Marcia had told him that Lucia wanted to see him, he tried avoiding her after the night they spent together, but this time she insisted on meeting him, he couldn't avoid her any longer without making it obvious, he told Marcia to bring her over to his study. He hoped she does not ask him what happened to those guys, he had Amato take care of them. Marcia walked in with Lucia, She looked as pretty as always "Hi", she said. "Hey", they avoided each other's eyes as they spoke, "I left because I ......". "I'm not here for that, I want to know when I can go home", she asked. "oh, hmmm.... is there something you need or...?", he asked, for some reason he didn't want her to leave, ironically as he was the one who suggested renting an apartment for me. "No, I thought about what you said the other day, and you may be right, this life may not be for me, I think I should just go back to my life, I definitely do not want to over stay my welcome". "I don't mind you staying here, I kno
Andretti and Andreo rushed back to the plaza, the made men were not lazing around as usual, everyone was at alert, their founder is here, in five years since Andretti became Capo the godfather had not been to the plaza. They greeted him as he walked past, he was too preoccupied with his thoughts to respond, his grandfather had promised not to interfere with his position as Capo, and he knew his grandfather would not break his promise without reason. He tried so hard to think of what could be wrong, the Mafia business was going on fine, their had found a replacement for Jimmy, they had taken revenge on Jimmy's killers, they had doubled their operations in their territories, he couldn't think of any reason why his grandfather would be here. He Walked into his office with Andreo following behind, his grandfather was sitted on his chair with his bodyguard standing behind, Amato was there as well, the godfather looked as frail as usual. He walked to his grandfather, took his hand and kis
"What do you mean, Andretti", His grandfather asked. Andretti had just blurted words out without thinking, like his grandfather said 'family first', there's no way he would give Lucia to the serpents if she is carrying his great grand child, his first for that matter. "There's no way that's true", Amato said. "I don't think you should doubt the prowess of Agnello men", Andretti said eyeing Amato, for some reason Amato seemed to be so against the whole thing. "You know I will figure out if you are lying Andretti", his grandfather said. "I would not lie about something like this", Andretti lied. "Hmphhh.....this makes everything a lot more complicated". "The serpents would not be happy with this", Amato said. "We just have to figure out how to appease them", Andretti said. "Maybe we can give them some of our territories", Amato suggested. "Hell, no, I have worked too hard to gain those territories to just give them out to the serpents, what are you talking about bro
"what was I thinking?", Lucia asked herself as she laid on her bed, for some reason she thought Andretti would ask her to stay, in all the romance novels she had read, the guy would give a huge romantic speech and ask the girl to stay, but not Andretti. Maybe she had misread his feelings, it's possible he doesn't like her back. That night they had together may not have meant anything, afterall it's just sex, it wasn't a proclamation of love or affection. Now she needs to figure out how she was going to move back to Brooklyn, she would have to put up her family house and properties for sale, she was the only family he had left, so she inherited all the properties he had left. She left the room and was walking down the stairs hoping to meet Gia or Marcia for help with packing her things when she saw him coming up the stairs, with a bouquet of lilies in his hands. They both stopped and looked at each other, Lucia obviously surprised to see him with flowers. "Hi, I got this for y
Lucia still on the floor, thinking about Andretti's proposal with mixed emotions, she was uneasy. She never thought she would get married out of necessity, she had always fantasized about getting married to the love of her life, in the most romantic way possible but this... it felt like she was able to be trapped in a loveless marriage. She stood up, pacing up and down the room, restless, her eyes falls on the bouquet of lilies. He had somehow bought her favorite kind of flowers. At least he admitted he has feelings for her, and he has always been kind of her, but still marriage? But she actually has no choice, she definitely does not want to die or be given off to a Mafia gang, the only option is to marry him, just like he said. There has to be rules, she thought, yeah if she is going to marry him there has to be rules. She walked out of the room looking for Andretti, Andretti was in the kitchen giving instructions to Marcus, when he saw her, he stopped and asked Marcia to excu
He saw the way Lucia's eyes widen in disbelief as she processed the information. "What do you mean get me pregnant?", she asked still shocked. "Okay, it's a bit complicated but Short story is o lied to my grandfather that you are pregnant", he confessed. "You did what?", she asked pulling away from his embrace, "but I'm not pregnant", she continued. "I know, it was just the only way I could get my grandfather off your case", he explained. She scoffed, " by telling him, I'm pregnant?...how do you plan on covering that up cos I'm definitely not going to get pregnant at least not right now". "I know that....we just have to figure out a plan". "you couldn't say something other than I'm pregnant? ", she asked. "I know my grandfather, getting married to you would not change his mind, but if he thinks a child is involved, he will definitely protect the child ". "Ugh, this is ....", Lucia signed in frustration. "Look, I understand that this might be overwhelming, getting married to
