Four days later, Gianna spies two little legs running towards her in the airport and her heart bursts. Emily was her only happiness in a cruel world. Despite being borne of sexual assault, Gianna never held it against her. Emily was an innocent consequence.
"Mama!" She exclaims, running towards her. Gianna gets down on one knee and Emily runs into her arms. "Mia! I've missed you, Bella!" Gianna croons and holds onto her tightly. She can't remem
Gianna opts for a loose-fitting dress that accentuates her Italian curves. She noticed that Giovanni had his eye on her when she was wearing a dress, so she opted for this one. Although she feels uncomfortable being alone with him, Gianna knew she needed to do this. Her father would never see Giovanni for what he was, so she needed to prove it. She's dealt with mobsters who were guilty before, she knew the telltale signs to look out for.
Giovanni looks at her sleeping figure. She had been in and out of consciousness for the last few days, the bullets really did a number on her. If he didn't see that red dot on the back of Emily's head, this would be a completely different scene.He was going on a lunch date with Gianna, yet out of habit, he wore his kevlar vest, who would have thought that habit would save his life.
The following chapter will be in fast forward, as I would like to continue with our original story. The truth will be revealed in the chapter to follow:In the months that follow, Gianna starts healing rapidly. Giovanni is still by her side every day and
August stares at everyone entering Dereon Hall and realizes he didn’t spot one familiar face. These must all be the Russo’s contacts. All these notorious men under one roof. What was Emily planning? He spots his father in the middle of it all, with that evil glint in his eye August knew all too well. He had a bad feeling about today, something he couldn’t shake since last night. Realizing he was a bit too sober for this, he heads to the bar and orders a whiskey. Today is going to be a long day of pretending.
Elizabeth stood stunned at the scene she just witnessed. Emily had shot her stepfather in cold blood then threatened everyone present, including August and herself. She looks around the room for August and finds him just as shell shocked. She walks over to him and touches his shoulder, "August, I think you need to say something, and call the police." She tells him, but then she realises that she's been wearing a wire from DC Police Department this whole time. Giovanni Russo's murder was broadcast live for Detective Decascos and Washington PD, he would certainly be on his way right now. "Detective, if you can hear me, you need to get over to Dereon Hall right now, there's been a murder!" She
* The following chapter contain some NSFW scenes! *Opening her eyes to the early morning rays, Elizabeth smiles as she feels August's arm wrapped around her waist. They had just spent an incredible night together after experiencing such an awful day before. She snuggles tighter into his embrace and feels him chuckle. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, dragonfly." He whispers into her hair, "Good morning, beautiful." And kisses her hair. She spins around to face him and plants a kiss on his lips. "Good morning, Mr Dereon." She teases and he scrunches up his nose, knowing how much he despises the formal greeting. "You can be lucky I love you so much because you're the only one
The private jet touched down on Sicilian soil. Emily sits with her heart in her throat, the gravity of what she had just done hasn't quite sunk in yet. She looks over at Liza next to her and the two share a private understanding of one another's feelings. Liza chose to live the mob life with her, and Emily wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. She brought Liza into this lifestyle so she would forever be responsible for her."Come, Mia. Let us
Six months into her training and Blair Industries’ board of directors feel Elizabeth is ready to take over her new role as CEO. She has pleasantly surprised them all and they welcome the breath of fresh air being pumped into the business. It seems she inherited her father's business savvy genes. "Ms White, the board has asked me to arrange a press conference tomorrow to let the business world know that you are the new CEO of Blair Industries. It will be held at 9 am in the main board room." Joseph, her assistant informs her. She smiles and nods at him and turns around to leave.
