[ Arielle ]I gulp down, embracing myself with my hands, the heavy fur overcoat wasn’t helping much in this chilly weather as I was trying my best to reach home before my father comes. It is an unsaid rule in my house, no women should be out after six and it’s past seven thirty. I don’t need to visualize what my father would do to me if he finds out that I wasn’t home before the dusk.I live in a world where my life was decided for me even before I was born and since last twenty-one years, it has been the same. I can’t even breathe without my father’s permission. My father is Desmond Wilson, the head of the American mafia syndicate. He is the most feared man, the human incarnation of Satan, what people call him in the whispers of night. His power radiates off him, power that demanded respect and obedience from everyone, the business, enemies and family.I took a deep breath and began to walk with quick steps, I already regretted ditching my security. Sometimes, it’s my escape from my
[ Arielle ]The room shrank two sizes when the tall man, whom I had supported on my shoulder entered in my apartment. My paintings were laying in every corner, covered in dust. I hardly come here since my father found out about my passion for painting and art. He thinks it’s useless since I have to make a good, obedient wife in future.He groaned a little when I helped him to sit on the sofa and went to bring first-aid kit. Born and raised into a mafia family, treating a bullet wound wasn’t new to me. I had treated my brothers before. When I came back into the living room, the man laid back on the sofa.I knelt down and carefully removed his shirt to see the severity of the wound. It looked really bad. I took the tweezers and sterilized it before removing the bullet and the man winced. He looked in pain yet he tried to remain strong and unbothered.“You should see a doctor soon or it will get infected.” I said to him but he didn’t respond.I quickly bandaged his wound and gave him pai
[ Arielle ]A feeling of safety flowed through me when I stepped into the patio of my mansion, it was guarded heavily where a fly can’t pass without my father’s permission. Vincent dropped me outside the mansion before my security guards could stop and interrogate him.Breathing for a while, I prepared for the worst. My father’s car was parked outside. I should embrace myself for the punishment waiting for me. I could feel house maids and guards’ gaze on me as I walked passed them.“Where have you been, Miss Wilson? You did the wrong thing by escaping your security, your father doesn’t look pleased.” Parker, my head bodyguard met me in mid way. He looked disappointed.“Where is he?” I asked him avoiding his gaze.“In his home office. Please, follow me.” He said and lined behind me.He can save me from everything but not this. My heart was sinking with each step I took towards my father’s office. Disobedience always comes with punishment.The wooden doors were opened by my father’s gua
[ Arielle ]I groaned as I gained my consciousness. My head felt heavy like I was hit by a hammer. I tried to flutter my eyes and the first thing that came into my view was a sparkling crystal chandelier and soft music. My memories before I passed out began to come back in bits and pieces. My father came to me in the night when I was sleeping. He was furious, burning in rage. He kicked me out of my bed and then asked me to be ready early in the morning. He said nothing. I only remember Alexander arguing with him when father aimed his gun at my elder brother and then I came in between to save him. All I could remember leaving home in his private jet.My eyes widened and I tried to get up but realised I couldn’t move because I was tied on a chair. The room looked like an expensive suite. Fear gripped me. I was locked for sure but when my eyes fell on my appearance in the gigantic mirror, it only worsened mixed with confusion when I saw my dressed changed into a skimpy dress, showing mos
[ Vincent De Niro ]The sound of crushing bones and heart wrenching cries of the man tied on a chair behind me, felt like music to my ears. It was the starkest reminder of my job. It was the death, danger and mayhem that thrive around me since I had to step up on the throne of capo de capi of De Niro famiglia.“Capo, he isn’t cracking his mouth open. I must say he is very loyal to his master like a dog.” Marcello, my right hand man said to me.I turned around and faced the half dead man. It was my normalcy, the copious amount of blood seeped on the floor which lost its original colour and looked more black and crimson due to sedimentation of blood. The basement smelled rotten and putrid. The smell of death lingered in the air.There wasn’t any window. We don’t believe in giving our enemies a chance to breathe or see light, coming here itself means death. Eventually, they’d go to hell.“Your boss think he can steal from me and get away?” I chuckled dryly at the man sitting in front of
