Amara's POV It was difficult ignoring the fact that Dee no longer cared about me like he used too. He wasn't interested in my health and he rarely coerced me to have my bath. Even when he came into the room and saw me quiet, he'd ignored me and picked whatever he wanted and left. I shouldn't have been affected by his nonchalance but I was. I pretended that I didn't notice anything and minded my business. The only thing my heart craved for was leaving his house. I hadn't thought about where I would go if I eventually escaped but I didn't care though it was risky. Being without a husband in the mafia world meant exposing yourself to all kinds of hurt. And it would be worse for me, since people knew that I belonged to Luciano. I smirked, remembering that he wasn't just looking for me because he loved me but also to redeem his pride and save his face from the other Capos that wouldn't keep their mouth shut. He came into the room with a tray, and my n
Amara's POV I stared at the mirror, observing the minor changes in my body. I had gotten more round than before which was as a result of my pregnancy. The red dress I was asked to wear fit tightly to my skin. Dee wanted me out of the room to somewhere I didn't know so he asked me to dress up nicely. I was surprised that he allowed me to do everything on my own, unlike the last time that Mariam was around to make me feel like a piece of shit. I did my make-up to the best of my ability and I was happy that it came out fine. Using makeup wasn't my thing because I never had the time to look good. Everyone around me regarded me as a worthless person and since I didn't care, I gave them a show with my quirky dressing. When I still picked pockets, I had to wear baggy pants so that there would be enough space for me to keep the money I had stolen. "Are you ready?" Dee asked, staring at me warily while I watched his movements through the mirro
Amara's POV I stared at him indignantly waiting for him to hit me or push me like he would have done but he surprised me by doing nothing. I was even more surprised when I saw his scary expression turn sad, making me wonder what was going on with him. "No one loves me," He complained again, while I was irritated that he whined like a child. If the boss acted like him then the enemies would have destroyed us a long time ago. He had forgotten that love wasn't what he needed. For him to achieve anything as one of the mafia mobs, he had to earn respect from his equals and that couldn't happen if he continued to show weakness. "Who doesn't love you?" I asked to show concern. "My family," He replied and I rolled my eyes while he didn't watch. "You don't earn love, Dee. You have to fight for it. In our world, men don't care about love. What they need is to be fea
Amara's POV The time ticked slowly and even now it was just five in the evening. I hadn't seen Dee since his confession yesterday evening then he brought me dinner at night and I barely managed to eat it. Not like he considered it a confession, to him saying that he killed my parents was to instill fear in me. I had stifled a yawn severally but it didn't stop the tiredness from sinking in. My body was cold and I was also very hungry. Since Dee didn't bring me food and had me locked in the room, no one else could try even if they wanted to. The only person that might have cared about me was Mariam, but I hadn't seen her in a while and I hoped that Dee hadn't killed her or sent her away. Memories of the argument I had with Luciano the day Obinna sent me the video of my parents murder flooded my mind. I had only one wish and that was to see Luciano again even if it was just for a minute. It took me getting kidnapped and facing torture to realize that he wasn't as bad as I thought he
Luciano's POV I sat on my armchair, staring at Obinna while he talked non stop. Though I had other issues, watching him interact with Gio and the other men helped to distract me. "Amara is carrying my child. Are you aware?" I asked and he stared at me with his eyes widened in surprise. "Congratulations, bro. You know, in my country, Nigeria, you aren't considered a man until you have children of your own. And once some of us realizes that our wives are incapable of turning our sperm into children, we find a mistress or take a second wife," He lectured me while I massaged my temples. Fuck! I want to kill this man. I imagined how cheating on Amara would make her feel and I shook the thought off my head. I had already decided not to hurt her so cheating was not an option. It was very important that every mafioso had an heir that would taken over his position either as a capo, a consiglier or an underboss. Though I had Gio, people didn't consi
Luciano's POV He looked away from gaze and stared at his feet but I didn't allow his scared demeanour to discourage me from interrogating him. "How did you get the link, Gio?" My voice came out more sternly than I wanted. "I don't know, dad. I haven't checked the link yet," He said, then opened his laptop and brought it to me. He scrolled to the message containing the link and shrugged. I asked him to click on it and he did and we discovered that Jordan was the sender. I smirked. Dee was being a proud jerk and he didn't realise that he was losing people's loyalty to him. I tried to reflect on what would have caused Jordan to release something the link to Dee's camera. It was nothing else but jealousy. Since Dee had Amara, Jordan couldn't control his anger toward Dee for making him look like a fool so he did this in revenge. Though I wasn't there in his house to confirm the truth, I knew that I was right.********** I was still under t