Lucia was really excited about her date with Andretti, this would be their first official date. He had Gia and Marcia help her prepare, "Ma'am, let's go to the dressing room", Gia said. Lucia had been in her room wondering about what she was going to wear, she had no idea there was even a dressing room in the house.She followed Gia downstairs into an area that was always empty, but to her surprise it had been transformed. The stunning, velvet-draped dressing area beckoned Lucia to enter, where an array of exquisite gowns awaits her attention. Emerald green, Sapphire blue, and ruby red dresses hung like jewels on the mannequins, each one more breathtaking than the last. A delicate, crystal topped vanity table holding an assortment of makeup and beauty treasures, with brushes, contacts and lipsticks arranged like a colorful, artistic palette. A plush, cushioned stool inviting Lucia to sit and indulge in a pampering session. Andretti behaved like a magician sometimes, she thought, she
As Lucia stepped out the door, Andretti's gaze followed her carefully, taking in every detail, from the sparkle in her eyes to the green dress that fit her perfectly. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his palms grew sweaty, he was smitten, and he knew it. "Wow....", he said when she reached him "Hi, Andretti", She Said. "You... You look breathtaking Lucia, I mean you always do but tonight... you are radiant", He said still mesmerized. "Thank you", she said blushing. "Are you ready?", he asked, stretching his hands to take hers. "Yeah I am",Lucia answered, taking his arms. He walked out of the house with confident strides, his long legs matching Lucia's pace. They walked out the door where the car was waiting for them already. Andretti choose Bella vita, an upscale restaurant in the heart of the city, known for its exquisite cuisine and intimate mania. He chose this place so they can have intimate time with each other. He booked the whole restaurant just so they coul
Two hours after she called him, he came back to the house. "Dr Roberto is close by", he said as he walked up to her. He seemed genuinely worried about her. "It's probably fever", she said, trying to make him less anxious. As they sat in the room, waiting for the doctor, the atmosphere in the room is thick with tension. The quiet ticking of the clock on the wall seems louder, each second stretching out endlessly. Lucia sat on the bedside couch, her legs curled beneath her, her hand resting on her abdomen. The usually plush cushions feel stiff beneath her as if they too are tense with anticipation. She shifted occasionally, unable to find comfort, her face pale, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow.Andretti stood near the window, peering out into the street, his fingers tapping nervously against the glass. The usually calming sound of birds chirping outside goes unnoticed as his mind races. The room felt cold with worry. Every creak of the house settling seems amplified, each sound
It had been days since Andretti's grandfather's birthday, Lucia sat at the kitchen table, staring at her half-eaten breakfast. The smell of toast and coffee, usually so comforting, now made her stomach turn. She pushed the plate away, pressing her fingers to her temples as a dull headache pulsed behind her eyes. Lately, everything had felt off—small waves of nausea in the mornings, a strange fatigue she couldn’t shake, and an odd sense of queasiness at the smell of certain foods. Her hand drifted absentmindedly to her abdomen as she tried to make sense of it. She’d been feeling this way for days, but today it felt more intense. The queasiness hit again, stronger this time, and she quickly stood up, but the sudden motion left her dizzy. She clutched the back of her chair for balance, feeling lightheaded, her heart pounding softly in her chest. Lucia sank back down, eyes wide with a dawning realization. Her period—she hadn’t even thought about it, but now it seemed so obvious. How lon
Andretti could not sleep that night, meeting his Father was unsettling, he should have known he would be there, it was his Father's birthday and his grandfather had no grievances against him, even his brother. They would not understand the hurt he went through as a child. He would not forget what happened when he was Ten, how one day he stood nervously in his father’s private office, he could vividly remember the dark, wood-paneled room filled with heavy furniture and an ever-present haze of cigar smoke. His father sitting behind an imposing oak desk, casually lighting a cigar as he surveys paperwork. The dim lighting casts deep shadows across the room, creating an air of both luxury and menace. Andretti fidgety, his small hands clenched into fists at his sides, his school uniform rumpled from a day that didn’t go well. His heart racing as he prepared to tell his father about what happened at school, his mother knew what had happened earlier told him to go and meet his father, kn
