A Proposal From The Italian Count. Lucy Gordon
once more at the memory of Vittorio trying to pay her off to assuage his family’s guilt. But had she been too hasty? Had she let her temper get the better of her once again?
Vivid in her mind was the memory of her father’s suffering. He’d tried to put on a brave face for her sake, but he hadn’t always been able to manage it. Often she had found him in tears. He’d smiled and reassured her, but over time she had come to understand the problems. Her heart had broken for him. She had become his comforter, intent on giving him some kind of happiness.
But the last year of her father’s life had been the saddest she had ever known. She still wept when she remembered his suffering.
Vittorio thought money was the answer to everything!
And yet she knew there was another reason for her rage. When she remembered how her hopes of winning Vittorio’s feelings had risen, and then been smashed to the ground, she felt capable of murder.
He had just been playing a game until he had what suited him. He hadn’t spared a thought as to what it was doing to her.
So accept the money, said a voice in her head. He offered you a million—more than a million with interest.
Because he thought it would put right what his father had done. If he wasn’t such a heartless monster he’d know that nothing could ever make it right.
What would her father have done? If he were still alive it would be so different. Then of course they would have accepted the money. It would have been his due. But now he was gone would it be right for her to accept it on his behalf?
She closed the laptop and went back to bed. At last she managed to nod off, sinking into a deep and dreamless sleep.
* * *
Vittorio’s night had also been troubled. He’d fallen asleep easily, but found his dreams haunted by Jackie’s contempt until they were practically nightmares that woke him in a cold sweat.
He rose out of bed. He had no desire to go back to sleep lest the alarming female return to torment him. Day was breaking and he felt the need of a fresh air. Dressing hastily, he went downstairs and out into the street.
His thoughts were full of the promise he’d made to his beloved father. Come what might he had to make this right—for everyone’s sake.
Almost at once the shop came in sight. It was time for it to be open, so he went closer and looked through the glass door, but he could see no sign of anyone. Moving quietly, he opened the door and slipped inside. At once he heard the sound of voices coming from deep within. One was Jackie’s, and the other he recognised as the weasely boss who had appeared during his first visit. His voice was raised in annoyance.
‘Jackie, you’re mad. You should have got all you could out of the Count and then invested in this place. I could do with some money to cover the debts. You could have helped me out and you just turned it down? How could you be so stupid?’
She replied in a voice filled with rage that reminded Vittorio of the way she’d spoken to him with equal fury during last night.
‘You think I should have taken his money and used it for your convenience?’ she raged at Rik. ‘I’m not that stupid.’
Vittorio stepped a little closer, careful to keep out of sight but wanting to hear everything.
‘You just can’t recognise reality when it’s under your nose,’ came Rik’s reply. ‘You had the chance of a fortune. You could have taken it. But perhaps your fantasies are fixed on something else.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘It’s him, isn’t it? You refused his money because you’re hoping for a better offer! You think you can lure him into marriage, but you’re wasting your time. A man like that wouldn’t marry you in a million years.’
‘And I wouldn’t marry him in a million years. He’s cold—and arrogant enough to think that money can solve anything.’
Vittorio made a wry face. A wise man would have slipped away at this moment, but he didn’t feel wise. He felt as though Jackie had seized him and was holding him at her mercy in whirls of confusion.
‘It can solve a great deal,’ he heard Rik say. ‘It could pay a lot of my debts—many of which are your fault.’
‘How can you say that?’
‘If you did a better job this shop would be doing well, instead of sinking into debt.’
‘The shop was in a bad way when my father sold it to you. That’s how you got it so cheap. I heard you—beating him down on the price when he was too weak to fight you.’
‘Don’t try to blame me for your father’s failings. Luckily it’s not too late. You’ve still got time to find this Italian Count and tell him you’ll take the money.’
‘You think I’d—? You’re mad.’
‘I’m telling you to do it.’
‘And I’m telling you to go to hell.’
‘I warn you, Jackie, you’re walking a very fine line. Perhaps I’d better see him myself—’
‘Perhaps you should,’ Vittorio said, stepping out so that they could see him.
Rik noticed him first, and the shock on his face alerted Jackie, so that she looked behind her, also appalled at the discovery.
Rik assumed a severe manner. ‘We have business to discuss,’ he said.
‘The only business we have is for you to listen to what I have to say,’ Vittorio said bluntly. ‘For you—not a penny.’
‘But you have a debt to pay,’ Rik squealed.
‘Not to you.’
‘Jackie, tell him,’ Rik whined. ‘Tell him he’s got to pay you what he owes you.’
Jackie looked intently at Vittorio, but did not speak.
‘Do it now,’ Rik snapped. ‘Let me hear you say it.’
‘I have nothing to say,’ she replied coldly. ‘The Count’s debt is impossible to repay.’ She met Vittorio’s gaze and said emphatically, ‘Ever!’
Rik looked from one to the other, scowling.
‘So that’s it,’ he raged. ‘You two are in this together. As soon as I’m out of earshot you’ll take the money and cut me out.’
‘You can’t be cut out because you were never in,’ Jackie said fiercely. ‘You bought this business fair and square, and any debts are now your responsibility. Besides, I will never take a penny of his money.’
‘You’re insane!’ Rik seethed. ‘What kind of fool turns down that sort of money? Well, if money’s of no importance to you then you won’t be needing this job. Or the accommodation I’ve provided for you. You’re fired. I’ll give you one hour to clear out your stuff from upstairs.’
Rik stormed out, pausing at the front door.
‘One hour!’ he yelled. ‘I mean it.’
Then he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
Vittorio turned swiftly to Jackie. ‘Good riddance.’ he said. ‘Forget him. He isn’t worth bothering with.’
Jackie was shaken, but determined to maintain her dignity. ‘How long were you there, listening?’
‘I came to see you and arrived just as you were telling him what had happened.’
‘I never meant to tell him, but he made me so angry that I said it to knock the smile off his face. I could have strangled him.’ She gave a bitter laugh. ‘I’d have enjoyed that.’
‘Don’t worry. He’s bound to give you another excuse. He’s a pig, Jackie, and you’re better off