Luciano's POV Raul drove into the premise of the school and then floored the engine. Gabriel was the first to leave the car, then I followed suit and scrutinized the building quietly. I had to make sure that we weren't going to be ambushed thereby causing a scene during the event. Massimo was still lurking around so I had to be careful or I wouldn't be able to protect my loved ones. I took a glance at Gio who looked charming and handsome in his three piece beige suit that fit like a second skin. His hair had been styled in a comb-over which gave him a matured look. "Are you ready, son?" I asked and he nodded, squaring his shoulders confidently. He looked happier than I had seen him in days. After our conversation that night, he became more jovial and became a constant presence in my life. He also got more interested in my business which gladdened my heart. Things were finally falling in place but it wouldn't be perfect until Amara
Luciano's POV Loud gasps sounded from every corner while the young girls chanted that she shouldn't waste time in accepting him, even the teachers weren't left behind. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Gio," She said joyfully and Gio gave her a flower that I couldn't tell where he got it from. They both embraced each other tightly then he brought her to me, the both of them beaming with smiles. "You've finally got yourself a girlfriend, huh?" I teased him and he chuckled. "Dad, this is Babra, " He introduced her to me formally then turned to Babra and held her waist. "Honey, this is my father. The man I love the most in the whole world," Babra smiled shyly and hugged me. I patted her briefly and released myself from her hug as I wasn't used to holding people apart from Amara and Shuri. "It's nice to meet the girl who captured my son's heart," I said and she replied the same. She fiddled with her hands just like Amara and I mad
EpilogueLuciano's POV I tossed on my shirt and stood up from the bed. While heading for the door, I wondered what good news Dante talked about. Presently, I didn't believe that good things could happen to me with how the events were turning out slowly. My life was already a wreck and I felt that nothing else could make it worse. "What's the news?" I asked tiredly, not even sparing him a glance as we made our way to the office. Discussing with my workers wasn't something I did in my bedroom. I felt that it was too private, and I didn't want anyone to feel special just because we conversed in my chambers. "I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me. "Dante, I don't want to imagine that you made me leave the comfort of my bedroom just so you could show me how nervous you can be," I barked and he shook his head in disagreement. My patience was waning and I was ready to unleash my pent up anger on him if he wasted my time. "Dee has woken up from coma b
Luciano's POV Arianna's smile was still imprinted in my mind, leaving me to ponder on why she was acting like a good person. I guessed that it was the help I rendered towards her, but I couldn't help but doubt her intention towards my son and I. Immediately we were done with the party, I headed for Amara's room to check on her hoping that she would be feeling better already. I knocked on the wooden door and got in after hearing her muffled reply. Walking in to meet her taking a gulp of orange juice from her cup had me smiling. Her eyes scrutinized me with a strange calmness then lowered towards what I had in my hands.A polythene bag which had a plate in it. I brought fruit salad for her since it had a good taste and it was nice for pregnant women. "What are you doing here?" She asked when I was done being searched. "I came to see you since you refused to attend Gio's birthday," I queried and narrowed my eyes expecting an apology but her nonchalant look threw me off balance. "Ho
Luciano's POV The house was bubbling with excitement. It was Gio's birthday and not only was he celebrating a new age, he was going to be inducted into the mafia as a Made man fully. The latter part of the celebration didn't sit well with me because I didn't want him to have anything to with the Familia. It was just too dangerous and I wanted everything to end with me. I took a stroll around the hall to be sure that everything was in place. Though I was sure that Raul had done a good job, I still didn't feel comfortable just sitting around and making people do things for me. Different kinds of aroma hit my nostrils from makeshift kitchen near the hall where the party would take place. I was almost tempted to enter the kitchen and serve myself some food. I was disrupted from my stroll by a shrill cry that sounded from the hallway. I casted a glance at the direction of the noise and I found Shuri running away from Gio. "Be careful!" I let out a warning when Shuri almost tripped, b
