Bianca’s POV
“There is an important matter Bianca.” Dad said sitting behind his desk. My dad doesn’t keep me in the dark like the other mafia bosses. He keeps me updated about everything. “What happened?” I asked him. “Vincenzo and the Russians will be holding a meeting in the next few days. I want you to slither yourself between them.” He smiled for the first time since forever. “I won’t disappoint you, father.” I said as I started preparing a plan in my head. We need as many information as possible of the Mercanti family. In order to finish them, we have to prepare for a war, one we are sure we won’t lose. We can’t lose. We already lost a lot, by losing my mother. It was their time now to start losing. “What are you thinking about?” I was so lost in my head, that I didn’t see Alessandro coming towards me. “Nothing.” I shrugged walking past him. Alessandro stopped me by holding my elbow firmly. As cringy as it is, my heart did a flip and I looked into his boiling eyes. “Don’t walk past me, princess.” He hissed. “You don’t talk to me like that.” I snapped back while promptly looking into his eyes. His captivating brown eyes. “I am your bodyguard. I need to know your whereabouts.” He said pulling me closer to him. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t. He has this commanding aura, like he was born to be a leader and not a bodyguard. What are his deepest secrets. I want to know what this man is hiding. He has demons circling inside his eyes, and I knew he saw horrors in his life. And maybe he was the horror. I don’t know what this man has done in his life. I don’t know anything about him, yet I trust him. I trust him with my life. But I still am adamant that I don’t need a bodyguard. He will only step in my way, and I have to be focused on the mission my dad gave me. It wasn’t a simple one, as I had to be included in the meeting of one of the smartest bosses, and his Russian father in law. That bastard will pay for whatever he has done to us before. “Get away from me Alessandro.” I said. “I can’t do that, princess. What I can do is far imaginable for you.” He walked me until I was trapped between him and the wall. I gulped, we were so close that his spicy scent filled my nostrils. There was a tension between us, one that can cut anything. In that moment I wanted to pull him towards me. Make him come closer until everything in our body is touching. I wanted to see what his plump lips would taste like. But that would mean I will be killed. No intimacy between a mafia princess and her bodyguard. Especially not one that is to be wedded to another mafia prince. Both my dad and Matteo would kill me, even though I refuse to marry Matteo. “Do you want me to kiss you, princess?” Alessandro smirked looking between my eyes and my lips. I was at a loss of words in that moment and couldn’t reply as I looked at him, my mouth partly open. “Stay away.” I managed to say as I duked under and his arms, and put some distance between us. “I will know what that little brain of yours is up to.” He said backing away. I started panting like I ran a marathon. How could he have so much influence on me. He shouldn’t. I have to stay away from him. We can’t have a connection between us. I have a goal now, and that doesn’t include f**cking my bodyguard. As much as we have a connection, I have a revenge to think about. I have to stay focused, and not let him control me. I went up to my room, thinking of the ways, I will get into the inner circle of the Mercanti meeting. Erico’s POV What the fuck am I doing. I was standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom. I would never kiss her. That little monster has a bad influence on me. I have to keep her away yet close to me. I have a mission, and that is to end her father’s bloodline, if he thinks of getting close to Vin and Violet. Or any of their children. I know there is something going on, as Vin promptly held the meeting here. He wants to see what Antonio is capable of. What plan he is brewing. I am sure that his little monster is on with his plans of revenge. And I had to know what they are planning, to report back to Vin. My phone started ringing and I picked it up immediately looking at the caller ID. “Vin.” I said. “Erico. What news do you have?” He asked. “There is a plan going on, and his daughter will be included in it. I feel like he will be sending her to the lion’s den.” I smirked looking at myself. “Good. That’s what we want anyways. I want you to come with her. Violet has been nagging me about seeing you and making sure you are okay.” I sighed knowing that Violet won’t stop at anything to fulfill what she wants. “Fine I will be there.” I hung up the phone putting it back in my pocket. That fool Antonio trusted me way too fast. Well it is for my advantage, but whatever. “One will win this game Antonio and it won’t be you.” I said walking back into my room. I just have to gain Bianca’s trust so that she starts telling me all that’s going on in her little head.Bianca’s POV “This is ridiculous.” I sighed looking at the car parking in front of the front doors. “Miss these are the boss’s orders.” Clara said and I rolled my eyes. Dad planned a date for Matteo and me. I hate that he is pressuring me, but Matteo’s father is a well know man in the mafia. Although I know Rafael Ricci’s true intention in making me marry his son, my dad is adamant on this bond. I talked to him millions of times but he won’t change his mind. At least I am going horse riding with him. Something I love to do. Dad knew that, the reason why he planned this day. “Okay I will go down now.” I told her and left my room to greet Matteo. “You look beautiful.” Matteo said as soon as he saw me. I rolled my eyes at him and nodded. These are his stunts. Always trying to sweet talk to me. He doesn’t know that I am not that kind of girl. I won’t swoon at his feet. “Enjoy your day.” Dad said and I tried to smile at him. “Let’s go.” Matteo extended his han
