Asher stood still, frozen, as seconds ticked by before he turned towards me. He looked at me, and I could see the anger, the fury, the fire burning hot in his eyes, and it made me scared.
I took a step back, and that little movement seemed to be the thing that broke him from his trance because before I could blink an eye, he was already there—right there in front of m As he looked at me, I tried avoiding eye contact. His gaze was too piercing, too intense, and it made me too scared, so I looked down. But he gritted out angrily, commanding, “Look at me.” I raised my head up, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Look. At. Me.” He gritted out each syllable, his voice sharp. Then, he asked me, “What did you say?” I shook my head. I was afraid to speak out, afraid to repeat the words that had already left my mouth. Just moments ago, he had mocked the idea of me having a boyfriend, of being with someone else, of being married. And now, now he was acting so mad because I told him I had a son. “Repeat what you fucking said!” he shouted, making me whimper. “I said I have a son,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “He depends on me. I can't leave him. I'm the only person—the only parent, the only guardian—he has. I can’t leave him. He is just a little boy, please....” “You have a son?” He asked again as if he hadn’t heard me the last two times. I nodded. “Yes.” Before I could grasp what had happened, his fist flew and landed beside my head. On the wall, hard. I screamed, closing my eyes tightly, and taking a step back, but I realized I had already reached the end of my road—I was already by the wall. Fear gripped me, suffocating. I thought he was going to punch me, that he was going to hit me. But no—his fist landed beside me instead. I was so scared. Tears streamed down my face as I whimpered, my body trembling. Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes, afraid that any sudden movement would set him off. He was still standing there, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in sharp, angry motions. Fury radiated from him, raw and unfiltered. It was clear as day. I was terrified. His eyes snapped shut for a moment as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to rein himself in. That was when I noticed his hand—the one that had slammed into the wall. Bruises had already formed, and blood smeared his knuckles. But despite the injury, he kept flexing his fingers as if he felt nothing as if pain meant nothing to him. It must have hurt. A part of me—one I wished at this moment in time had died—wanted to reach out, take his hand, treat it, pamper it with kisses. But I knew better. Now was not the time. I knew he was trying to check his temper, fighting a battle within himself. So, I just stood there, shivering, waiting for what he would do next. For what felt like hours, he remained silent before finally opening his eyes. But the fire in them hadn’t dimmed. He was still angry—angry and cold. “So I was right all along,” he said, his voice laced with accusation. I frowned, confusion clouding my mind. What did he mean? Then, he laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of joy. It wasn’t one of amusement. It was cold. Cruel. But at least he took a step away from me. Then he turned to look at me again, and his next words shattered me. “My father was right. You are nothing but a lowly-rank whore.” His voice was sharp, filled with nothing but contempt. “I can't believe I ever fell for you and your antics. Acting all innocent in front of me, while deep inside, you're filled with nothing but dirt.” I stared at him, my vision blurred with tears. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to defend myself. I just—didn’t. "This is the reason why you left, isn't it?" he asked me. I hesitated, my breath caught in my throat, but eventually, I nodded. His fist slammed into the wall beside me again. The impact made me jolt, my head hitting the cold surface behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself, whispering in my head over and over—No, no, no, no, no, no. "I should kill you," he swore under his breath, his voice dripping with venom. "I really should kill you right now and just get rid of everything. Erase you from the face of the earth." A chill ran down my spine. "Everybody already thinks you're dead. Nobody will even think to look for you." No. With this, I could not agree. "No, please," I choked out, my voice trembling. "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please— my son needs me...." "SHUT UP!" he roared, cutting me off as he suddenly stepped back. Then the destruction began. The glass shattered as he swept bottles off the table, the liquid splashing onto the floor in a mess of alcohol and broken shards. The sound was shattering. He grabbed a chair and threw it across the room, making it crash against the wall. A table followed. More chairs. More destruction. And all I could do was curl into myself, pressing my forehead against my knees, hands over my ears, trying to block it all out. The noise. The chaos. His destruction.p I cried, shaking, hoping this would end, hoping I wouldn't become part of the wreckage he was creating. Then, just when I thought it wouldn't end... silence. Slowly, I peeped up from between my arms. He was standing there, staring down at me. "Who is he?" he asked, his voice calmer but even more dangerous. I blinked, my mind scrambling. "Who?" I whispered. "My son?" His jaw clenched, but I continued, "His name is—" "Shut the fuck up!" he barked, his rage flaring again. I flinched. "Not your stupid bastard son," he spat. I winced as if he had physically struck me, but he didn't care as he