Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 67

"Oana," I answered. She is the only one with whom I have a full understanding, and besides, she's very good in bed." I smiled.

"Do you think Gert will come?" Claudio asked.

"Gert will come. He has no connection with any girls. He's coming to spend time with us," I answered.

"Did you know that Luciana is due very shortly," Elia said.

"I suggest that we don't bring up this topic at all. Nobody is happy about the matter, certainly not his wife Giulia, his daughter Rosanna or his sister Matilda," I said.

"Who is in on the secret?" Elia asked.

"I think all of us," I replied.

"How can you be so sure that Fabrizio is the father? Was she not with the Turk for part of the time," Elia asked in an angry voice.

"It is impossible to know for sure, so let's not make an issue of it. After all, she isn't making demands on any of us," I answered.

"That's all we need, for her to make demands. She stole Fabrizio's money and now she should make demands?" Elia commented angrily.

"Elia, she didn't steal the money," I said. "He gave it to her. He loved her and knew that she was pregnant, so he gave her the money. He committed suicide because he couldn't cope with life. Please, I beg you to stop talking about it and not to make an issue of it."

Elia remained silent, trying to digest what I said. He ordered another espresso in order to relax and to give himself some time to think.

Claudio tried to change the subject.

When I was away on my frequent business trips, she would almost always move in to Paola's apartment because she disliked being alone at home.

My jewelry workshop was barely surviving. Although sales were good, the expenses were so high that sometimes the jewelry was sold at a loss just to raise cash to pay the salaries of the employees, rent, and the taxes that were always paid late.

I had the feeling that everything depended on me, and the moment they couldn't bring in orders the business would fold. These feelings and the heavy responsibility were nearly too much for me to bear and beyond my mental strength. I tried to reduce the staff and produce fewer goods, but the manager wouldn't allow me to do so, and claimed that those were orders he had received from my father; my father whose mind was far from being lucid.

My goal of being in Romania for Oana or for any other girl has now become secondary and unimportant: I was now focusing on expanding my business in Romania, to find bargains, buy them, renovate them and rent them out. To make money!.

Dorina was very good at that. She had a shrewd business mind. Oana was straight and correct, but she lacked business acumen, and couldn't distinguish one location from another, a good location from a bad one. She didn't know the "ins and outs" of that kind of business. I realized that I still needed Dorina.

When I told my friends that I was planning a trip to Bucharest, Claudio asked to meet with me before I left. We arranged to meet at the gas station at the east entrance of Arezzo, on the road leading to Madonna di Mezzastrada, where he still lives since his childhood.