I can't tell if what was my job was to sleep, eat, watch random some shows on Luciano's tv and sleep naked. In fact, I was already getting used to the humiliation. I was already getting used to his arms around me and his dick at the back of my waist. What I still didn't get used to was his erection, it wasn't working! That lead me to the point of wondering if I wasn't beautiful enough. I had boobs, soft, handful, and I bet they were succulent. 'Rule no 125, don't fight to kill- You would lose every fight if you try to' I blinked. The fact that I was seated on the floor with nothing but my underwear and one of Luciano's oversized tee shirts made me look sad. Inwardly, I felt like the most stupid person on earth watching this freaking show again. Damn! What if the person wanted to kill me? What if the person hated me to the point that what she wants was to unalive me? "Unlive" I muttered with a stupid grin on my face "Is that even a word?"
It was day four of being cooped up in Luciano's chambers, doing absolutely nothing except watching people on TV shoot guns and eat. I was feeling more depressed and hopeless than ever. Was he trying to groom me? Was he trying to break me mentally? I had no idea, all I knew was that I was scared for no reason. I was starting to feel like a prisoner, but I didn't dare say anything. I knew I had to play along with whatever Luciano wanted if I wanted to stay alive. I had tried fighting back and seeing where it got me. 'I bet something seems off' That night, we took a bath together, but to my surprise, he didn't touch me. I was relieved, to be honest. The idea of having to do anything with him when he wasn't even interested in me anymore and had no affection for me made me feel sick to my stomach. After all, he left me to suffer in the dungeon and didn't release me despite the fact that I apologized, almost lost my mind and I was calling for him to help me.
Something happened last night. And I hope it never happened . How dare he?" I thought to myself, ruminating on yesterday's event. Luciano had made me horny, so horny I would do anything for him to touch me right now, and then he left me hanging, refusing to touch me. This time, I would gladly put away my pride and self respect if that would make him come close to me. I knew he had lost his affection for me but I didn't know it had gotten this bad. Luciano always touches; like for a very tight cuddle. "Perhaps I looked disgusting," I asked with a cringe expression on my face. I stared at the hoe that came into the room with pure hatred in my eyes. Luciano was kissing her passionately and I wished I could strangle her alive. That was supposed to be me kissing him. Watching both of them was a fat greater punishment than being locked up in a dark room, at least that's what I thought in my horny and demanding state. Luciano stopped kissing h
The bullet missed the target and crashed into the wall. It made me wonder what exactly the room was made of. I had never heard of a bullet shattering, perhaps they weren't real. A silly thought popped into my head. Why don't I try shooting Luciano?. That way, I would know if the bullets were real or not. If they were, I would have a chance to escape before Stefano and the rest of the gang caught me but if they weren't, I'd definitely drop dead in a second. That was a risk I wasn't willing to take. Also, if I couldn't hit an immobile target, what made me think I had a chance at a living being. I continued trying to hit the targets and after a while, Luciano spoke up. "It's time to try something else. Sadly, you're very bad at this," He said, shaking his head at my numerous failed attempts. I thought shooting at targets was hard but I couldn't believe it when Luciano announced that we would be starting basic self defense training. I had not ma
A resounding sound echoed in my ears, reverberating against my ear drums. It has been two days of training with Gio and for all I care, I wasn't learning anything. I cracked the gun given to me and pulled the trigger when Gio tapped my shoulder from behind. He held onto my shoulder and I could feel the weight of his body on mine. "That is not how to hold a gun. How many times do I have to teach you this?" he asked. His voice was too calm. Made me think I was not being taught at all. Moreover, this child is 16 and I felt so insulted being his student. I wanted that commanding voice that would give me that rush of adrenaline down my body. I wanted Luciano's voice. "Is this what I will keep learning? Learning how to hold a gun? Come on, Gio, teach me the main stuff," I protested, staring blankly at the gun in my hands. There was this bored look on Gio's face and I could bet that he was already sick of me. "You are not ready," he answered. That
LUCIANO'S POV Some days are somehow the same. I wonder if I was having a Deja Vu. The slow rhythm coming from the sad song filled the room with a different kind of energy. You can call me a stalker, I would accept that without moving an inch. My eyes have never agreed to leave Amara and I have been watching her train with Gio. From everything I had observed, Amara isn't ready. Not even a bit. I have watched her sweat, watched her train her life out but she isn't still ready. Making Amara my Assassin wasn't what I wanted from the start. I just want her to be able to defend herself from the dangers in this world. She will cross paths with a lot of dangerous people with dark hearts. People who won't spare her for any reason. From the deepest part of my heart, I do not want her to end up like Alita. From the monitor, I watched Gio leave the training room. A thin smile appeared on my face and I tapped my ballpen on the table continuously. I got up from my
Dammmmmn. I groaned, tapping the other side of the bed. I looked at the clock by the bedside, it was 6 am. I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I realized I couldn't feel anybody by my side, Amara was no longer laying next to me. Panic set in as I threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed. Shit! Amara had never been one to rise early. Today might be an exception but for some strange reason, my mind was full of all the negative things that could have happened to her. 'Has she been kidnapped?' That was one of the first things on my mind. Although my room was highly impenetrable, my rivals would stop at nothing to bring me down, they might have used a different method or probably they lured her out. That girl seems easy to manipulate. The first thing I did on getting into a sitting position on the bed grabbed the gun that I kept under her pillow, just in case of a situation like this. After all, the only reason for the training was so s
I wasn't in the mood for any negotiation. It's either this brat talking to me over the phone, takes it or leaves it. Handling business with an iron fist is very important. These guys can play you and your money will go down the drain. Your hard earned money. "Two million dollars is all I'm offering. Are you in or not?" I gave my offer. "But, Boss…," he stuttered. "But what?! What else do you want? Two million dollars is a whole lot and I'm not going to increase it," I snapped. I felt the air shift before my eyes dropped on a paper on the floor. "Boss…Two million dollars is not enough for this. Estimated price is about fifty million dollars," he explained but my mind was already made up. My mind is like a rock. It is difficult for anything to just penetrate through it. Even if he was standing in front of me, crying his eyes out, I won't increase the money. "Are you taking this money or not? Do not waste my time," I asked again. This time, with
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