Ciao Amores,

Forgive me for the late update. Time and time again I've mentioned that I don't like to give y'all just another chapter.

I hope this chapter makes up for the delay.

Here's the Forty-second Installation of Italian Coffee House.

Please

ENJOY XD.

XO,

Ang

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Touring Italy was not something I'd seen in our near future. And yet, here we were in the back seat of a vehicle, on our way to Piazza IV Novembre. It was nothing short of a blessing to be here with her. She could've been hospitalized, or worst. But thank God, Ada was alright and our babies were very much active. Now if that wasn't phenomenal news, then I didn't know what was.

These past few days weren't at all what I had expected. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. Certainly not that we would find ourselves out here. It goes to show that even from a dreadful encounter, something remarkable can form. My life was a testament to that. What's more? Ada and I had the opportunity to build a stronger foundation and strengthen our bond. What better time did we have to seize the moment?

The days wore on since we'd last had any form of communication with our friends and family. Although, I wasn't worried. This attack seemed to extend solely to Ada, and for reasons still not clear to me. If someone had a desire to take Krysta or Tionnè, they had the chance when they'd taken my wife. However, I didn't that was the case.

At the moment, I was more worried about Papa. Given his condition, anything could offset his reality. Even though he'd come so far with Josie's help, he was still fragile. He was Ada's next of kin. The only one left of her bloodline. I don't think she could stomach if something were to happen to him, especially in her absence.

Heck, Papa was the closest thing I had to a paternal influence. Notwithstanding Julian and Danu, of course. However, the fact remains that I wouldn't be able to bear it if something happened to him either. I would have given anything, right then, to know that he was in good health. For both our sakes. Anything, so that Ada could feel safe again, in spite of what had transpired. However, until the threat was eradicated, we were on edge.

In the mean time, courtesy our hosts, we had a vehicle to accommodate our stay in Italy. Demetrius and Ortensia were very generous and had agreed, that until there was no longer threat to Ada's life, we wouldn't make so much as a move without security. Hence, the two men chaperoning us. We had strict guidelines to check-in, on an untraceable phone, which Demetrius had provided. Every hour, on the hour. Until we returned to the Salvatore den.

Currently Michele and Cristian, as Demetrius had referred to them, were taking us through the thoroughfares of the Umbrian region. A scenic route if I ever saw one. The plan was to indulge in the Eurochocolate festival, have dinner at an underground restaurant, catch a gondola ride and maybe even go for stroll. All in all, the idea was to get my wife's mind off of the troubles of late.

My father used to rave about the innumerable prestigious sights and festivals he'd been to. Two things he loved, antiques and chocolates. Exploring Italy would be the perfect blend of both. I would often joke that my and my sister's love for chocolate took root from his side of the family. Krysta used to say, so severe was his love of antiques, that he married our mother. Clearly, I was a terrible influence on her, but I did the best could with what we had.

Our father kept pictures of all the tours he'd been on. From what we could see, he was much younger and more adventurous, than in his advanced years. He purchased a lot of candy from Eurochocolate festivals of his time, even kept some of the bags from his purchases. Inscribed were the names and logos of various stalls around then. Sometimes we looked at them, and reminisced when Krysta couldn't sleep. I'd make us some traditional Cioccolata Calda (Hot Chocolate) and we would watch them until we fell asleep, then I'd wake up and carry my sister back to bed.

Believe it or not, despite my father's obvious fascination with the culture, this was actually my first time sight-seeing. Every time I came to Italy, it was always on business. There wasn't much time for leisure. Now I had the opportunity, though not in the way I would've like it to happen. It was something else entirely that I was able to experience my first time with Ada. She was so incredible. Had he been here, I knew my father would've liked her.

Given recent events, Ada's obvious admiration of the landscape was riveting. She looked so at ease in her long sleeve, hooded, panda cashmere sweater. Paired with light blue bib overalls and hand-stitched leather shoes, she could casually be mistaken for a model. Somehow, she managed to make something so cute look so unbelievably sexy. It was just my luck that we were basically in the open, because it was hard enough keeping my hands to myself.

I had to actively stop my thoughts from running its course, instead running my fingertips along the length of her arm before holding her hand.

"I've never been out of the country before." She squealed before regarding me with one of her most disarming smiles yet.

Caspita! (Heavens!) Ada wasn't much of a big help in that respect. I was trying to be considerate, but Lord knows she was making it that much more difficult.

"I've only ever been here on business." Subconsciously, my thumb rubbed against the smoothe skin of her hand. "I'm glad I get to spend this time with you."

"Me too." She smiled leaning into me to place a kiss on my cheek. "This is just amazing."

"Anything for you," I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss there. "Wait till you see what I have planned."

"If this is any indicator, you'll have my heart by the end of the night Mr. Casimiro." Ada leaned into me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, giggling at my flustered reaction. Suddenly, I felt myself grow hard in my briefs. Again.

