Inizio (COMPLETED)

30. Lost

Samantha left and so had the gardeners. A mans head peered around the wall. "Hey Zhara, we can come back in. They're...done," said Mr. Fiorentino's guard. I nodded while taking my last gulp of water and followed him out the kitchen..

When he opened the doors to the dining room, my eyes instantly grew. The mess that lay before me was indescribable. The chair Marco once sat in was flipped. The plates were on the ground and a few maids were picking up the spilled grapes. Wine was dripping off the edge of the long table and onto the dark oak floor. The leg of a chair was laying across the table, it's splints spread about on the remaining plates.

"Dove sono tutti?" (Translation: where's everyone)

The maid that was carefully dabbing the wine off the floor, so as to not soak it in, looked up at the guard who'd spoken.

"Sono nelle loro stanze, signore," she said. (Translation: They're in their rooms, sir)

He nodded a reply and motioned for me to follow him. The long hallway held pantings of Italian monuments and famous aristocrats. My eye caught a large painting at the end of the hallway. It held a detailed drawing of the Fiorentino emblem. We made a right which led to a large foyer. There, I saw the front doors we'd come in from. There were two sets of stairs. They didn't spiral up but they did curve, giving the room an elegant and classy look. Sort of like a ballroom.

I followed the guard up the stairs and around the left corner. The wood was dark up here as well, the walls a creamy tone. Large brown doors with gold door knobs lines the walls every few feet. I heard arguing in one of the doors as we walked past.

Ms. Fiorentino.

She was screaming but her voice was overcome with a choke and I heard her cry. I picked up my pace and tried not to imagine how she felt. But I couldn't help it. Imagine finding out your husband of so many decades had an illegitimate child. The fact that Marco and Cane were similar in age only meant that he'd cheated on her when they were married.

Poor her.

I saw Stephan and Jessicas guards standing at their door, speaking quietly. Natalias guard wasn't too far from them. In his hand he still held his book, reading as if the events of earlier and the tension filtrating from every room never happened.

My face almost met the sturdy back of the guard I was following. I stopped just in time and he turned to face me.

"This is Marco Florentino's room. You are to stay outside unless asked personally by him to come in. Understood?" I nodded, noticing his condescending tone. I tried not to read too much into it as I assumed my position.

He started walking away and thats when I remembered something.

"Uh, excuse me," he turned to face me, annoyed.

"The names Tony," he stated.

"Ah, yes. Tony, is there anyway I can," I pointed to my attire. His eyes glanced down my body. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.

"Uh-um you can't leave your position once you're in it. If Marco Fiorentino wants you to change, he'll give you authorization. Until then; stand guard. Do you have your arm?" I nodded and patted the gun beneath my dress.

"Good," he said. He gave me one last shameful glance and turned to walk away. Not fast enough for me to see his cheeks burn up. I blushed too aware of how exposed my body was. It was not work appropriate, for one. I shuffled uncomfortably.

A few minutes after Tony'd left, I turned impatiently and softly knocked on the door. There was no response. I knocked again, this time calling Marco's name, but not too loudly. Still no response.