My head hurt, and the memory of the falling replayed itself in my head again before I opened my eyes. "Hospital" was the first word that came to my mind and I said it immediately. For no reason, I felt happy. Who won't be? It's been almost three months since I was taken by Luciano and didn't get out. One fall and I am out! Who knew what he would do if I had tried to commit suicide? "Hospital really smells nice" I muttered as I sniffed the environment. I tried to seat up on the bed but I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I looked at it to see a needle and drip attached to my body. Oh, snap! On fucking damn it. " I am going to die" I panicked "I can't feel my hand somebody helpppppp" I added in a low whisper. Quickly, I pulled the needle off my body. I don't care what it had but I rather not let the needle kill me. Believe when I can vouch to be fearless or almost fearless but having a needle attached to my body had been the scaries
That's weird, super weird. "What on earth just happened,? I asked myself putting my hands to my lips unable to believe that Dee just kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine. Lu's voice replayed in my head. "Remember, you are mine." I ignored it and brushed it off. There was no way he would find out, at least not from me. Memories of my last encounter with Lu clogged my mind and I was really hoping he would visit me. 'Does he even know you're here?' My inner voice asked me. Dee knew I was here so I guessed he would know too. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening. Someone in heels was in the room. I looked up and saw a lady walking towards me. The stethoscope on her neck and the white coat she was wearing indicated that she was most likely a doctor. She came up to my bedside quickly and without uttering a word, she began to examine me. Her face was pale, she looked like she had no blood left in her and it scared me.
For no reason, Luciano had been staring at me all day. I don't know if it was because of my bandaged head, or the scared smile on my face as I tried not to drink from the cup he gave me. It's been two days, two good days in this fake room with him and I could not wait to get better. I can't wait to have this bandage off my head and maybe get back to the pole or college. Frankly, I was beginning to miss that pole. Seating on the bed and watching him as he washed me, that mute doctor came in with pills and a glass of water. She kept it beside me and left without saying a word. Well, the fourth time I had done it, I ignored her. I knew I was okay. "Fuck off" Yeah, I told her to fuck off to her face. The look she gave me seemed like she would poison me so why would I risk it? "Take it, ..." Luciano said. There was hesitation in his voice as If he does not know what to call me. That was weird, very weird. This psychopath had everyt
Finally, I was going to step out of this large confinement as ironic as it may seem. I had been in the Mafia territory for weeks now and I hadn't seen anything beyond the four walls of this house which was almost twice the size of a normal estate. Frankly, I felt like this man brought a whole borough. I felt like he should name it after making it as big as a country and since he had everything in it, he should make college in too. Holding up the worn-out cloth I had to wear, I smiled to myself. If wearing rags meant seeing beyond this space, I was glad to do it over and over again. "I'm going with you," Dee's words replayed in my head. He was going to check out college with me. As exciting as this idea sounded, I was scared for some reason. "What is the outside life like?" I questioned myself. I felt a feeling of happiness mixed with fear. Although it was just a day and I wasn't going to be entirely free, I had absolutely no idea what the out
Can Luciano be this heartless? I just settled my college stuff and hopefully, I would resume lectures in two days time only for him to tell me that I have a client today evening. The previous client I had was him and I don't know why I felt like I really wanted to see this new client. I get like I owe him since he paid for my college fee. I can't continue to be an ungrateful person but feeding? That's hella much. When I was staying alone, I could not get to feed twice but here, Luciano made sure I did feed thrice. I didn't try to act shocked or happy like the other girls, I just wore my undies, Pullover, and heels. Stefan seem to take it as a responsibility to deliver me to my client in one of the Black rooms in Luciano's club and I could not help but felt safe around him. Whenever he would take me somewhere to bring me anything, he made sure to be gentle. Should I be such a jerk and fall in love with him? Nah! We can't die here. I was taken to a diffe
"What happened?," I asked no one in particular rubbing my eyes as I woke up. I was in my bed quite alright but once again I couldn't recall what happened the previous night. The curtains were still open indicating that I must have come in drunk. I never forget to close them whenever I was in the right frame of mind. "Since when did I develop short-term memory?" I asked myself getting up in bed. After about two minutes, the incidents of last night came back to me. I was with Luciano. "Get on your knees," I shrieked in shame as I remembered Luciano's words to me. This time, he didn't touch me. He put a collar around my neck and made me sit like a dog. "Ugh," I sighed, disgusted with myself. Luciano was beginning to invade my self-respect and I foolishly let him. I felt so worthless and irritated. Thinking about the day's events, that man acted very creepily. There was something about the way he stared at me, it was wrong. I felt objectified.
LUCIANO'S POV I imagined my wife setting my tie, or fixing my hair and buttons. For a few moments, I forgot that I was a mafia and that these lives I was thinking about can't be part of me. Standing in front of the mirror, I leathered my fingers into my hair in an attempt to fix it. Everyone knows I can do that. Also, everyone knew better than to walk into my room without knocking. Too bad, Gio never listened and for some reason, I loved it. I loved to see his sister's character through him. "Hello, Papa" "I am not against you sending gifts to her, Gio," Luciano said as he made a 180 turn as if he could not wait for this moment. His bored expression homed on Gio as the child tried to fumble with his reasons but yet didn't say anything. "A red dress, Gio, A red dress" Luciano moves his palms in front of him as if drawing the dress "That was for your sister and.." "And my sister hasn't seen it for 4 years, Father" Gio interrupted calm
"Oh fuck," I muttered under my breath clenching my fist. I was starting to get angry. I began to rub my palms gently trying to calm myself down when I noticed Gio looking at me. "Gio, leave the room," I ordered him. I didn't want him to see me this way, it would only strengthen his idea that I killed his sister. The problem was he wasn't moving, he stood still on the spot and I shot him a sharp stare pointing at the door with my head. "I'm sorry but I can't bear to lose any more people," he replied me calmly with his hands in his pockets. Just as I expected. "We need to talk about some things privately Gio, that's all. No one's killing anybody," I told him faking a burst of laughter in a bid to hide the anger in my voice. "It's just business, it's all about business boy," Dee added backing me up. For the first time in his life, he was reasonable. "I'm sixteen already, I'm no longer a child, what business is that and why can't I be a part of the discussion?" Gio asked looking
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