Soon, we were entering Piazza IV Novembre where the Eurochocolate festival was in full swing. The street was packed with chocolate lovers of all ages, so much so that it was impossible to move an inch without brushing against someone. I held Ada's hand, and she looped her free arm around mine, as we navigated ardent folks. Michele and Cristiano were right behind us, keeping their eyes open for any possible threats.

Ada tugged on my arm, guiding me to the Cattedrale di San Lorenzo (Cathedral of San Lawrence). We climbed the stairs, footing the clear path around the people sitting there. Continuing along the way, we eventually made it through the side door which overlooked the Fontana Maggiore. Ada moved swiftly, like a woman on a mission.

Crossing the threshold was akin to stepping into the middle ages. I noticed Michele and Cristian, not far behind. She made a beeline for the prie-dieu, focused on her objective. I followed, kneeling beside Ada as she closed her eyes, pouring her heart out in prayer. I agree with my wife, thanking God for reuniting us, that our babies were strong and active. Asking HIM to keep our family and friends was safe back home. That we would enjoy this moment. Secretly, that the threat would be extinguished before we left Italy. She ended the prayer by praising HIS name.

We stood again and I looked at her. Really saw at her, like I was seeing her for the first time. Unconsciously caressing her cheek before guiding her into a hug. She placed her forehead at my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my waist. Dio, amo così tanto questa donna! (God I love this woman!)

It was some time before we were ahead of the streetscape. In various stalls, chocolates ranged from all shapes, size, textures, colors and flavors. I let my wife decide on which she wanted before I asked for an identical bag. The clerk gave Ada hers and I paid the toll before accepting mine. The childlike wonder on her face was absolutely astounding. She stuck her hand in her bag, unraveling one of the chocolates, popping it into her mouth before moaning in pleasure. Mio Dio, come potrò mai sopravvivere? (Dear God, how will I ever survive?)

"Sono diciotto euro (That'll be eighteen euros)." The clerk said from behind his stall.

"Grazie (Thank you)," I greeted, trying my best to paste on a smile. He seemed a little too interested in my wife's reaction to the treat. Fortunately for him, my wife was enjoying herself and I didn't want to make a scene. However, that didn't stop me from leveling him with a stern gaze, as he gave me the change due me and my receipt.

"Nicky, this is really good. Try it!" Ada chimed, oblivious to my exchange with the clerk.

"Ok ok," I chuckled, delving into the bag until I found the one she'd otherwise devoured earlier. I peeled back the thin wrapper before popping it into my mouth as she had. The chocolate was dark and sweet, with a layer of caramel hardened around a hazelnut at the core. She was right. Smiling, I confirmed my reply, "It is."

Ada erupted into a fit of laughter, eclipsed by the buzzing crowd around us. I was confused. Ada would've doubled over if she had that luxury. Instead, her eyes became glazed with unshed tears before she wiped them away.

"What's so funny?" I asked, thrilled to be the source of her laughter. Even if it was at my expense.

"You have chocolate on your teeth." Her response caught me by surprise. Immediately after, I made sure to purchase two bottles of water. All the while she was still laughing at me. As her laughter was contagious, I soon found myself riant as well. After washing my mouth out with some water, I leaned in, drawn to her. Only, instead of placing a real kiss on the mouth, I had to settle for her cheek, as she had swiftly turned her head ninety degrees.

"Ok," I groaned, noting but nonetheless amused by the mischievous twinkle now present in her dazzling brown eyes. "I'm going to have to work for this kiss aren't I?"

"Definitely," She chuckled, securing her arm around mine. We went on to witness a local dance, a chocolate calving and even bought a pair of chocoshoes. Ada was gaga about them. They weighed a lot despite bearing a striking resemblance to baby booties.

By twelve noon, central european time, I initiated a call that was rerouted before the call was connected.

"Siamo apposto. Stiamo per lasciare Piazza IV Novembre per andare a mangiare qualcosa. Stavo pensando di andare da al Ristorante Le Grotte del Funaro. Che, secondo google maps, dovrebbe stare un'ora e quindici minuti se passiamo per SS3bis e SS448. (We're ok. We're about to leave Piazza IV Novembre to get something to eat. I was thinking Restaurant Le Grotte del Funaro. Which by google maps standards, should be seven minutes via SS3bis and SS448.)"

The call didn't last thirty seconds, but ended at my last word. I felt more secure, barring I had already discussed intended destinations privately with Demetrius and Ortensia. At least, they would know our whereabouts God forbid something did happen.

For the second time today, I felt like we were stepping into another world. The restaurant was one of a kind, doused in a medieval ambiance, like something out of the Etruscan era. The homey, undisguised and rustic environment was abuzz with lighthearted chatter. We were seated immediately upon entry at a table for two under the intimate lighting. Michele and Cristian sat in the back, at a table of their own, with ample view of the room. A server came to our table shortly after with a pleasant smile, notepad and pen.

