Chapter 201 - Two Hundred And One.

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Isabelle slowly and carefully closed the door giving them their privacy and time to figure things out. She hoped that they did. Allies were important and if found in family, there was nothing better than that.

It was amazing.

Pulling apart Nikita smiled. "I was thinking to coming to you..but Isabelle told me that you were out."

"I am happy that you did. I did do whatever you said." Alexis replied with a sleepish expression, admitting her faults. "And I know I won't be any better from what I am now. I need help. Your help to be exact. You were right, I should have come to you. You knew so much."

"I don't want to gloat." Nikita winced, "but I do know much."

"That's GLOATING." Alexis deadpanned.

"Eh." Nikita simply shrugged in return. "Anyway, are you ready to talk or do you want some more time?" Nokiat smiled a bit. She knew that it was difficult from alexis's point of view. 

This made Alexis stop a little before talking. She was not hesitating but she simply did not know what to talk about or rather where to start from. Where to begin talking with and what to tell Nikita? Alexis was aware of the fact that she could not review everything but it was also necessary to tell Nikita all that happened for her to give their advice that she had.

Yet she knew too much, she could give away a few the moments where she was at her weakest.

Trust was earned but it also went down the drain in the matter of few seconds.

"I don't know what to say.." she honestly revealed. "So much had happened that I have no idea on what to.." she shuddered. "Like..I just don't know.."

"You are confused," Nikita concluded. She looked at the wall as she continued to talk. "There's a fog surrounding everything in your mind. It continues to replay everything that happened and on such a continuous loop that you have no idea on what you think about first when an another one pops up. You have no idea in which direction to go to see, you just simply choose one offered to you and the tragedy of it all is, do you know who offers it to you?"

Alexis had no idea so she shook her head. It all seemed vaguely familiar.

"The ones who are torturing us." She gave a pained smile as she said her next words, "our husbands. Alexis, them. They do it."

Her eyes moved up to the ceiling as she laid on the bed. There was nothing that Alexis wanted to say at the moment everything just seemed to come out in the open.

"It's right here." She muttered, her eyes fixed at one point and not leaving it. "It's always right there and I fail to notice it."

Nikita tsked in agreement. "it is." She muttered as well. "When first I was dealing with all of this, I realised that Silvano was one level above my father. My father was physical. He believed in physical training and I-if I think about it and now I relish it because I knew what he was doing but with him, my husband, I have no idea what's going on."

True. With Ashton and Thomas, she knew whatever doing but with Angelo, it just seemed as if everything was blanketed in a fog and she had nowhere to turn to.

"Nikita I have no idea what to do." A tear slipped out of her ear and disappeared in her hair. "I am afraid no.. I am petrified...don't even know anymore. I have never been a stupid person but I think that when everything is in front of me now. I was always the one to think about things and now. I  just.."

Nikita concluded, "Don't know. and that's what they want."

"Isabelle.."

"..No." Nikita shut her down. "Don't even think about it."

"I.. thought.."

"No, she would never."

Alexis sighed in return. There was no hope? Or once again could she just not see it?

"What do we do now?" Alexis murmured. "I met someone today and the first thing I hear is I look dead inside."

"That's nicer than what I heard. My mother told me that at least my husband stayed in my bed the whole night." With a confused look that Alexis provided her Nikita for the explained. "Most men go one round and then leave for the mistress."

With furrowed brows, she questioned, "But there aren't any mistresses allowed for I know. Angelo said that men do not have mistresses after marriage, they are loyal to the women."

"Most men." She muttered. None of them was in the mood of talking but There was too much to be talked about. "No one bothers to know what is happening inside even the boss. He has to make sure that his men are also happy."

"And mistresses do that?"

"For masculinity, yes. A few things I believe we would never understand." She tsked.

"I want to do something," Alexis confessed. "I just want to do something and tell him I can do anything I want that the power that he gave me."

"You want to challenge him but not bluntly," Nikita concluded.

"Yes, that." Alexis sighed. "something that would just make him there is a fact that I am there and I am powerful and it's all because of him. So that he knows that I am not challenging.. but doing that at the same time."

Nikita laughed. "I believe every wife dreams to do that." She chuckled once more. "Subtle power moves."

"Don't believe in them. It's being a shakedown or not. I don't want to do subtle power moves, those are merely hints." Alexis revealed her thoughts.

"Maybe..you could." Nikita shrugged and continued. "I mean you are the Donna and you have some more liberties than us and you can...pave the way in some way."

Alexis wondered about how this conversation had begun, in screams and threats and how it had them talking in low Voices and heart to heart.

She gasped.

Turning to Nikita with a wild smile on her face, she whispered, "I figured it out."