Bianca’s POV There was a tension between both men. Alessandro was calm though, while Matteo was clenching and unclenching his fists. “She doesn’t need anyone. I’m with her.” Matteo said. “Clearly.” Alessandro replied unbothered. “You are just a bodyguard. I am her fiancé, and it will be good if you knew your boundaries.” Matteo replied. “Her father pays me to look after her.” Alessandro smirked. “Can you two stop.” I snapped and they turned to look at me as if they forgot that I was there. “I thought this was our date.” Matteo said looking at me as he approached me slowly. “I never said it was a date.” I glared at him. “Your father did.” “I don’t always acknowledge what he says.” My blood was boiling because all men in my life do, is control it. I was sick of that. Matteo took my hand and gripped it angrily. “Let go before I kick you in your fucking balls.” I said slowly. In a second, Matteo was pulled away from me. Alessandro was holding him by the neck, ch
Erico’s POV I was a fool. I almost got caught by her. There was a threat to my family today and I had to make sure they were safe, so I called Violet. I pulled my phone and saw a message popping on it. ‘We need to talk.’ I instantly knew who it was, and where our meeting will be held. I took my wallet and my watch as I walked towards my car. I got in and sped towards the club in the center of the town. I parked the car at the back entrance and walked towards the door, making sure that no one was watching me. The night club was pulsing with energy the moment I step inside. Low light swirl with neon blue lights, reds and purples, bouncing off mirrored walls and glossy floors. A thick beat rolls through the air, vibrating through the floor and into my chest. The dance floor was alive, bodies move in sync with the rhythm, some solo, some in groups. A man walked towards me and I recognized his face immediately. He nodded showing me his tattoo and I followed him. Behi
Bianca’s POV “What the hell are you doing?” I asked trying to get off the bed. “Teaching you not to eavesdrop.” He snapped and I was taken back. “I was just passing by and I heard you. It wasn’t intentional.” I snapped back. We sat there for a couple of minutes glaring at each other. “Leave.” Alessandro ordered pulling away from me. I wanted to let him know that I didn’t eavesdrop on him, it’s just that I am curious about his life. “Aless-“ he cut me off with a sharp look. This never smiles, never interact and is cold as ice. But I knew that under all that façade he has a heart. A heart that looks like it’s beating for a certain woman. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling a little bit of jealousy, but I can’t help it. It’s not a jealousy of another woman, it’s the jealousy of a person he will put his life on sake, and will protect other than me. Although I’ve been inside this room before, but it’s the first time I realized how this room is so ‘him’. Stark. Controlled. “Everythi
Bianca's POV After we were done with the shooting, Alessandro took me back home. We got out but neither of us said anything to each other. I went to my room and changed my clothes, as I got ready for my secret routine. A secret I have been keeping for a couple of years. Every month, I visit a rundown neighborhood alon, always making sure that my father never finds out. I got dressed fast and jumped from my window like I usually do. But I was met with Alessandro's face and I gasped. "What the fuck." i exclaimed. "Where are you going, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. "None of your business." I snapped trying to walk past him. "Oh but it is." He smirked getting closer to me. "I think you don't want your dad knowing about your whereabouts." He said. I fidgeted, thinking about telling him or going back to my room. "Fine you can come with me, but you wil have to swear that you won't tell my father anything." I said. "Fine." "Then let's go." I walked past him."Great another adven
Bianca’s POV *2 hours ago* The crowd applauded as I walked towards Matteo. A clear dismayed look on my face made my dad glare at me. He approached me, leaning to kiss my cheek, but instead he whispered in my ear. “Smile wider, darling. Or your father might not be grateful he picked someone who knows all your secrets.” My heart skipped a beat, but my face didn’t flinch. “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “I know the little visits you make. The widow. Her daughter. And the warehouse.” What the fück! No one knows about the warehouse. He steps back slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. “You play rebellion well, Bianca. But in a few months, you will belong to me. And I’ll decide which parts of you are worth keeping.” *back to the present * “That depends on who is asking.” He replied flatly and a shiver ran down my spine. There was something in his voice, too cold, too distant. “Sometimes I think I trust you more than I should.” I said. He steps closer, his eyes
