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A Second Chance CHAPTER 28
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,Antonio Dante's pov, It had been a week since I was told that my father was in the Mafia. I had remained in my room all week even after my mother convinced me to accept my life and my fate. I refused to accept it. But deep down I knew it wasn't a choice. It was an update to the pieces of information delivered to me all my life and all I had to do was to suck it up like I did with the others. I had acquired a better understanding on my own in my room. Why my father had insisted on training lessons. Why we had to exercise… Why there were guards everywhere? It finally made sense. Mafia people do stuff like that. I couldn't believe there were multiples of them. The world was a dangerous place to live. Lisa hadn't come to visit since and I was starting to worry about her. I had texted her and she had barely replied. There was a knock on my door and I opened it to a guard who bowed in front of me. “Your father wants to meet you,” he delivered. “Tell him I'm coming.”
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FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,Antonio Dante's pov,"We have adoption," I repeated my statement like I had won a jackpot. “We can adopt an already grown kid. We can-”“Stop Antonio!” My father suddenly yelled and I flinched at his voice. “If we had the opportunity to adopt, immediately you said you didn't want to be a part of this, we would have had adoption papers running!”My heart sank. Not because my light was dulled and my hope crushed but because he had made me feel like an option. Someone who could be tossed away if I was not of any importance to him. He was breathing hard. But my heart was beating in my ears. My mother had gone to comfort him. Instead of me.It was a business deal. Right from the start. “You are the one and only legitimate heir to this business. If you don't inherit. Our business is gone just like that,” he snapped. My head was bowed in thoughts, oblivious of my surroundings. “We need you. All our ancestors' hard work and money was put into this. We can't let it go t
A Second Chance CHAPTER 30
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,Antonio Dante's pov,“Guards!”“Come and take him,” I heard. A uniform match of boots flashed before my eyes instantly. I was fading in and out of consciousness. “No honey, what are you doing?”“He wants me to act like one of the bad guys. Fine, I will be the bad guy.”“You can't possibly-”“He has to learn how to show some respect.”“I wasn't wrong,” I muttered, trying to focus on their faces. “My baby,” my mother whispered but making exactly no attempt to help me in my situation. I was wrong. So fucking wrong. Tears pierced my eyes. I was so betrayed. “None of you are good,” I whispered, smiling bitterly. “Not any one of you.”The thumping had stopped and now all I felt were hands on my upper arms. “Please Don, I beg of you.” Through my hazed vision, I could see the shape my mother had formed with her hands. She was begging. To my dad. For him to let me go.“How pathetic,” I commented. I didn't care if she was trying to do a favour for me. She was still one
A Second Chance CHAPTER 31
Stella Romilly's pov,I was in my car and I was driving my car to my house to be. Bella had called me to inform me that my house was ready and that I had to collect documents regarding the house and sign them. Also, to collect the keys to my house. I hoped that this would be a fresh start for me. I had closed my heart. Opened it only to freedom. As things were going, I wanted to forget him. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. So I tried to push back the memories we had. I wished I was like him. To move on that quickly. But then I thought I was too emotional. It had been a month and some days and it still felt like yesterday. Oh, how I hated this feeling.This house would be a new welcomed home. I will stay here and treat it like my home. I will sleep in every room and fill the void in my heart.. Hopefully with material things. I killed my engine and stepped out of the car. I was immediately met with the thriving vibrance of the room. What a beautiful sight. I was awed again and aga
A Second Chance CHAPTER 32
Stella Romilly's pov,“Foolish foolish me,” I muttered as I scrambled out of my seat and moved to arrange my mess. I picked a few pens, papers… I saved the cards for the last but as I was picking the cards, my eyes caught a business identity card. It was at one far end. A little bit far away from me. Almost under the side table. I went to pick it up and bring it closer for a proper look.Bella GoodyTherapist.ID no. :12395670Email: bellagoody@gmail.comShe was a therapist, I thought. There was a shadow under my breath. Under my tone. And it was screaming inaudible words in my ears but I couldn't decipher what words they were let alone the meaning. “Hey, I'm sorry. I'm back,” Her joyful voice brought me down to reality and I hurried to put the rest of the things in the bag before facing her.“I hope you are done Miss,” Her distant steps became sharper and louder. “Oh yeah,” I unintentionally shouted and scrambled the rest of the things into the bag, trying my best to rearrange it
A Second Chance CHAPTER 33
