Man and Wife: A new dawn

Life doesn't seem fair enough to an already battered Luca Bonnucci after being a witness to the unfortunate incident involving his wife, which did nothing but to mar him.

Even after being convinced of her death, the fellow takes it his sole purpose to find Isabella and take back what was stolen from him.

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"You screwing randos every now and then won't change a thing" The voice of Ricardo began.

"Funny that's coming from you" I chortled in response.

"She's dead!" He bellowed.

"Don't you dare speak on that again!" I thundered, advancing his way in threatened movements, yet, my friend only remained watching me with all empathy in his gaze, eyes heavy with worry.

"It's been three years" The voice of Ricardo was certain to leave a twinge in my heart.

"Three whole years, Luca. It's time you moved on and find a lady at your side"

"I won't take a rest until I find her" Eyes affixed in the adamant ones of his, I dropped those words, tone strong.

I spun around to fetch another glass of rum, while the voice of Ricardo resumed behind me, the sound of his footsteps drawing even nearer.

"The people from Italia all say the same thing" He uttered.

"There is no news of Bastiano, not a single paper of his whereabouts. He disappeared." He uttered. "You shot him, Luca. He died that night. You very much know so"

"No, he didn't" I interjected, spinning to face the profile of Ricardo. "I know so well he survived. For who then do you think left me with this scar?" I muttered in response, tracing my finger down the scar trailing my neck onto my shoulder blade.

"Isabella's alive" I affirmed. "And I will find her"

"On my life, I swear to bring my wife back" I dropped those words, right before making my way out of the room, leaving the fellow lodged in sheer despair.

WARNING: This story is totally a work of fiction. It is of a mature theme, includes strong sexual content, and an explicit narration of gore scenes and violence.

Reader's discretion is advised!