'Finally, I would be able to go to school.' I thought to myself as I sat in the back of the jet waiting for a certain Gio. I had not even the slightest idea of what he looked like. The jet was heavily guarded by 5 men, typical of a mafia lord and at that moment, I really felt on top of the world. Definitely, not having to worry about college fees and other bills, in general, makes me happy but the thought of living with Luciano made it seem like it wasn't worth it. Luciano is a very strict man who hardly gave second chances. Walking around his house, there was always a gun somewhere. Once I had mistakenly dragged the tissue paper from the wall frame too hard and a gun fell out. I was basically living with the Devil himself. I didn't want to tell Dee about it before I get into trouble. I turned to my right side to catch a glimpse of his face. Luciano looked so calm and collected and anyone who met him would most likely describe him as sluggish as I
LUCIANO'S POV By the time we arrived, Amara was sleeping. Her neck was bent in a very awkward position that I was sure it would hurt when she woke up but I don't care. Okay, I care. I care how she is so beautiful and got herself into my mess! Shit! I kidnapped her before I could stop myself. Everything about her just seems so perfect. Small and dedicated, the same green eyes, and I bet her lips would be soft too. As I watched her instead of going down to the soil of Italy, I became tempted. Well, I didn't try to hide it, didn't try to stop it especially when I am sure no one would see me. "I miss you, Alita" I whispered, "Just as I hate you". Yes! I hate the woman I love. Bending, I placed my thumb on Amara's lips and caress them. Damn, how delicious it would be if I decide to use it on mine. I lowered my head, felt her warm breath on my face, and groaned. This effect seems really good and I honestly love it! Shit! I can't be doing this!
"Boss, you sent for me. What would you like me to do?" Stefano asked standing at the door. Another day another shit. Still jet lagged, I wished I don't too frustrated or irritated to kill someone this morning. "Put her in another room," I ordered sharply. Amara had been staying in my baby's room for way too long already, if I had any plans to make her mine, I'd better let her feel comfortable. That would definitely never happen. "Preferably one on the third floor," I continued. My room was on the third floor, so it was only right that I let her stay there too. That way I would be able to monitor her and thwart whatever plan Dee had going on. "Let me confirm it, boss." He told me adjusting his microphone. "Madam Alita's room is the only available room on the third floor," Stefano replied quietly after a while, trying not to get me angry but it was unavoidable. At the mention of Alita's name, I banged my fist on the table. "Put her on
Can't believe the week goes this fast that today is Friday. Having lunch with Gio had always been difficult but with an elephant in the mansion, it's horrible. Five days ago, I arrived from the US with Amara and this is the first time I am having a meal with my son. It's Friday and ge came back from school on time because he was complaining of stomach pain. That's definitely a lie, and I know that. "So, Gio, I see you don't want to see Amara after being so anxious on phone," I said putting a piece of beef in my mouth. Silence.Gio didn't answer me, he just stared at his almost empty plate of pasta and smiled. I bet it was because the pasta was good. While I waited for him to talk, he filled his mouth with pasta, making me wait for him. Fra joy, I grew impatient until I remembered I was the one who warned him about not talking while we eat. Just as I had thought, he finished his food before taking a good look at me. His chin dropped as if he wanted to cry b
'Alita don't leave me, please. Please stay, I'll do anything, just stay.' I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. It was just a dream, this was the third time I was dreaming about Alita this week. On other days, the dreams were always longer but today, a certain sound jolted me out of my dreams. Clapping my hands to turn on the lights, I noticed Gio standing at the side of my bed with a cold look on his face and a gun pointed right at my head. "Ah, the cock of a gun," I said to myself, that was what woke me up. "Does that mean-" I thought and turned my face away slightly embarrassed. Gio must have heard me calling Alita's name begging her to stay. Shit! After a while, I turned my face back in his direction. "What the hell are you doing with a gun?" I questioned him. He shrugged. The look on his face as he moved his eyes from my left hand to his hand holding the gun explained it all to me. I was holding a gun last night and I fucki
AMARA'S POV Furiously sweating, I felt mad to say I was done rubbing my clit in a goddamn pool all day. My body hurts, and my ankles, knees, and my mind hurt too. "Bet should be enough for...." Someone pushed me from behind intentionally and I was sure of it. Worst, my heels lose balance immediately I tried to hold myself, leaving me to land on my arm. Better than landing on my face. "Fuck!" I screamed as I slapped the floor. That wasn't the first time they had done something like that. In fact, I can't tell why they hated me so much. Just like I expected, they were the four Karens in this place. For no reason, they just say they were more than everyone, and funny enough, the rest girls go by their rules. Not me. I can't is their legs, I can't buckle their shoes for them, I can't cheer them up when I should be resting and I can't show them the styles I came up with on My own. "Miss something, Number..." They paused for a while as
I opened my eyes to sunlight. The curtains were still parted, and I lay in such a weird position still in my towel. Shit! I shouldn't do that again! 'Well, Damn! I must have slept off,' I thought, placing my palm on my forehead. My temperature was no longer high, and the bruises felt less painful. The alarm at my bedside rang, and I turned to stare at the clock strike 8. “Shit, I'll be late for my pole dancing class,” I shrieked, getting up from the bed immediately. I knew how to do that dance already. I could walk around on heels for a long. What I was still not sure of was dancing naked as some girls said. Half-naked seems better. Left to me, I would lie in bed all day. The class wasn't something I was looking forward to, but lateness or absence attracted massive punishments. An opportunity to punch those girls back was another thing I wasn't willing to pass on. I stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet with water. It was 8
Can I do this? All through the rest of the day, all I thought about was how I would get naked. I haven't done this before, I haven't had sex in my entire life and the idea of letting other people touch me irked me. Accordingly, to the other girls, they talked about rich old men. Men that look like they would die soon. Since the night seem cold, we were all made to wear oversized pullovers. Beneath that, we all had what we are meant to wear at the club. "I can't wait to get out of this shit hole," some said. Looking around, I found out it was one of the girls that almost jumped me some hours ago. The four just had that thing of always staying together and for the first time in my life, I felt alone. I needed someone to talk to me, to tell me all would be fine, or to tell me how to take things the hard way as I found them just like this girls. Mia, Sofia, Bella, and Angie had never been normal. "I heard Arianna Alonso would come," Mia said as sh
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