continued. "I'm asking you—who is the man you've been cheating on me with? Who is the man that helped you run away from me?""Nobody! It is nobody!" I cried out, my voice breaking with desperation. "I have never cheated on you, Asher. It’s always been you. It has always been only you.""Shut up, you bitch!" he snapped, his voice laced with pure fury. "You think I’m foolish? Do you think I’m stupid? You think I—" He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair before glaring down at me again. "Then where did this son come from? You think you're the virgin Mary?""No. I never said that, I....""You think I haven’t heard the rumours? People whispering behind my back, saying you were sneaking around? You think I don’t know why you were after me, the Don’s son?"I shook my head, my lips parting to speak, but he wasn’t done."You think I don’t know why you forced me to sleep with you just weeks before you faked your own death?" His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "Staged it, I should say.""I don’t know what you’re talking about, Asher," I whispered, still curled up on the floor, my arms wrapped around m
"Do you want me to get someone else?" Damien asked hesitantly. "A woman, maybe? Do you think you'll feel better talking to a woman rather than talking to me?"For the first time since this nightmare began, I answered. "No," my voice was barely above a whisper. "I just… I’d like to take a shower. Maybe a change of clothes?""Yes, of course!" His voice lifted as if I had finally given him something sensible to do—something that could help, even if just a little.He practically bolted out the door, his footsteps fading down the hall. For a few moments, I just stood there, hugging myself, my mind still reeling from everything. Then, not too long after, Damien returned, his arms full of clothes and toiletries."I brought everything I thought you might need," he said, placing them on a broken chair. One of its legs was missing, making it tilt slightly. "I asked Maddie to prepare it." He motioned toward the back of the room. "There's a bathroom right there behind you. You can use it. It has
I went straight to my apartment.It was small—just one tiny room divided into a kitchen, a cramped bathroom, a bedroom, and a barely-there sitting area. The walls were dull, the furniture mismatched, but it was home.I prepared Leon’s soup first, making sure it was just the right temperature before heading out to Tracy’s place to get him.When she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise. “Ariella? I thought you wouldn’t be back until later tonight. Doesn’t your shift end at eight? What are you doing here?”I forced a small smile. “Yeah… I just felt bad leaving Leon by himself.”Tracy scoffed playfully. “He was with me, silly.”“Yeah, I know. But he’s sick… and I just felt bad, so I asked to come back and take care of him.”She shrugged. “Okay, that’s fine.”Tracy and I were neighbours, but like most people in the city, we had separate lives. We were always working, always chasing money, always trying to survive. I was lucky she helped me watch Leon when she could—especially sin
The officer reached my car and knocked on the window, signalling for me to roll it down. My heart raced, my palms sweating as I took a deep breath and lowered the window. The officer didn’t crouch down to look me in the face, standing tall as he asked in a voice that was calm but firm, "Where are you going, ma'am?"I froze, my mind scrambling for an answer. "I'm just going to visit a friend... a little out of town.""Where to exactly?" he asked, his tone still measured.I felt the panic set in as my mind searched for a place. Westwood. The name popped into my head before I could think better of it. "Westwood," I stammered, praying he wouldn’t ask anything else. It was far from the city, but it was the only thing I could think of."Yeah? Is there a problem? Did I do something wrong? Was I speeding?" I managed to ask, trying to keep my voice steady.That’s when the officer crouched down to look at me through the window. My breath caught in my throat as he still kept his cap low, hidin
There was a way that Luca was treating the whole thing. If we were to put him into terms, we would say he was here to kidnap me.But can you even call it kidnapping if you're being forced into doing things?It was the way he was so sure of himself, so certain that I was going to do everything he said just because he was Mafia, just because Asher had asked him to.But he didn’t know me. Not this new version of me.I wasn’t just going to let them pick me up and throw me into their cage, controlling me with their batons. I had survived too much, fought too hard, to let them take me without a fight.So, I decided to use Luca’s weakness against him.He hit the top of the roof of my car twice as he said, "Come on, let's go." Then, without another word, he started walking back toward his police cruiser.No. He wasn’t taking me that easily.I turned the car back on, gripping the wheel tightly. Just as I was about to press my foot on the gas, a hand shot out and held mine in place.I stiffene
My mouth hung open, but Luca just smiled, like this was all some funny joke."You ain't planning on keeping the money so you can run away from Asher again, are you?" he asked, amused.I stared at him, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. That only made him chuckle. Then, as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world, he burst into laughter.Luca laughed so hard I didn’t think I had ever seen him like this. It wasn’t just a chuckle—it was a full, uncontrollable laugh, his shoulders shaking, his head thrown back.I frowned, growing more irritated by the second."You can't be serious," he said, still laughing.I just stared at him.Then, still chuckling to himself, he turned and walked out of the diner, shaking his head as he headed toward the car.Thank God Leon was too busy with his food to pay attention. He hadn’t noticed our exchange or pretended not to.I paid the bill and followed him outside. By now, I was mad. No—fuming.I got into the car, sitting stiffly, arms cross