Stella Romilly's pov,I was back in my hotel and humming different tunes while I packed my stuff. A fresh start. A fresh start. For me. I kept repeating these words in my head. I called Ken to come and pick me up. I closed my luggage and left it at the doorstep to check if I had taken everything. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Ken stuck his head out before deciding to come in fully. He spotted the cases and picked them up. “I will be right downstairs,” I said, brushing my hair to make sure it stood in place. “Yes madam,”He was out the door. I picked up my keys and looked in the mirror for the last time. A fresh start. “You are doing well Stella,” I told myself in the mirror and patted my back. I egressed the room. I walked my way downstairs and left the hotel key with the receptionist. She smiled at me, putting my key in place. “Bye, madam. Have a great day.”“Thank you.”The driver was waiting for me when. I came out. He opened the door for me and l
A Second Chance CHAPTER 34
Stella Romilly's pov,Michael was the first to catch my eyes when I entered the place. Dark hair. Green eyes. Beautiful. His eyes lit up and I beamed at him. “Hey Stella!”“Michael!”I thrived the thrusting bodies towards his side. The familiar loud music blared in my ears. “Good to see you!”I yelled over the music. “You too!” he yelled. he was wearing his uniform. A suit coat and a tie. A white shirt underneath barely covering the lean muscles he had. He had an empty tray in his hand as he led me towards the bar. I sat on the high chair. He whispered something into a fellow's ear. The fellow looked at me. Smiled and nodded repeatedly.He whispered back with a pat and then Michael gave the tray to him. He shot me a wink and I threw him a confused gaze. “You are so attractive!” He made a big love sign with his hand before vanishing in the crowd. I looked at my dress for the third time today and raised an eyebrow.“What?” I laughed, confused. “Don't mind him,” Michael laughed
A Second Chance CHAPTER 35
Stella Romilly's pov,PastI watched as the police rushed up to me. A policewoman moved the quickest. I watched her tag dangle in front of her left breast as she had me in focus. The policewoman bent down in front of me-the contact of her knees to the floor sounded like crushing rocks, and asked politely. The cold wind blew her hair to her side and blushed her plump cheeks. I stared at the plump woman. They had received a cue that my father had abused me. Just by one look, I was sure people would have thought I was severely dehydrated and starved. My lips lacked moisture and my hair moved in thin waves, barely upholding the impact of the chill wind. The policewoman steadied herself, considering her words carefully. “Darling,” she caught my attention.Very carefully.“Do you happen to know where your father is?” she asked. As if talking to a child who might run away at the slightest provocation of sound.My head shook. Not in denial. But in fear. “What are you going to do to him?
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FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,Antonio Dante's pov,After a few days in the care center, I was sent to my room. It was fair to say that I was still traumatized. I could barely eat. I couldn't talk. I kept looking at the floor convincing myself that it wasn't blood laced.That no blood was here and I was safe. Safe. I stared at the clock when the short hand hit twelve in the morning then twelve in the afternoon then twelve the next morning. I refused to leave the bed not quite familiar with the environment around me now. That my mother and father were this brutal. I hated my father now. And I was sure I was starting to hate my mother too. Today was different. I was lying on the bed as usual and staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing. A knock interrupted my blankness and I turned to stare at the door. Who could it be? My mum? Or dad? They hadn't come to see me ever since I entered my room which made my hatred justifiable. "Who is it?" I called over forgetting my door was soundproof. My voice
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Stella Romilly's pov,"Hi," my voice croaked poorly, and even worse my voice was too small to reach her ears. Probably. I saw her. I saw her. Her gaze was low. Too low."Beer for Miss," she settled the beer bottle on the table and then a side glance. Her eyes were locked onto mine. I froze. I couldn't feel my face. Her non-existent wrinkles deepened. I tried again."Hi," I cleared my throat. She was the first to break eye contact. Her gaze fixed on something in particular for some reason. Then her eyes rolled around."I will take my leave now," her smile was so forced, I could tell she knew I knew it was forced. She came into view now, sharp and clear. I could see her tears jungle in her eyes as she poised herself. Her hair served as a shield and she turned away from me."Samantha," I whispered. It's been days, weeks, months, years. Times have passed since I met her. and while I should be feeling the dread of meeting her. All I felt was relief: relief and excitement.I stood up from
A Second Chance CHAPTER 47
Stella Romilly's pov,Samantha, Samantha.Samantha, I'm so sorry. I wasn't in my right mind.Of course, you were!You were in your fucking right mind!I swear I never intended for this to happen but- A pause.I'm sorry Samantha.You are a bitch Stella! You are a fucking bitch. I will never forgive you.Listen to me, Samantha. Shut the fuck up! You. All of you! You all are!You all are fucking liars! Big fucking liars! I swear Samantha.Stop lying Stella. I beg of you. You did this. Don't convince me otherwise.It's not what it looks like.Then what? What do you think it is? What do you expect me to believe? That you are holding a knife because you want to? That you are fucking holding a gun because you want to? Tell me. I don't want to... Samantha, I just-Cut that bull shit Stella!It's all because of you! I didn't kill-Yes, you did. Are you blind?I said I didn't! Don't you get it? Fuck you, Stella. Spare me those damn lies. Spare me.Spare me.Spare the fuck me, Stella!