Luciano's POV A knock sounded on my door immediately I dropped my phone on the wooden table and sat on the executive chair. It was another day, which meant that I had been given the opportunity to right my wrongs. "Come in," I ordered using my boss' tone. Things were slowly returning back to normal and I didn't expect any retaliation from Massimo's men. They were like sheeps without a shepherd and if he was truly dead, then I'd have to take over his territory. Gio sauntered into my office with a smile plastered on his lips. "What do you want?" My voice came out harshly, though I intended that it sounded nice and warm.He didn't care because his smile only widened. "I like the new father I'm seeing. I wish you'll continue to be like this and nothing will go wrong,"I shrugged in uncertainty. Gio was happy and I knew that Shuri felt the same way. I only hoped that I wouldn't mess things up later. "What will you do with Amara and Shuri?" He asked. "I'm still thinking about that. A
Luciano's POV For the first time in my life, I felt like I did everything right then wrong at the same time. My life was no longer the same with the kind of confusion that had taken a permanent place in my mind. I was so sure that I shot Massimo in the face, but his body was nowhere to be found. That fact alone should have disturbed me because it was common amongst us. Hiding people's body wasn't difficult for me, but I was just taken aback by the speed at which he was taken.I shook the thoughts off my head and went in search of Amara. She was the only one that kept me sane at such trying period. I didn't care if she was going to reject me again, I just wanted to know that her and my baby were fine. "Amara, can I come in?" I asked after knocking twice without getting any response. I smirked when I remembered how I used to barge into her room but now, she had to grant me permission or I'd stay outside for hours. "You can come in," Came her raspy voice. I didn't hesitate in goin
Luciano's POV My eyes blinked incessantly when I realized that I had shot Massimo. I lost the firm grip I had on my gun and I didn't bother picking it up when it fell. This wasn't me. I was always in control and never scared of killing. Seeing dead bodies and weak people plead for mercy before I cut off their heads or pulled a bullet through their heads was fun for me. So why did this feel different? I didn't regret any action I took but right now, I felt like turning the hands of time so I could make things right. I walked briskly towards him to know if he was still breathing but since he laid on his face, I couldn't risk it. Arianna who looked like she was about to faint held my hands while I dragged her away from him. If I couldn't do anything for Massimo, then I could channel my help towards Arianna and her son. "I feel so weak," She whispered and rested her head on my shoulder. "You'll be fine," I grumbled and she nodded. Her unsteady steps slowed me so I placed her on ba
Luciano's POV Sleep eluded me as I tossed restlessly on the bed. It was impossible for me to sleep with the thoughts that burdened my mind. My life was a wreck and so was the fate of my family. I sighed and got up from the bed and headed for the window to feed my eyes with the buildings that were lit up with lights. The street was quiet but it did nothing to calm me. I'd made a mistake by not listening to Obinna. He was right when he suggested that I take Shuri and Amara out of the house. Nowhere was safe anymore, not even my own house. Everyday, people did things to remind me that I should always have eyes everywhere or I'd die like a piece of shit. Massimo's face popped in my head as I thought of what to do to him. Though he had caused a lot of problems and unrest in my family, I took a bigger portion of the blame. Because of me my mother was killed and my father was kidnapped for several years. Alita killed herself because I'd turned into a monste
Luciano's POV Zino Alonso was kept in another room in my mansion. I didn't trust him to be treated outside my watch. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the man I had buried was still alive. Another surprising fact was that Dee kidnapped him. Father had really underestimated Dee's ability. He was smart but he lacked the brutality that was needed to operate in our world. My gaze lingered on the man who called himself my father and my mind was flooded with several memories of how he treated my brother and I. Dee always thought that our father loved me more than him, what he didn't know was that our father was a sadistic bastard who only cared about his ego and business. He gave me several dirty tasks and if I failed any of them, he'd make sure I was tortured till I became unconscious. I remembered a day when he gave me the worst punishment of my life than toughened me. That afternoon, he called me into his office. He was on edge for reasons I couldn't fathom and
Luciano's POV The room was extremely quiet, for which I was grateful. Amara had kept me on edge with her suicidal talks. She didn't feel excited to be back to me which made me wonder why it was so. I knew she loved me but a lot of things had happened between her and Dee. I was supposed to be repulsed by her, instead, I was drawn to her more than ever and wanted to protect her from any predator at all cause. My mind flashed back to the moment Amara was shot. I was still sad that Dee was shot even though he had been a pain in my neck. The moment he held Amara's neck and threatened to kill her, I knew that my brother had gotten more vulnerable than ever. And it was also surprising that Jordan put a bullet through him. They loved each other and it was surprising that Jordan would betray someone he loved so much. I strolled towards the wallpaper that covered the door to the secret room and stared at the patterns distractedly. "Isn't it for the best that I marry Amara? At least she w