Bianca's POV "Let's fight." I said. "What?" He asked raising his eyebrow."You're already training." I shrugged. Alessandro studied me for a beat, then he nodded. "Alright. SShoes off, and no flinching." He said coldly.I kicked off my shoes without hesitation and stepped onto the mat barefoot. He studied me for a while. "You are serious." He deadpanned. "You said no flinching." I replied coolly, tying my hair back. "I don't flinch."I meant it.I had trained since I was fifteen. My father insisted on it, he said that a Romano woman should know how to break a man's arm before she is old enough to wear diamonds. Over the years, I had taken down five grown men in the sparring ring. I wasn't afraid of strength. I was afraid of weakness pretending to be love. Alessandro stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "Alright, let's see what you've got." We circled each other. No small talk, and no fake smiles. Just the quiet pull of tension between two people who knew to hide every
Bianca’s POV It was the day of the meeting Vincenzo was holding with his men. My dad asked me to enter and gain his trust. And the day has finally come. And since the first second I stepped inside the territory, I knew from their eyes. They didn’t expect me. Not really. I know what they are thinking. They expected me to be my father’s daughter, the pretty puppet in designer heels, too distracted by diamonds and wedding plans to understand real power. They were wrong. I stepped out of the black car as if I belonged there, sunglasses catching the afternoon sun, chin high. Alessandro didn’t know where we were going. He was beside me, silent, but there was tension in the way he walked. I wasn’t here to play safe anymore. The building was tucked behind a vineyard outside Palermo, opulent in that quiet, unspoken way old money wears it like skin. Armed men stood at the gates, at the doors, at the balconies. I knew that at least four were watching me through scopes. Still, I didn’
Alessandro’s POV Vincenzo didn’t blink. “Go on.” “She has access to her father’s inner circle. Her father is feeding her intel, high-level conversations. She’s involved in something bigger. I don’t have the full picture yet, but she’s watching. She’s acting.” Giovanni chuckled. “Pretty face, deadly hands. You always find the complicated ones.” I ignored him. Vincenzo tapped a single finger against the desk. “You said she believes we killed her mother.” “She believes the Russians did. And because you married Violet, you are the enemy by blood.” Giovanni and Mario tensed as they shared a look with Vincenzo. “And her father?” Vincenzo asked. “Still in bed with Ricci?” “Worse.” I said. “He’s planning something. with Matteo Ricci’s family. She’s in the loop.” Silence fell again. Then Vincenzo leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “Can she be turned?” I kept silent for a moment. I thought of Bianca’s fire, her venom, her pain. The grief etched behind he
Bianca's POV My jaw clenched at the mention of my mother, but I said nothing. Because my father didn't know what this really was for me. He didn't know hom many nights I spent watching the explosion footage. How certain I was that the Russian pipeline tied yo Vincenzo had turned into the blade that killed my mother. And now? Now I would bury that empire. One lie at a time. I left the cellar not long after, my mind sharpening like a blade. The scent of aged oak and red wine still clung to my skin when I slipped silently out if the cellar passage and into the hall. My father’s words echoes in my mind, sharp and final. Vincenzo will fall. And when he does, his queen goes down first. I paused near the stone archway if the corridor, letting the shadows wrap around me. The estate was quiet, the kind that hummed with secrets. I didn’t trust the walls here. Someone was always watching. Especially Alessandro. He has a way of being everywhere, silent, controlled
Bianca’s POV It was the day of the meeting Vincenzo was holding with his men. My dad asked me to enter and gain his trust. And the day has finally come. And since the first second I stepped inside the territory, I knew from their eyes. They didn’t expect me. Not really. I know what they are thinking. They expected me to be my father’s daughter, the pretty puppet in designer heels, too distracted by diamonds and wedding plans to understand real power. They were wrong. I stepped out of the black car as if I belonged there, sunglasses catching the afternoon sun, chin high. Alessandro didn’t know where we were going. He was beside me, silent, but there was tension in the way he walked. I wasn’t here to play safe anymore. The building was tucked behind a vineyard outside Palermo, opulent in that quiet, unspoken way old money wears it like skin. Armed men stood at the gates, at the doors, at the balconies. I knew that at least four were watching me through scopes. Still, I didn’
Bianca's POV "Let's fight." I said. "What?" He asked raising his eyebrow."You're already training." I shrugged. Alessandro studied me for a beat, then he nodded. "Alright. SShoes off, and no flinching." He said coldly.I kicked off my shoes without hesitation and stepped onto the mat barefoot. He studied me for a while. "You are serious." He deadpanned. "You said no flinching." I replied coolly, tying my hair back. "I don't flinch."I meant it.I had trained since I was fifteen. My father insisted on it, he said that a Romano woman should know how to break a man's arm before she is old enough to wear diamonds. Over the years, I had taken down five grown men in the sparring ring. I wasn't afraid of strength. I was afraid of weakness pretending to be love. Alessandro stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "Alright, let's see what you've got." We circled each other. No small talk, and no fake smiles. Just the quiet pull of tension between two people who knew to hide every
