Continuation of chapter 1.2

"Finish your scrambled eggs, they had become cold long ago," Lucenzo interrupted Milano's self-chastising with his speech, drawing the plate towards his elder brother. He suspected that Milano also wanted to starve like Veronica. Apparently, young people were very upset over their quarrel, and Milano just swallowed some food, finishing his repast.

"You should rather bring vegetables and eggs to Veronica. Pregnant women shouldn't go hungry, Milano. And you know that, damn it!" Lucenzo told his idle elder brother harshly, however he wasn't even listening to him, his thoughts were somewhere far away from there. Maybe Milano felt ill at ease because of everything that happened? Most likely, Lucenzo didn't fully realize how insane his elder brother was. And only Veronica could change him; to change his way of thinking, his emotions and his affection. To somehow influence his inner world, which needed her care and patience.

"I'm not stupid and not an idiot not to understand it, Lucenzo. But Veronica is so stubborn. You've seen it yourself. I find it difficult to get along with her," Milano replied to his brother, defending his own world from any external emotional interference. After all, Veronica was guided by her heart, and Milano just followed his rational mind. Partially rational, of course.

"So, at the table of Lascatti you blatantly lied that you found a common language with Veronica." Lucenzo was displeased with his brother always saying what people wanted to hear from him, not what he really felt.

Where could his own lies lead Milano? And could he escape from the trap? Hardly, considering a shaky state of his mind, which required professional medical assistance.

Lucenzo was ready to help Milano in everything. In everything that a brother could help, if Milano, of course, would meet his needs.

"At that time we got along with Veronica. But now... I don't know. Lucenzo, you want to say that our quarrel with Veronica was my fault not hers?" He was indignant at Lucenzo's arguments, being sure that he was always and in everything right. He didn't recognize others' views.

Lucenzo gasped at such a conclusion of his native brother. Was Milano really blind to everything concerning love and relationships that brought him not only pain but joy as well? Didn't he see that he was wrong? Maybe it just seemed to Lucenzo that Milano understood everything. After all, he couldn't dig into his brother's soul and understand what he felt. Lucenzo could only rely on his own guesses.

"It's only your fault, Milano. Only yours," Lucenzo replied, trying not to put pressure on his brother. He was afraid that Milano's impulsion would reach a critical level again. "Veronica wanted to leave you thinking that you decided to get back at her by sleeping with another woman. Anyway, she refused you, and I know that no woman did it to you before. Are you bothered by this?"

"Maybe..." Milano muttered, moving his glance to the window. The sun almost set over the horizon and a silver moon appeared on the sky. Milano felt as lonely as that moon hanging on the heavenly tent. In his opinion, nobody understood and would never understand him. He had his own dark world, and entrance to it was strictly forbidden. Even for the relatives and people close to him.

"Listen to me, Milano. Veronica is very sensitive now because she is bearing your child. Be patient to her," Lucenzo advised him with kindness.

"And what should I say to her? She's so moody now!" Milano sensed that Lucenzo was right, but he didn't know what to do. He was like a little child who still couldn't walk. There was no place for strong feelings in his world. Milano thought that he was long dead to them. But it turned out that he was not.

"Say that you love her. She will forgive you... Women forgive men everything, I know it for sure." Lucenzo smiled, remembering how quickly Francesca forgot their quarrel. He loved and adored his Italian girl even more for that.

"I don't love Veronica. I don't. How many times should I repeat, Lucenzo!?" Milano barked, jumping up from his seat. Persistency of Lucenzo in his moral beliefs often annoyed him. It irritated even more than Veronica's stubbornness.

"All right, go, stubborn ram!" Lucenzo finally gave up, not wanting to argue with his brother. He had to choose another tactic of battle with Milano's demons. "I'm going to Fra, I should help her with the house repair. She paints the walls all alone, she needs a male hand."

"Sure, go ahead." Milano replied blankly, leaving the kitchen.

Lucenzo sadly looked in the back of his elder brother. He wished to help Milano; he wanted to take over at least some part of his emotional pain, but apparently it wasn't in his power. Maybe it would require more efforts to uncover the soul of his brother.

Having said goodbye to Milano, Lucenzo soon left to Francesca. He promised that he would come home only the next day, because he would be busy night and day. Francesca was busy round the clock, and he hated to sit at home and think that she worked her fingers to the bone. He had to help her instead of idling.

Having taken a little rest on the sofa and read interesting news about Roman cultural life, Milano decided to go upstairs. He heard water running in the bathroom on the second floor and quickly came up to the door, opening it. He saw that Veronica was enjoying the jacuzzi and his heart quailed. He remembered what the doctor told him a few days ago.