"You wanna go and choose your room upstairs, buddy?" Luca asked Leon.Leon’s eyes went wide. "I can choose my own room?"Luca smirked. "Yes. You can even choose your wing. Do you want the west wing or the right wing?"Leon gasped, spinning toward the grand staircase. "I'm going to see all of the rooms!" He bolted up the stairs, his laughter echoing through the house."Leon, wait! Be careful!" I called after him. My heart clenched at the thought of him running through an unfamiliar place. What if there were stairs he could trip on? Something he could knock over?"Relax," Luca said, waving me off before calling out, "Maria!"A young woman appeared from the hallway, moving swiftly toward us. She was petite, dressed in a neat uniform, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun."Mr. Morelli. Madam," she greeted formally.Luca turned to me. "Ariella, this is Maria. She’s your maid-slash-nanny."I blinked. "My what?"Maria gave a small bow. "Hello, Madam Ariella."I forced a polite nod. "Hello,
I stood there, staring at him, speechless.Luca turned to leave, but then he stopped. Slowly, he came back toward me, taking my hand in his. His gaze locked with mine, softer than I had ever seen it."I always liked you, Ari. I am so sorry about what happened to you. I know the next few days won’t be easy. I know Asher will push you, but…" He exhaled. "I think he still has feelings for you, even if he won’t admit it."I pulled my hand away and scoffed. "Yeah, I can see how much he loves me."Luca shook his head as if there was more he wanted to say but decided against it. Before he turned to leave, he added one last thing."I haven’t turned the cameras on yet. But as soon as I walk out that door, I will. So take care of yourself, Ari."I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing or simply acknowledging what he said.I felt my throat tighten, my vision blurring. I swallowed the lump forming, forcing the tears back.As Luca stepped toward the door, he paused one last time. "Take ca
Asher practically told me to make lasagna. Lasagna! Do you know how long that takes? I know it's his favourite food but still.....it was the middle of the night!First, there was the soffrito, all those tiny diced vegetables. Then, the Bolognese. Hours of simmering ground meat, red wine, and tomatoes. While that was happening, I had to make the béchamel, whisking milk and butter until my arm ached.Finally, the layering. Pasta, meat sauce, ricotta, mozzarella, béchamel, over and over again r. Then, into the oven for nearly an hour, until it was bubbling and golden.I swear it took me a good three hours, maybe more. Hours of cooking, as I was pulled from my sleep! But, I have to admit, the smell was enough to make my mouth water.While the lasagna was in the oven, I took the time to blend him fresh juice. I know how he loved drinking fresh juice, especially apple juice. So I took some crisp, red apples and I made him apple juice. I took the dish out, the bubbling cheese still sizzling,
I’m just so tired today. So I decided to put Leon to bed early. I don’t know why I’m so tired. Maybe it’s because I had been waiting till very late at night, thinking that Asher was just gonna show up. Which is very stupid, considering we all know that he hasn’t shown up. I have just been prolonging my suffering. I’ve also been nervous, and on edge, thinking about what Asher's thinking, and how he’ll show up, so it hasn’t helped. I look so tired. I have dark circles under my eyes. Makeup may have helped, but now I’m just too tired to dress up. I’m too tired to do anything. I’m just gonna take this night to sleep. And if Asher wants to show up, then he can damn well show up. But today I’m tired, and I’m not going to entertain his mind games. I’m not going to let him keep playing me. I take a quick shower and immediately put on a t-shirt and just go to bed. And the moment my head hits the pillow, as I start getting comfortable, I hear the door open. It doesn’t just open. There is a
His grip tightened.With each struggle, with each desperate attempt to push him away, his fingers pressed deeper into my throat. My lungs burned, my vision blurred, and I realized—I was going to die.Here. Like this. Beneath him. Panic seized me.I couldn’t die. I couldn’t.Leon—he needed me. I had to stay alive for him.What would happen to him if I was gone?What would Asher do to him if I wasn’t here to protect him?Tears spilt from my eyes as I started to beg."Asher, please… please let me go. Please, I’m begging you." My voice was weak, hoarse, barely a whisper. "Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry."My vision started to fade. The edges of the room darkened, my body growing weaker by the second. My limbs felt heavy and useless. The fight was slipping out of me.And then—He let go.I gasped, sucking in air so violently that my lungs screamed in pain. My body convulsed as I coughed, trying to get oxygen back, my tears hot and endless. My hands clutched my throat as I struggled to bre