Bianca’s POV *2 hours ago* The crowd applauded as I walked towards Matteo. A clear dismayed look on my face made my dad glare at me. He approached me, leaning to kiss my cheek, but instead he whispered in my ear. “Smile wider, darling. Or your father might not be grateful he picked someone who knows all your secrets.” My heart skipped a beat, but my face didn’t flinch. “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “I know the little visits you make. The widow. Her daughter. And the warehouse.” What the fück! No one knows about the warehouse. He steps back slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. “You play rebellion well, Bianca. But in a few months, you will belong to me. And I’ll decide which parts of you are worth keeping.” *back to the present * “That depends on who is asking.” He replied flatly and a shiver ran down my spine. There was something in his voice, too cold, too distant. “Sometimes I think I trust you more than I should.” I said. He steps closer, his eyes
Bianca's POV After we were done with the shooting, Alessandro took me back home. We got out but neither of us said anything to each other. I went to my room and changed my clothes, as I got ready for my secret routine. A secret I have been keeping for a couple of years. Every month, I visit a rundown neighborhood alon, always making sure that my father never finds out. I got dressed fast and jumped from my window like I usually do. But I was met with Alessandro's face and I gasped. "What the fuck." i exclaimed. "Where are you going, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. "None of your business." I snapped trying to walk past him. "Oh but it is." He smirked getting closer to me. "I think you don't want your dad knowing about your whereabouts." He said. I fidgeted, thinking about telling him or going back to my room. "Fine you can come with me, but you wil have to swear that you won't tell my father anything." I said. "Fine." "Then let's go." I walked past him."Great another adven
Bianca’s POV “What the hell are you doing?” I asked trying to get off the bed. “Teaching you not to eavesdrop.” He snapped and I was taken back. “I was just passing by and I heard you. It wasn’t intentional.” I snapped back. We sat there for a couple of minutes glaring at each other. “Leave.” Alessandro ordered pulling away from me. I wanted to let him know that I didn’t eavesdrop on him, it’s just that I am curious about his life. “Aless-“ he cut me off with a sharp look. This never smiles, never interact and is cold as ice. But I knew that under all that façade he has a heart. A heart that looks like it’s beating for a certain woman. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling a little bit of jealousy, but I can’t help it. It’s not a jealousy of another woman, it’s the jealousy of a person he will put his life on sake, and will protect other than me. Although I’ve been inside this room before, but it’s the first time I realized how this room is so ‘him’. Stark. Controlled. “Everythi
Erico’s POV I was a fool. I almost got caught by her. There was a threat to my family today and I had to make sure they were safe, so I called Violet. I pulled my phone and saw a message popping on it. ‘We need to talk.’ I instantly knew who it was, and where our meeting will be held. I took my wallet and my watch as I walked towards my car. I got in and sped towards the club in the center of the town. I parked the car at the back entrance and walked towards the door, making sure that no one was watching me. The night club was pulsing with energy the moment I step inside. Low light swirl with neon blue lights, reds and purples, bouncing off mirrored walls and glossy floors. A thick beat rolls through the air, vibrating through the floor and into my chest. The dance floor was alive, bodies move in sync with the rhythm, some solo, some in groups. A man walked towards me and I recognized his face immediately. He nodded showing me his tattoo and I followed him. Behi
Bianca’s POV There was a tension between both men. Alessandro was calm though, while Matteo was clenching and unclenching his fists. “She doesn’t need anyone. I’m with her.” Matteo said. “Clearly.” Alessandro replied unbothered. “You are just a bodyguard. I am her fiancé, and it will be good if you knew your boundaries.” Matteo replied. “Her father pays me to look after her.” Alessandro smirked. “Can you two stop.” I snapped and they turned to look at me as if they forgot that I was there. “I thought this was our date.” Matteo said looking at me as he approached me slowly. “I never said it was a date.” I glared at him. “Your father did.” “I don’t always acknowledge what he says.” My blood was boiling because all men in my life do, is control it. I was sick of that. Matteo took my hand and gripped it angrily. “Let go before I kick you in your fucking balls.” I said slowly. In a second, Matteo was pulled away from me. Alessandro was holding him by the neck, ch