Elizabeth rummages through her storage. Damon had run off in this direction with her bag and she could not find her wallet anywhere. Today was the opening of Libellule School of Design and she would be late at this rate. Sighing in exasperation, she vows never to have any more kids. As she bends down to look behind one of Damon's old strollers, she spots a box hidden in the far end of the shelf. She frowns and reaches in further until she could touch the box and pulls it out. It was about the size of a normal shoe box and looked oddly familiar. She took the top off and sighed, it was a photo album. Her mother used to old fashioned back in the day before greed took over. As she paged through the album, she becomes misty eyed at the happy memories she had when Blair was still alive.But as she neared the end, she recognized an envelope that she put there a long time ago; a letter left to her by her parents in their will. She had completely forgotten about the letter; he
Elizabeth waves at Damon as he walked into daycare, his blonde curls bobbing up and down as he runs towards his teacher. At three years old he was already starting to look like his father, he even inherited August’s heterochromia but he had the temperament of his mother, loving and kind.Just as she was about to turn around, she sees Damon turn around and wave to her one last time, “Bye, mama! Wuv you!” he shouts and gives her a big smile, her heart absolutely bursting with love. He then runs inside, feeling satisfied with his message.She gets inside her Maybach and drives towards Blair Industries.Life being married to August was everything she could ever hope for. Damon was growing every day. Both their companies were doing exceptionally well and they were more in love than ever. She kept on waiting for her world to come crashing down, but it never came.Maybe true happiness does exist, she thinks to
Emily watches from the vantage point of her bulletproof bedroom windows.Antonio was hoisting Amy into his Emperor, of course, he came with that ridiculous car to do a rescue. She sees them getting away despite the gunfire and sighs sadly, knowing Antonio would plan revenge after he sees the extent of Amy’s injuries she had Vito inflict over the past 3 days.She touched his woman, his property. He will be out for blood.She turns away from the window and walks out into the hallway. Piero had already called a cleanup crew to dispose of the Russo filth on Marino territory. “Famiglia!” she calls, and all her soldiers had their attention on her, “Tomorrow we wage war on Russo ground. They trespassed on our territory for the last time. We need to make an example of them.” she hollers, with heated grunts and shouts coming from her men.It always amazed her at the power she had over these men and h
Emily tells her enforcer, Vito, to leave Amy to stew in her own thoughts for the night. They would continue with the torture in the morning. The evening would give her plenty of time to reconsider her predicament and tell them where Antonio was hiding out.She couldn’t help but think her brother a coward. He left the woman he supposedly loved in order to keep himself safe. Giovanni would turn in his grave if he knew the man he trained to be the next Boss was in fact a coward and not worthy of the Omerta.Smiling a silent victory, she slips into her nightgown and retires for the evening.***Days pass with no word from her brother or his family.Vito had exhausted all his t
* August and Elizabeth's story will continue soon.*Emily stares at her reflection in the mirror.A face she did not recognize anymore because of the extensive plastic surgery she had to endure after the blast to their limo 2 years ago. Just as she was made Boss before killing Giovanni Russo, her territory had been invaded and they betrayed her. Luckily, she reclaimed her throne before the vultures descended. She took down so many of Russo’s men that she lost count. In Sicily, they nicknamed her Strega Rossa because of her red hair and penchant for killing with blades. She definitely was not Antonio’s pufetta anymore.She puts on her corset and has her ancella lace her up tightly. She only fought in corsets, the pain meant no
Elizabeth stares at Damon through the glass of his incubator with a worried frown etched on her face.After they found him screaming in a bassinet in one of the hospital hallways, her doctor had run all the necessary tests on him to see if they hurt him. There was nothing physically wrong with him, however, he endured tremendous stress during his abduction. He wa
*WARNING, EXPLICIT SCENE*
August looks down at his bloodied fist.He had to take his anger out on something after seeing Madison walk out of the hospital with his newborn son. Staring at the wall, he watches his blood drip down the paint and proceeds to punch it over and over again.
Hi, there readers! I am so sorry for the delay in updates to the story. The last week of December has been so hectic for me, but that’s no excuse. I will be writing full time from the end of January, so be prepared for daily updates! Thank you so much for reading my novel and supporting me, you have no idea how much I appreciate your feedback and support!Love always, J.Tarr x