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Antonio Dante's pov,"I never knew you could show your face here Antonio.""Given all the disgrace you have had to face.""So pitiful. I pity you."I sat at a table in the center of the living room with Marco on my opposite side.I studied his eyes and facial features which were becoming more prominent as he grew. He was becoming more resemblable.Light hair. Dark eyes. I turned to Lisa who hadn't said anything throughout my meetings but still held her face strong and passive like How any mafia would."Don't waste your pity on me, Marco.""And why should I not?"My eyeballs switched to his face, eyeing him momentarily. His black suit was adapted to his arrogant posture and his mask, long gone...I considered him for a while before putting both my hands on the table and giving him my full attention."Why should you not?" I repeated."How about because I just don't like it?"He squinted his face in disapproval."Not enough.""Because I can kill you?""Not a chance.""I have footage of y
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Antonio Dante's pov,We descended the staircase painted pink by light, glasses of champagne in our hands. We had arrived in the rooms with many people. Supposably Mafia leaders. We took off our masks."You're welcome Dante," a voice boomed throughout the crowd and I immediately knew it was.Light brown hair. Dark eyesLucius.Leader of The Marcos.A person I knew so well. A person I was so shocked to find out he was related. Well, not anymore."I see you haven't changed a bit Marco," I noted, sipping my wine."How can I?" he phased.I watched as he approached me. Parcafi had an astonished look on his face. I spotted Genovese who was sitting at one corner enjoying the scene."I thought maybe. Just maybe your wife's death might have saddened you," I waited to see a change in his expression but his face was solid, a constant smile lingered.He tilted his head towards me"And I see you've divorced your loving wife who can barely cope with your absence." It struck my heart deep and despit
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Antonio Dante's pov,FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,My head wouldn't stop spinning. My voice seemed to rise octaves high as I watched those lifeless eyes stare back at me. I didn't know how or when I stumbled and fell on one of the bodies. Darkness consumed me thereafter. “Antonio! Antonio!”My mother's sounds became distant and faded. And I was moving further away from her into the black world. —---“Is he awake?”“Give me a few minutes.”“Calm down.”I heard voices but I couldn't decipher who it belonged to. There was a slight ringing in my ear. My eyes were blurry and as much as I tried to open them to see clearly, they wouldn't.So I decided to use my voice instead. I made a slight hum and hoped it was loud enough. It was.Two faces sprang up from opposite sides of me.“Oh gracious, he's awake!"“He's awake!”One blonde on my right. The other brunette on my left. I instantly recognized them.The brown and blue eyes were starting to come into focus.I moved on the bed, trying to adjust m
A Second Chance CHAPTER 43
Antonio Dante's pov,Mafia is taking your time. Mafia is smart. Mafia is about being calculative. Mafia is chess. It is about selling drugs. Selling weapons. Getting debts. And most of all, fighting your enemy. An enemy is made when he poses a fight to demolish you. No mafia wants a competing mafia. No mafia wants another mafia. A Mafia wants to be the one and only. We get rich this way. In the underworld. While we keep a clean surface on top. A nobody surface. I broke the nobody on the surface rule of conduct. I'd become a billionaire on the surface and a billionaire in the underworld. And I was yet to see the person who would point it out for me. Mafia is NOT a game. And once you are in it, you can't escape. And if you want to, We kill you. But that's not all. We all have our superiors. In particular situations like Blackmail War Money The safe way out if you don't want any of these is alliance. Alliance. By marriage Sacrifice Ch
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Stella Romilly's pov,Past.I stood there while I listened to my mom’s scolding. Telling me I messed everything up.“I'm sorry to intervene but she was abused.”My teacher stretched the last part ‘abused’ to hint to my mother that it was a problem. But my mother was far from listening to her. “Go.”She grabbed my hand.“Go tell them you were lying.”“That you hurt yourself.”“Go tell them,” She was about to lead me to what I would presume was the police station when my teacher fully intervened. “No. She isn't going anywhere,” she said sternly grabbing my other hand and pulling it back. “Your child has been abused and the offender has been put behind bars. I don't know why you keep telling her to lie but I won't tolerate you traumatizing her any further.”Flower blossomed in my heart and I felt full. I had never experienced this kind of love from my teacher. Was this what they called motherly love?It was nice. My mother turned towards my teacher and stared at her deep into her s
A Second Chance CHAPTER 41
Antonio Dante's pov. FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,There was a knock that interrupted my thoughts. From atop the staircases, there was shuffling of chains. Clinking of metals. A loud noise that could be heard even from the basement I thought was soundproof. A pair of blue eyes peeked, her dark brown hair falling behind. My mother. “Antonio?”No answer. I just sat there, stunned by how long she took to see me. “Antonio, are you there?”The window had cast a shadow on me camouflaging me completely.“Ant-”“I'm here.”She jumped, startled. I saw her clear her throat as a way of composing herself before gently making her way inside. “Took you long enough huh?” I muttered. She closed the door and opened it immediately. Her face scrunched up as she shakily descended scanning around. “I'm sorry Antonio. Your father won't let me see yo- goodness what's that smell?”She looked into the darkness as she placed her hands over her nose tightly, contemplating whether she should breathe. I couldn't
