I HAVE TO TELL HIM

Bianca paced about the length of the lavish bedroom, the sound from her boot was barely audible because of the plush Persian rug. 'Vittorio Morretti's daughter," she said as she laughed a little. That truth pressed on her chest and felt like a Brand. 'This contradicts everything I know and believe in." She murmured.  Isabella lay on the bed, watching her pace about with a smirk. 'You're overthinking this sorellina" she drawled from the bed, twirling a strand of jet-black hair around her finger, that infuriating smirk still playing on her lips.  'Overthinking you say, is that what you really want to describe this as?" She snarled as she stopped walking and faced Isabella directly. 'I've been lied to my whole life… by the people I loved the most. And in the end, I still got betrayed by them. And you have the gall to say I'm overthinking." Isabella's smirk vanished. She sat up slowly, the silk sheets pooling around her waist. 'Not telling you anything is not equivalent to lying to you. I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you anything."  'Ohhh… alright, I hate to break it to you, but you should've told me something. Yes, you should," Bianca tried to remain calm, but the rage in her burnt-hot red could be seen in her eyes. 'You could have told me I was living with the man who killed my mom and had me going from one foster home to another. But no, you didn't…" Bianca could not complete the statement before she was interrupted by Isabella.  Isabella's eyes flashed. 'You think I did not try, you think I did not want to?" She surged off the bed, her voice rising for the first time. Bianca stepped closer, their faces inches apart. 'Did you though? That is what I am asking, did you do it? No, you didn't." Bianca snapped back at her.  Isabella was quiet, and the whole room and, in fact, the whole house were quiet, too. 'It was not up to me to tell you anything, " she finally said.  'Ohhh… Yes, I thought so, he must have had your mouth sealed." Bianca said mockingly. Isabella turned away, running a hand through her hair. "Christ, I need a drink."  The room was thrown into another session of utmost quietness, Bianca continued her pacing and Isabella retreated to the bed, both had their minds on different subjects. Isabella scrolled through her phone, maybe she was texting someone, she alone could tell.  I need to tell Luca," Bianca said, breaking the long silence in the room.  'Why?"  'I need him to know," 'What is your reason, so that he can use it against us?" Isabella snarled getting up from the bed again. 'No." Bianca clenched her fist. 'Because I need him to hear it from me. Not in some back alley taunt during a shootout. Not as leverage in one of your games. He is my fiancé." Isabella studied her for a moment, then sighed. 'Fine, call him." 'No. I am going to meet with him at The Fezallaro Club." Isabella's eyes narrowed. "Alone?" 'Yes alone,"  'No I am coming with," Isabella responded as she grabbed her leather jacket from the coat hanger. 'Call him, tell him we're coming." ******* Bianca's fingers hovered over her phone screen, her thumb tracing Luca's name in her contacts. For a moment, she hesitated. 'This would change everything," she thought to herself. The weight of the truth and the complications therein was too heavy to carry alone anymore, so she pressed the call.   The first ring had barely gone halfway when Luca answered. 'Hello," he said in a low, cautious tone. 'Amore mio," Bianca began while maintaining eye contact with Isabella. 'I need to meet with you." Luca was scared for her, yet cautious. 'Why, has anything happened…"  'Nothing has happened Amore mio, I just need you to be at the Fezallaro club in an hour. We will be waiting for you there."  'Who's we?" Luca asked curtly. 'What about Isabella?" 'She will be there with me. That is why I did we." 'Alright, Isabella and you, alone. No third parties, no security and I will be there,"  Isabella heard this and wanted to say something, but Bianca was faster than she was, and said 'Done. We will be there, alone."