"Fück, Nicky! What are you doing!?" He yelled at her aloud.

Veronica immediately jumped up, not knowing why that wild and uncontrollable by anyone Demon bawled at her?

"And what do you think I'm doing, Milano? And please, stop screaming!" Veronica broke out.

"Pregnant women are not allowed to sit in hot water. A miscarriage can happen." Milano grabbed her by the hand, quickly taking the girl out of the water. He was shocked by the fact that Veronica didn't think about the consequences of taking a hot bath. But, maybe, he shouldn't reprove her? Probably the girl didn't know anything about it. Because the doctors didn't talk to her personally while examining her in Pisa, because she was unconscious.

"Oh my God!" Veronica was horrified, wrapping her body with her long arms and shaking a little from the tension. She couldn't even imagine that hot bath was forbidden for pregnant women.

"Do you really want to get away from me, so that's why you wanted to get rid of the baby?" Milano flared up, looking at the reaction of Veronica with suspicion.

"Damn it, Milano! Stop trying to accuse me for what I didn't do!"

"It's difficult to believe," he snapped, still tormenting her with his suspicions.

"Trust me or get out of here!" the girl demanded with sharpness in her voice, wishing to leave the bathroom as soon as possible. She had no more power to speak with Milano, who had really pissed her off today. She wanted to have rest from his society.

"Didn't you really want a miscarriage?" Milano asked Veronica incredulously, moving his gaze from her face to her body.

"Of course not..." Tears appeared in Veronica's eyes again, realizing that the strength of her beliefs didn't influence Milano at all. He still couldn't trust her. What could she do?

"Cara, don't cry. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I believe you." Seeing tears in her eyes, Milano gently wiped them with his index fingers, wanting to calm his Amazon down.

"Get out of here, I beg you." Veronica asked him. She wanted to stay alone with herself at least for half an hour. But Milano was adamant, as usual. He didn't let her go, warming her hands in his palms.

"Will you let me sit alone or not, Demon?" Veronica sighed heavily, while he continued to stroke her skin.

"I wouldn't. I should keep the company to my Angel." Milano began to kiss her fingers, looking at his Amazon frowningly and expecting obedience from her. Veronica just slowly came out of the bath, hiding her full breasts and intimate place with her palms.

"Why do you shy away from me? What childishness?" Milano snorted, watching Veronica casting her eyes down and not looking at him. Veronica was still a prude, despite of the fact that they often practiced sex together. She was still an Angel in her soul.

Although, the modesty of Veronica didn't scare Milano at all, the desire to lick all the water drops streaming down her legs increasingly grew in him.

"Take it. Wrap yourself up." He ordered Veronica, handing her a towel. When Veronica obediently executed his order, Milano gently lifted her in his arms like a caring husband and carried to the third floor.

"You didn't eat." Milano was a bit angry, placing his beautiful girl on the bed and thinking how to prepare her something to eat.

"Some food is left in the pan. Please, bring it to me." Veronica gently asked him, patting his hand wearily.

Having gone downstairs and taken everything out of the kitchen, Milano soon brought dinner to his goddess. He gently fed her with a spoon, and that Milano's behavior amused and pleased Veronica very much. She loved when Milano showed his tenderness and concern. She loved when he ceased to be a Demon.

After finishing her dinner to the last crumb and being fully satiated, she lied down and covered herself with a blanket.

"It would be wonderful if you sleep." Italian advised her.

"And can you just sleep? You have a ravenous sexual appetite." Veronica mocked at his past intimate life.

"I can." Milano chuckled in response to her catch, hastily undressing himself in front of Veronica and climbing into the bed. He widely spread his arms, waiting for Veronica to gently cling to him.

But for some reason she hesitated.

"Are you sure you wouldn't molest me?" Veronica wondered, perhaps knowing the answer to her favourite question.

"I won't, my little candy." Milano smiled, moving closer to his Amazon and proving with his behavior that he wouldn't go that far.

And soon Veronica saw it for herself. An hour later she was already sleeping in Milano's arms, while he was whispering gentle words in Italian into her silky hair. When the heat finally tired him out, Milano fell asleep quietly, tightly embracing Veronica and seeing sweet and bright dreams.

Their next day was full of hope.

The next day starting with a clean slate.

The next day discovering something new.

The next day.

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Author's Note: 1800 words

Copyright © OlgaGOA

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Guys, this is was the end of chapter 1.

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