It wasn't too late.I was sure I left her some minutes ago and now she is cold. As I watched Dee bring Amara out of the ceil, she has passed out already. Her feet and palms looked a bit Purple and she looked really pale. Shit! I shouldn't have done it. I know she isn't sent, she is just a random caress thief. Amara didn't know anything about Alita and I should t have punished her for the woman I used to love. Watching Dee walk out of the room after placing her on the bed, I knew I should have given her this room before. There are plenty of rooms in this mansion and I was so stupid checking why she looks so much like Alita isn't of being human for once. 'Damn it!' There was no point in touching her to check if she is still alive, her breast was raised and fell and I can tell that she is alive. Just that it was faint, her lips seem almost white as her eyelid moved a bit. With the way I am seeing her, she isn't going to wake up anytime soon but she
Two days exactly the hours I gave her and she is well, at least looking alive again. Having known that she lost her parents at a tender age and wasn't treated right. From my point of view, I feel she has suffered a lot; why the heck is she now all weak? Seating in my office while I wait for Dee to arrive with the doctor, I watched Amara. The number 3 seems good on her, especially when she is the third female that has come into my to make a difference. Although, it's still early but I know that feeling when it happens. I know something different is going to happen when I haven't been able to kill her or hurt her since without feeling guilty. The room I kept her seem calm for her, the peaceful Orange color she would like. Not sure but I know women that hate pink like orange or Black. At least the camera installed in the room can't be so blank, it decide to show me a sad look girl who had done me no evil. Frankly, she did nothing because the ring she st
Dee smiled. He stared me dead in the eyes and shrugged. Well, I was expecting him to say something, like the reason he doesn't like talking about his sexuality but he didn't. Heading to the door, I pulled the handle and waited. "You are not saying anything?" I asked. I want it to look as if we both make the agreement when naturally, I make the orders alone. Just like when Dee asked for permission to run the tax collections for a city in Italy. He should have asked for a different one but he chose Naples. That's one of my biggest centers and I am not going to let him take over. Obviously, we would be enemies if I let him in. "Say something, Dee. Stop looking like a. . fish?" I asked unsurely. The look on Dee's face wasn't what I expected. It was like he was trying not to look as if he hate me, or not wanting to act pissed. "You want me to send her off?" "No, we need her," Dee said. That was too quick as if he was panicking or has
AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy. Very crazy! He can't just walk in and ask me to strip. How evil can he be? How more evil to kidnap someone amd keep them in a dark room without light for days! I can stay without eating for days but you see light!!! I rather not have it. I need to see the thinnest source to survive. It won't be nice to feel or have disembodied hands touch you all of a sudden. Or voices, you just know the voices sound familiar but you can't wrap your head around them. Slowly, I began to go on my knees as I tried to beg. The pride in me seems like it's threatening to b
After a few days of eating well and here I am, holding the ring I had swallowed. The same ring that had given me this kind of punishment. I remembered the agreement, it was until I pooped. Funny how I had to stay for an extra day before pooping when I normally stay there days before I use the toilet. At first, I was concerned until I learned it was my habit, one I got from my father. "I miss you dad" I whispered "I promise not to steal again". Never in my life!Even if I have the gold staring at me without a camera or anyone, I would not steal it. I might ask for permission before taking it though because by then, I would be in my house. The thought of going back to my apartment gave me joy beyond imagination. I no doubt I can stay in the street this night, but having not seeing these evil twins anymore made me want to remind myself never to steal again. Getting out of the bathroom with the ring still in my hand, I smile at it. Not get me
Luciano walked a few steps away from Dee toward me then stopped. For the next ten seconds, all he did was stare and stare at me. "Have you ever seen a clone before?" Luciano asked softly. I grinned.Well, I can't tell him no because I have made a mistake already by asking but at the same time, I wanted to be safe. I made sure to be careful about the way he held his gun and moved it around my face as he tried to form something. There was this theory that Italian men also talk with their hands, yep, Luciano is a perfect example. Too obvious that he tried to form his sentences with his hands too. Feeling a bit calm and forgotten about the gun roaming in from of me, I smiled. "Can you please get the gun away from my face?" I asked politely. Luciano smiled. He nodded, making me believe he really isn't mad as he moved the gun off my face. I smiled too, hoping I had made my way out until the table turned to Luciano pointing the gun at Dee. Well, I rem
If I say I care any less, I am a terrible liar. Dressed in a highly uncomfortable attire which was just a bra and a pant in heels. Something like a fishing net covered one of my legs, leaving the other half as of it was never part of my body. I can't believe I am doing this again, this feels absolutely stupid! Even the lady teaching much be tired of me already because I could see it in her eyes. Frankly, I would vouch for the force her to do this too. Her movements, her look, the way she talks; all of them looked like a hostage situation. Well, I was a hostage as well, being taken even if I followed them because I messed up. My legs hurt, and my back hurts but I repeated the jump again. Trying to hold the pole with my leg and hand while it was slippery and exhausting as hell! "You do not get it, Amara" Dee sounded frustrated. I get he is tired but I am as well. I hope he knows it isn't easy to stand in heels but more doing all this dance. I can say I
It's not as hard as before, maybe Luciano is my spirit animal after all. With less effort, I climbed up the pole. Spinning and raising my legs, I tried not to puke. The other lady seems less present these days, all she does is teach me for an hour and leave me to stress my life out for another four. I even made sure I put a smile on my face as I imagined myself as a professional pole dancer. Or stripper. Should I call myself a stripper? I have no idea. The fact that I didn't even think if Luciano would want to use me for another evil made me calm. The less I think, the less I worry. Hopefully, I would grow to get used to him and get free. If he does not free me, I would escape. I would expose his evil works and make sure no other women get into his try. Hopefully, but won't be as lame as girls or women talking about their survival stories. Mind you, I said some not all. The ones that really got trafficked, kidnapped, used, abused, and lost their
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