"So when are you telling him?" A week had gone since the Mugello Grand Prix, a week since Biaggai had offered them the job. From now on the Tailor and Alessia would officelly be Max Biaggi's personal tailors. This ment freedom for Alessia, freedom for her family that could stay together in the midst of their crazy lives, only obstacles ahead would be pitching the idea to Valentino.

"He'll be back from the park in a minute."

"Are you nervous?" Alicia asks. Alessia called her friend for some consultancy.

"Yes. but I feel like I shouldn't be, this is good news isn't it?"

"Yes and don't let him make you believe otherwise."

Alessia's heart pauses as she hears keys turn. "He is here! Got to go..." she hangs up.

Alessia's smile is braude, too braude, seeing Valentino step through the door, Esmeralda in his arms.

"Hey babe." Esmeralda is released to do as she please, as Valentino joins Alessia on the couch.

She stops him when he goes to reach for the remote.

"Wow." He smirks, raising his hands in innocence.

"No TV." She smiles.

Curious he raises an eyebrow, "No TV?"

She shakes her head.

He looks over his shoulder, Esmeralda is out of sight.

"Vale!" She suddenly gasps. Valentino's hand slipped underneath her skirt.

"She is playing in her room, it's okay." He said, his voice hoarse.

Alessia's hand is too shaky when she tries to remove Valentino's eager hand, he had caught her by surprise.

"Vale wait!" She moans, throwing her head back with sudden pleasure. She stays conscious until Valentino's wet lips go to latch themselves on to her neck, that's when it all goes dark.

Coming down from the high of their hot minute on the couch, Alessia gets back to business.

"I wanted to tell you something." She says, still breathless.

"What?" He smirks, stretching his worn out fingers.

"I've gotten a new job?"

His reaction was as expected. "Lessy." He sighs. "I told you that you don't have to work so much anymore."

She waves her hands in protest, "It's the same job, just a different task."

"What do you mean?" Valentino stretches for the remote and turns on the TV.

She notices his distraction, but is determined to go on.

"Last week this customer came in and asked to have a suit made for him."

"Mhm.." He mumbles, eyes on the TV.

"He was very pleased with the tailor and I, so he offered us the job as his personal tailor's."

Valentino taps her on her thigh, eyes still on the TV, "That sounds great babe, good job."

Alessia exhales disappointed. "The job is gonna require a bit more traveling for me and the tailor, not all the time, only if the customer needs us."

"Like traveling to Florence?" He mumbles.

"Could be, or wherever Max Biaggi choses for us to go."

It was like a scene taken out of a scary movie. Valentino pausing in front of the TV, then slowly turning to look at Alessia, questioning if he even heard her right. The denial when he shakes his head in disbelief and finally it hitting him all at once.

"Wait a minute, did you say Max Biaggi?" Like a rocket Valentino is shot up to his feet.

Alessia bites her lip.

"The Max Biaggi?"

"He came to the shop during the race weekend in Mugello and...."

"Alessia you've got to be kidding me!" He shouts.

She can't help but to jump in fear.

"I know but listen, this could be good for us..."

"Good for us!" He spits. "How the hell could this possibly be good for us, how did he even find out where you work? Does he know about us? What did he want?"

Valentino is angrily passing back and forth not giving Alessia a chance to answer his questions.

"If you sit down I can explain."

Valentino doesn't sit, however the passing back and forth stops. "Go ahead, explain."

She ignores the harshness in his voice, "Biaggi had trouble with his suit so he asked us to fix it, knowing Fernado was the best tailor in town...."

For some reason Valeninto chuckles at her words.

"He had been jumping from tailor to tailor, but none of them could get it right, however last week after fixing his suit, he offered us the job.

Valentino shrugs his shoulders "And you said yes, just like that?"

"Vale you don't understand, I did this for us..."

"No Alessia you don't understand, this is Max Biaggi we're talking about, the same guy that almost ran me off the track the other day, didn't you think about how this would make me feel."

"I did, but like I said, I did this for us, you, me and Esmeralda, this way we could be together more."

"Alessia you were the one who said that you didn't want to come to my races in the first place and how come you didn't ask me for the job?"

She sighs, "Vale don't you get it, working for Biaggi, people won't know about us and Esmeralda could still have a normal life."

He waves her words away. Valentino catches his head as if she is causing him pain.

"Who cares if people know about us, we'll make sure that Esmeralda has a normal life, I'll protect her."

Alessia walks over to the kitchen stool where he is seated, head buried in his hands.

"I know you would. She begins stroking his hair, planting a kiss on top of his head. "But it wouldn't be the same, It just wouldn't."

"But Max Biaggi of all people." He looks at her, his face invaded by dussins of questioning wrinkles.

"Please think about it?"

Valentino recognises the angst in her voice and brings her hands to each side of his cheeks. He sighs, "Lessy you are gonna drive me insane."

She leaned down and kissed his lips. Valentino's eyes remain closed as they part.

"What's new?" She smiles.