Vincenzo and Martina smiled as they walked out of the villa, stealing glances at each other. Roberto stared outside the car window, his jaw knotted in rage and hatred as he watched them. “I told her to stay away from him.” He said.
Martina smirked as she stared at the car she assumed Roberto was in. "Which of the cars are you going with?" she inquired of Vincenzo. "That," Vincenzo said, looking at the cars. He indicated the one next to Roberto's.
"I'd love to ride in your car with you." I am trying to avoid Roberto as much as I can.”
Vincenzo shook his head as he stared at the automobile Roberto was driving. "I believe you should enter his." You couldn't come with me because he wouldn't let you."
Martina was about to respond, when they saw Roberto wind down the window. "You two are wasting my time." "Martina, come here right now."
Martina sighed and turned to face Vincenzo. "Talk about the devil," he murmured with a faint smile.
She walked over to Roberto's car, shaking her head. She stepped to the other side of the door and opened it. She climbed inside the car and shut the door behind her. Vincenzo followed suit, and they were on their way in no time.
“What did I tell you about Vincenzo?” Roberto inquired, his gaze fixed on the road. Martina snorted and turned to stare out the window. "I have no idea." She told a lie.
Roberto took her hand in his and drew her close to him. "Don't pull any pranks on me!" I told you to stay away from him and you are going to do that.”
Martina stared at him with disbelief, her breathing labored. "What makes you think I should avoid him?" Hun? Please tell me. Why? Do you no longer have faith in your personal assistant? Or you're afraid he'll want my body as well!" She spat.
"I'm not going to answer any of your questions!" If you want to live, stay away from him, okay? "This is my final warning!" He let go of her hand and barked. Bruno, who was driving, could not stop wondering what was going on as he observed them fight in the interior mirror. “Why should she stay away from Vincenzo? Has he done something wrong?” He pondered his thoughts.
"I'm hungry." Martina let out a sigh, and Roberto locked his gaze on her.
Martina yelled as he remained silent and turned away. "I said I was hungry!" "I'm hungry!"
"We're not going to be able to stop here!" okay? When we go to Mexico, you'll be able to eat." Her eyes widened as he responded.
“What?! When I get to Mexico? I can’t wait until then! I'm going to a party with you, and you're not willing to feed me? Do you want me to make you seem bad during the party? Because that's what I'm great at." She screamed angrily.
Roberto gulped and let out a disappointed groan. He despised it when she screamed so loudly. "Stop by the next unique restaurant," he said, looking at Bruno. For a few minutes, we'll take a break."
"All OK, Sir." Bruno replied.
“Great.” Martina grinned.
*
After about thirty minutes, they got to the restaurant, and Bruno exited. He dashed up to Roberto's seat and pulled open the door. Roberto walked out the door, his dark shades on, and his tuxedo buttoned. He stylishly waited for Martina to alight too. Martina needed assistance climbing down, so Bruno offered her his hand.
"Thank you very much, Bruno." She took his hand in hers and elevated her dress to avoid stepping on it.
He kept holding his hand as she marveled at the beauty of the restaurant. “You can let her go now.” Roberto murmured, his gaze fixed on them. Bruno let go of Martina's hand and lowered his head. She moved magnificently to the restaurant's door, her dress still lifted, her amazing hips swaying as she walked. Roberto took a deep breath and averted his gaze. Vincenzo approached them and stared at her as well.
“Mr. Roberto, We can purchase snacks to eat while on the move. We have more than six hours to go to Mexico from here, and we're already running out of time." Vincenzo stated.
"Don't waste your time. We should be able to go to Mexico faster now that we are using helicopters. I'm not interested in eating street food. You are free to wait outside; we will be finished in a few minutes." Roberto said as he walked into the restaurant.
Vincenzo sighed and turned to face Bruno. He took a step closer to him and took his hand in his. “How is it now? I apologize for not asking when I saw you the other time."
"You don't have to apologize, Vincenzo," Bruno said with a smile. Thank you for assisting me with the wound the other day, the pain is gone now. "All I need now is for the cut to heal."
Vincenzo raised his head and returned his gaze to the restaurant.
"May I ask you a question?" Bruno inquired, his gaze fixed on him.
“Sure, tell me,” Vincenzo replied, his gaze falling on him.
"Did you have a brawl with Roberto?"
After hearing Bruno's question, Vincenzo furrowed his brows. “Brawl?” Bruno nodded as he folded his arms. “Of course, not. Why would I even consider fighting Roberto? "Dude, I'm not tired of living." He scoffed as he spoke. "Can you tell me why you're asking?"
Bruno sighed and averted his gaze. “Well, I don’t know if I should be telling you this, but Mr. Roberto told Martina to stay away from you.”
"Did he say Martina should stay away from me?" Why would he say that?” Vincenzo became perplexed.
"I have no idea, Vincenzo, which is why I'm asking." They had another argument in the car, and it was about her not obeying to his of her staying away from you.”
“Wow.” Vincenzo's brows furrowed. "I didn't expect that."
“No, you didn’t.” Vincenzo sighed in response to Bruno's response. "I'm not sure what I did." Vincenzo further said.
"Perhaps it's not about you." Maybe it’s Mr. Roberto.” Bruno responded.
“What do you mean?”
"Have you noticed how gentle he is now with her?" She just told him she was hungry, and now we're standing in front of a restaurant..." Bruno looked at Vincenzo, and Vincenzo shrugged.
“So?”
"Stop acting like a fool. "I believe he has feelings for her."
“What?!”