"Salve, benvenuti al ristorante Le Grotte del Funaro. Mi chiamo Tommaso e sarò il vostro cameriere per oggi. Siete pronti per ordinare o volete che passi dopo? (Hello, welcome to Restaurant Le Grotte del Funaro. My name is Thomas and I will be your server this afternoon. Are you ready to order or would you like me to circle back?)" The server greeted.

"Ci dia soltanto un minuto, grazie (Give us a minute, thanks)" When Thomas left I looked at Ada to see her studying the menu. She looked incredibly cute, though baffled as she skimmed the dishes. "We have to brush on your Italian, Mrs. Casimiro."

"Please, tell me about the courses. This menu is giving me a migraine." Ada placed her menu on the table before massaging her temple.

"Ok," I went on to describe the appetizers in great detail. When Ada didn't like how it sounded, she shook her head. If she did like how it sounded, she gave me a thumbs up. By the time Thomas returned we had decided on Tagliatelle egg pasta with wild boar ragù for Ada, Meat ravioloni with white Chianina ragù and slivers of truffle cheese for me, and a thick crust Pizza Rustica. He left with our orders as Ada took my hand.

"This place is incredible. Being here with you feels so surreal." She released my hand a little, lightly tracing the top in invisible shapes.

"It doesn't have to be." I catch her free hand in mine.

"What do you mean?" Ada paused her movements, giving me her undivided attention.

"We could visit more if you like. I mean, not just Italy but the world." My suggestion may seem sudden, but I've been thinking about it for a while now. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and that was all the approval I needed.

"I love you," She removed my hand from the table, guiding it to her face. Her cheek comfortable against the palm of my hand before she placed a kiss near my wrist.

"And I love you," Was my heartfelt reply. Our dishes arrived shortly after.

We raised our glasses of water to the occasion before we indulged in the meals.

Soon after we'd finished our plates, we were on the road again to St. Mark's Square, which we should arrive at by six o'clock central european time, by google maps standards. We settled in for a long journey to the square. Ada rest her head on my shoulder and circled an arm around my waist before I tilted my head to meet hers.

We arrived in St. Mark's Square, Venice at exactly six. I made the call, checking-in and confirming our location. It was quite the view. The towering structures of the St. Mark's Basilica and the Doge Palace, which were a common favorite for tours, sparked my intrigue with it's intricate contours. Around us the square was abuzz with acrivty as families, groups, couples and others basked in its beauty. However, as much as I would've like to explore the square, there was a tight schedule to keep. Exploring the square would be an adventure for another time.

In about five minutes, we made in to the edge of the square and followed directions for the Gondola rides. Eventually, we boarded a gondola with a capacity to hold six, excluding the gondolier. All four of us waited for another couple to commence our journey on the waterways of Grand Canal. Experiencing this majestic ride with my wife, was altogether exhilarating and empyreal. The idea that architecture was well-crafted and had been around for centuries, was just the icing on the cake.

When the Gondola returned to our entry point, the time was about twenty-six minutes to seven. The sun was setting and I thought it might be a nice time for a walk. The earlier buzz had all but died, leaving a starkly different atmosphere. The Venetian wind whipped by with thalassic undertones. We came upon a market that sold anything from apparel and footwear to toiletries. Something caught Ada's attention and she stepped forward, tracing the item. It was formal, mostly golden with hot pink accents, and curved two inch heels. While Ada was busy admiring it, I made a purchase.

"You like them?" I asked her circling my arms around her from behind.

"They're pretty," Ada smiled, her hand touching my arm around her front.

"I can think of someone infinitely more exquisite." I whispered into her ear. She chuckled, leaning her forehead into the edge of my chin. "It's yours Bella."

"What? Nicky, you don't have to spoil me to win my affections." She protested.

"Baby, I want you to have them. Besides, if this gets me brownie points you won't hear me complaining about it." She elbowed me in the side, understanding my meaning.

"Thank you Nicky," The vendor offered her a bag to put them in and she thanked her.

Not long after, we were on our way back to Perugia, observing as the night cloaked the antique structures that lined the streets. It was a sight for sore eyes. Street lamps lit the thoroughfares creating an romantic ambiance. I could hear some classical music adrift in the air, and marveled at how unbelievably perfect today has been. We had to make a habit of indulging ourselves like this. Suddenly, the car jerked to the left ripping me from my thoughts.

A sickening sensation entered my stomach. The car then jerked to the right. I noticed Michele and Cristian fighting in the front while one of them trying to control the steering. Immediately, I hit dial on the phone. Ada was frantic beside me, I held her close to me trying my best to figure out the best course of action. All at once an explosion rang through the air before I realised that Michele had been shot, his body motionless in the front passenger seat. Che Dio ci aiuti (God help us).

*End of Chapter Forty-two*