8 years ago, Alissa left the hospital, alone and with almost nothing. She came home and there was nothing. The killers had taken everything.She sat on the floor, crying, only with the ultrasound photo of her little brother who had still died in her mother’s womb.Alissa walked around the empty house and checked if there was still anything she could take. Not hearing any sound from her parents in the place left her throat tight, however, it was necessary to continue.She went through the rooms to get to hers. Fortunately, there were still some clothes and a gun hidden above the wardrobe.Alissa took her last bath there and cried her loss. The scar on her back was still seen in the mirror. She trembled to remember the torture that had passed there. Really, the best decision would be to leave the place.She came out of the bath and put on an ordinary T-shirt and pants, all the designer clothes had been stolen.And when she closed the door, a part of her closed inside her and another doo
It was a quiet ride home. Aria and Giovanni both felt light and happy. She was looking at a message on her cell phone from Cass, warning about Lorenzo’s birthday today."What do we do now?" the nanny asked her boss.Giovanni was still thoughtful about it, but there were some things he was already sure of."I ask you to continue doing your job as a nanny. The children would not accept anyone else.""I agree. I think we should go slow. I don’t know if they would accept our relationship." Aria said concerned about the reaction of the younger ones."But, I would like to ask you something. Something a little beyond our relationship I can say." Giovanni’s expression became more serious. " I want to give yo
Aria felt Giovanni’s lips in hers first thing in the morning. Somehow, he had entered her room and said something about papers very quickly.Something she could not understand, because he kissed her and did not explain anything. Her boss laid her down on the bed, lowering the strap of her nightgown and kissed her neck, soon approaching her breasts. "Giovanni." She gasped. " Not now. Laura is waiting." Aria laughed. "Right. I’ll wait for you tonight for our date." He smiled ironically. "What date?" she got up, surprised. "I’ll pick you up at 9:00." Giovanni just smiled and left a paper on the desk. "Don’t forget to sign." On leaving, leaving Aria stunned. The mobster answered the phone and heard the information on the other end of the line, had found information about the nanny and he made a bitter expression. Giovanni hoped it wouldn’t affect their relationship.----- Aria sat in the car, wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt. Laura was ready for her first day back at school and she
Giovanni woke up thinking that that would be a good day. Having Aria in his arms and kissing her lips every day was something that made him happy. But minutes after you left that room, everything fell apart.Mateo had just sent him information that his hacker had found about Aria. Giovanni opened the files on the computer and was surprised by what he saw.No wonder he had an intuition about that young woman. She was more involved with the mafia than Giovanni imagined. Actually, it wasn’t Aria but her parents.The mobster sighed. How could he tell her? It was at a time when he was not yet the Mafia Gift. Even so,
Lorenzo and Cassandra had taken a break from work. He was relieved to be able to escape from his father. They were in a bar, right next to the school. It was already 2 hours of work and was still far from over. To everyone’s misfortune. "That’s weird. Your father never talks to you, Lorenzo." Julio said as he bit a sandwich and smeared his mouth with ketchup. "Out of the blue, he picked on me. Maybe he finally regretted it, but now it’s no use anymore." The blond replied with a grudge. He did not understand this sudden concern. "And what does your girlfriend think of that?" Maira asked teasing her. Cassandra crowned with the new title and Maira laughed, finding it cute."Well, maybe you should give it a chance." she replied, smiling at Lorenzo. The young man had a glass of soda and thought about it for a few moments. "Perhaps the old man is doing this only to please your sister, sincerely. Do not expect great things from Giovanni Mancini." "Changing the subject, Mom’s big day
Giovanni was possessed. Aria could tell by the way he held the wheel. And she was right, the boy wanted to drive him crazy."What the hell did he do this time?" He asked himself out loud. " This kid never gave me any trouble, now he seems to be trying to get my attention."Aria watched the man with a curious countenance and only replied:"I think it’s the other way around, I think he doesn’t want to get your attention. After all, it was Cassandra who called us and not Lorenzo.""She never did it. He never gave me any trouble."Giovanni said with his voice altered."I don’t think you ever paid attention." Aria smiled.Giovanni looked at her, embarrassed. Aria was right, he had not paid attention to his children and perhaps this had happened before.-----They arrived at the police station and Lorenzo was in th
The next day, Mateo and Alissa were sitting in front of Giovanni with the information that Mari had given her."Mari worked as a partner of a chief of police in Parma, a city here in northern Italy. He hid important information from the Russian mafia in exchange for money, after all, no one would suspect a police officer from the interior." Alissa began to tell the story that had been passed on to her. "Mari found him dead, poisoned 1 month ago. He died while signing a transfer document from a bank account to his. The account is not known here in Italy. Well, what matters is that for the first time, Mari was able to access his computer and found various information, including Aria’s." Alissa paused to breathe as she joined her two hands above the table." And what does Aria have to do with it? "Giovanni asked, anxious." She was in one of the files. Her, Cassandra and their parents. From what it looks like, they were investigators in the past. We don’t know if they were part of any m
Screams.Smoke.Fire.Blood.Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him.He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time.“Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”“I don't care, Anne. That's your job to sort out. The children have to accept someone. There's no time to deal with them.”“There is one last option, sir, but I think your children's wish is...”“Then bring that last option and don't disturb me any more for today.” He said, turning off his cell phone without even saying goodbye.As the car left its trail of destruction behind, someone woke up gasping in the cold of the night.The images were still fresh in his mind, screams, smoke, fire, blood, death.It all seemed so recent, as if 12 years had not passed.