I was eager to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him everywhere. I especially wanted him somewhere that was calling out to him. Somewhere that needed him more than anything right now. I wanted him to fuck me. My hands went towards him as I started touching his chest, the firm muscle beneath my fingertips a stark contrast to my own trembling flesh. Planning to make my way towards his defined abs and go down there towards his member to touch him, to ignite the fire that was already burning within me. But just as my hands went towards him, he immediately caught my hands, his grip like steel, and put them in a grip on one of his hands. A little too rough for my liking, the sudden constraint sending a jolt of unease through me. Then he stopped what he was doing, the whirlwind of passion abruptly ceasing. The two of us were now breathing heavily, the air thick with unspoken desires and a tension that crackled between us. He looked into my eyes, his gaze piercing, and
When we got home, Luca carried Leon to his room, took off his shoes, and tucked him into bed. Watching him drift off, I couldn’t help but feel love and sadness. It was hard to put into words, but I knew that, somehow, I was giving him the world, even though I wasn’t sure of my own place.Just as Luca turned to leave, I stopped him. The words came out before I could second-guess myself. “What about the tutors you mentioned? Leon hasn’t been to school yet, and I haven’t heard anything.”Luca paused his hand on the door. “Don’t worry. Everything’s under control. People are being verified, and by next week, you’ll have the timetable for everything. Just trust that they’re getting everything sorted out for Leon.”I nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely convinced. At least they were doing what they promised. For now, I should be grateful for that.It was getting late, and I figured Maria must be in her room next door to Leon by now. I didn’t want to disturb her, especially not when she nee
I stood there, staring at him, speechless.Luca turned to leave, but then he stopped. Slowly, he came back toward me, taking my hand in his. His gaze locked with mine, softer than I had ever seen it."I always liked you, Ari. I am so sorry about what happened to you. I know the next few days won’t be easy. I know Asher will push you, but…" He exhaled. "I think he still has feelings for you, even if he won’t admit it."I pulled my hand away and scoffed. "Yeah, I can see how much he loves me."Luca shook his head as if there was more he wanted to say but decided against it. Before he turned to leave, he added one last thing."I haven’t turned the cameras on yet. But as soon as I walk out that door, I will. So take care of yourself, Ari."I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing or simply acknowledging what he said.I felt my throat tighten, my vision blurring. I swallowed the lump forming, forcing the tears back.As Luca stepped toward the door, he paused one last time. "Take ca
"You wanna go and choose your room upstairs, buddy?" Luca asked Leon.Leon’s eyes went wide. "I can choose my own room?"Luca smirked. "Yes. You can even choose your wing. Do you want the west wing or the right wing?"Leon gasped, spinning toward the grand staircase. "I'm going to see all of the rooms!" He bolted up the stairs, his laughter echoing through the house."Leon, wait! Be careful!" I called after him. My heart clenched at the thought of him running through an unfamiliar place. What if there were stairs he could trip on? Something he could knock over?"Relax," Luca said, waving me off before calling out, "Maria!"A young woman appeared from the hallway, moving swiftly toward us. She was petite, dressed in a neat uniform, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun."Mr. Morelli. Madam," she greeted formally.Luca turned to me. "Ariella, this is Maria. She’s your maid-slash-nanny."I blinked. "My what?"Maria gave a small bow. "Hello, Madam Ariella."I forced a polite nod. "Hello,
My mouth hung open, but Luca just smiled, like this was all some funny joke."You ain't planning on keeping the money so you can run away from Asher again, are you?" he asked, amused.I stared at him, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. That only made him chuckle. Then, as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world, he burst into laughter.Luca laughed so hard I didn’t think I had ever seen him like this. It wasn’t just a chuckle—it was a full, uncontrollable laugh, his shoulders shaking, his head thrown back.I frowned, growing more irritated by the second."You can't be serious," he said, still laughing.I just stared at him.Then, still chuckling to himself, he turned and walked out of the diner, shaking his head as he headed toward the car.Thank God Leon was too busy with his food to pay attention. He hadn’t noticed our exchange or pretended not to.I paid the bill and followed him outside. By now, I was mad. No—fuming.I got into the car, sitting stiffly, arms cross
There was a way that Luca was treating the whole thing. If we were to put him into terms, we would say he was here to kidnap me.But can you even call it kidnapping if you're being forced into doing things?It was the way he was so sure of himself, so certain that I was going to do everything he said just because he was Mafia, just because Asher had asked him to.But he didn’t know me. Not this new version of me.I wasn’t just going to let them pick me up and throw me into their cage, controlling me with their batons. I had survived too much, fought too hard, to let them take me without a fight.So, I decided to use Luca’s weakness against him.He hit the top of the roof of my car twice as he said, "Come on, let's go." Then, without another word, he started walking back toward his police cruiser.No. He wasn’t taking me that easily.I turned the car back on, gripping the wheel tightly. Just as I was about to press my foot on the gas, a hand shot out and held mine in place.I stiffene