bianca knew that this day was going to be stressful. Her father had called and asked if she would come visit him and her mother, because she hadn't been in awhile. She told him yes, but what she really to say was no. She didn't want to deal with her mothers' criticism right now.
Bianca was not the same person that she was the last time she saw her mother, and she was liable to say something she had been wanting to say for years. Bianca hoped her mother would be a little less critical today, but she doubted it. She took a deep breath before she knocked on her parents door, and let it out as her father opened the door.
"Bianca, I am so glad you made it. I was beginning think that you wouldn't make it." her father said as he pulled her into a hug.
Her father could only show her love if her mother wasn't around, or her mother would go into a diatribe about how he was spoiling Bianca by giving her a hug. Like he used to spoil her by giving her and extra roll at dinner or a piece of candy afterward. While everyone would be eating dessert Bianca wouldn't be allowed because she was too fat. According to her mother that is.
"Dad, you knew I was coming. I haven't seen you in awhile." Bianca hugging her father back.
"OOOH, you haven't seen HIM in awhile, but what about your mother Bianca?" her mother asked as she walked into the front room. "I haven't seen either one of you in a while, is what I meant." Bianca lied.
"What ever young lady, so have you found a man that wants you yet?" her Mother went right for the jugular.
"Look Dad....." her words were cut off by a knock at the door.
Anthony had used his wi-fi GPS to find out whose house it was, and he figured what better way to get her back than to get her family to like him, and from what she had told him he knew that she needed support. So he knocked on the door, and he hoped she played along.