Lucia gently squeezing his hand as they walked to the car ,“You don’t have to pretend, Andretti. I saw how much that rattled you.” Andretti said, his eyes focused ahead, “I said I’m fine, Lucia. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”* Lucia stopped, she tugged his hand to make him face her, “But it is something, Andretti. I could see how much it affected you. You don’t have to carry this on your own.”Andretti stopped ,turning toward her but avoiding her eyes. His breathing was heavy, his mind racing with old memories and anger he thought he’d buried long ago. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.Andretti, his voice pitched lower, more vulnerable “Every time I’m near him… it’s like I’m back in that house, powerless. He knows exactly how to get under my skin.” Lucia answered softly, “He was cruel. What he said… I can’t imagine how many times you’ve heard things like that from him.”“More times than I can count. And it’s not just words, Lucia. It’s the way he’s always
Andretti held Lucia’s hand as they walk down the hallway“You did great, You handled him perfectly.” Lucia smiled nervously, still trying to relax after the intense meeting“He didn’t exactly throw a welcome party, though. Are you sure he’s not disappointed?” Andretti laughing softly said “That’s him being impressed, trust me. If he didn’t like you, he would’ve made some offhand comment about your shoes or your posture. The fact that he asked about the non existent child was a good sign.” Lucia grinning.“Well, I’ll take that as a win, then. I was sure my hands were shaking the whole time, but seriously what are we go to do about the child?” Andretti answered, “ I still have no idea, you did a really good job though i don't think he suspects anything .” Just as they reach the end of the hallway, the sound of a door opening behind them makes Andretti stop abruptly. His grip on Lucia’s hand tightened. "What's wrong?, she asked. Andretti focusing his gaze at the person walking tow
The day had finally come, his grandfather's birthday, his grandfather would finally get to meet with Lucia. The birthday party was taking place at his grandfather's villa, on their drive to the villa he had told Lucia all she needed to know about his grandfather. They got to his grandfather's villa,his grandfather's villa was deep in the Italian country side, the dining room was set up for the birthday dinner. it was a grand and well lit dining room, heavy wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, and the walls are lined with family portraits. The smell of roasted lamb, garlic, and fine wine hangs in the air. At the center of the room was a long, elegant dining table, covered in expensive china, silverware, and fresh flowers. His Grandfather sat at the head of the table as always, his thick white hair slicked back, wearing a dark tailored suit. His deep-set eyes, sharp and calculating, missing nothing as he watched his family gathered to celebrate his 85th birthday. The room was fi
After the surreal moments of them laying in each other's arms had passed, Lucia sat on the edge of Andretti’s desk, her fingers absently tracing the smooth wood beneath her. Her pulse still thrumming from what just happened, but she watched him, the way he’s trying to regain his composure. He’s not the Andretti most people see—the Mafia boss, the man who commands fear with a glance. Here, alone with her, there’s something raw in his eyes, something vulnerable he was trying hard to mask. He leaned back in his chair, the shadows playing across his face. "Lucia, this was... different," he says, his voice quieter than usual. Different. She almost laughed at the word, but she didn't Instead, she lets a small smile curl at the edges of her lips. "Different how?" She knows exactly what he means, but she wants him to say it. His jaw tightened, and she sees him struggling, trying to find the right words. "You know what I mean, I'm starting to realize that my feelings for you would never go
When Andretti looked up and saw Lucia standing in the doorway, his chest tightened. His normally unreadable expression flickered, just for a second, with something primal. She looked like temptation personified, her dress clinging to every curve, catching the light in all the right places. His heart gave a hard, involuntary thud, though outwardly, he remained composed. A low heat surged in his veins, a mix of lust and wariness. He wasn’t used to feeling off balance, but Lucia had a way of igniting something dangerous inside him. His eyes traveled slowly from her legs to the sultry gaze that locked with his, and he could feel the magnetic pull between them. Yet beneath the allure, there was an edge. He knew better than to let his guard down. Desire mixed with a flicker of suspicion, he needed to focus on his work in the plaza. He couldn't quite tell if she was there to seduce him or she had an agenda, or both. That uncertainty thrilled and unsettled him, stirring a primal hunger la
Lucia stood by the large window in her room, staring out at the trees that surrounded the house. The night was silent, save for the soft hum of the wind brushing against the curtains. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the marble floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, her silk robe slipping slightly off her shoulder, but she didn’t bother to fix it. It's been a week since Lucia had seen Andretti, She was told he was busy sorting some things out but he would be back tomorrow for his grandfather's birthday. She was offended that he hadn't reached out of her thorough out, just the usual check ins with Gia to know how she was but they hadn't really talked. Funny how she had all her devices back but they never communicate on the phone she murmured to herself, her voice breaking the stillness. “Andretti is always gone. Always busy with... 'mafia business'.” Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, but she blinked them away, keeping her face strong, as if he could see her