[ Arielle ]This morning, I woke up with the worst headache, I felt like someone had hit me with a iron rod. The plain while walls and a cozy bed beneath me, made me panicked. I was in an unknown place. The events from the day prior began to dance in my mind in bits and pieces. I was sold by my father and almost auctioned by some cruel men when another predator saved me and everything went blank after that. Fear gripped my heart in its clutches and I searched for my phone, I sighed in frustration when I didn’t find it anywhere in the room. I recalled it was snatched from me by the Russians.I padded my way to the door and tried to open it and surprisingly it opened, I thanked the God and peeked out, the house was big, I almost gasped seeing it’s marvellous interior but it was awfully quiet.“Do you want something, Signora?” A deep manly voice made me flinch in fear as I didn’t expect a human presence and I turned to look at the left side of the door. There was a tall man in black suit
[ Vincent ]As I finally had a moment to sit down and reflect on the choices I made. I had no plans to meddle with the Americans, especially Desmond, the viper but his secret alliance with Nikolai Ivanov under the nose of European syndicate forced me to take a decision which might determine my position in the mafia, for better or for the worse.My mission had been straightforward, I went to America to trace Nicolai’s links to my stolen shipment, it could be a great taint on my smooth, spotless image I built over years. He ignited an inevitable war which had been under cold ashes since my brother Alessandro’s feud with Dimitri, Nikolai’s elder brother. My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty.This new situation forced me to run the wheels of my mind in every possible direction. I raided their auction and practically abducted Desmond’s daughter. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, her pale blue eyes harbour innocence and purity. She’s born in a wrong world. I want to protect her. An inexplica
[ Vincent ]“I am not going to repeat myself, Vincent.”The man sitting across me said in a whisper like of a viper.I sat calm, unphased by half dozen of American men pointing their guns at me. If someone had seen me like this from my family’s side, they’d be stunned but it was my turn in this game of chess. Right now, he wants to see if he has a leverage on me and I am giving him the disillusive satisfaction.Because it will be me who take the last strike.“My deal is clear, Desmond. I want you to cut your ties with Nikolai if you want to live a few more years and die with respect among your kins. Nikolai is a sinking ship, sooner or later, I am going to destroy him. Russians were never that smart, especially when they made us their enemies number one. Choose wisely, I do not forgive easily, I am giving you a chance because I can see a potential leader in your son.” I said, clearly not liking how I have to repeat myself.He snickered on my proposal, snakes like him don’t let go of t
[ Ella ]“Vincenzo, do you like my best friend?”I broke the awkward silence inside the car. We were stuck in traffic jam. Vincenzo was on the front seat while we were sitting on the backseat. I could notice him stealing glances of Lucy who was busy in her phone or rather trying to hide her shyness in his close presence.Their face welcomed redness. Vincenzo immediately looked out of the window to hide his embarrassment on my bold question.“Signora, I am calling another car, it’ll take you to the designer’s shop because this jam would take time to clear.” Vincenzo ignored my question whereas Lucy passed me a murderous glare.“I’ll talk to Mama. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time but you won’t be with us like this again. I know you, Mr. Mafia. You are brave, fight like an action hero but when it comes to expressing your feelings, you are worse than a shy high-school girl.” I teased him.“Ella, have you lost your mind?” Lucy whispered yelled at me.“Lucy, there’s no use of hiding your
[ Ella ]“Someone is blushing. I guess Mr. mafia is the reason, am I right, Lucy?” Rita teased me.I woke up very late, it was almost afternoon as we talked and made more love till early hours of morning. Marcello left a note with breakfast for me along with some expensive bath salts to soothe my aching body.I could still feel his touches all over my body and it made me really hot. I wanted him to hug me badly. To distract my mind from my boyfriend, I decided to come to the café.“You’re not answering means we are missing here something.” Rita, the over curious friend looked at me suspiciously but then her eyes descended down and widened.“Oh My God! Is it a love bite?” Rita closed her mouth and I froze.“Ella, I can also see this.” Lucy, the wiser one touched my neck gently and I jerked up.I quickly hid my neck with my scarf. I couldn’t meet their eyes due to shyness.“Did you lose your v-card last night?” Rita inspected and I coughed.She’s always the bolder one among us who doesn
[ Ella ]Marcello dropped feathery kisses on my face while his hands parted my thighs. My heart was beating on a dangerous pace. His tip was rubbing on my throbbing pussy.“I love you, Ella.” He whispered against my lips before he slowly eased his way inside me. The feeling was euphoric. He stilled when he was completely inside me. He was huge, I felt so full.“Tell me when you’re fine.” He said softly kissing my forehead.The initial was soon replaced by unexplainable pleasure as he moved inside me in a rhythmic pace. His hands pinned mine above my head.“Please…” I said in need, I wanted him to move faster.“Please, what, mon cheri?” He teased me and stopped moving which annoyed me.“Please, move faster.” I hissed and he slammed hard into me.“As you wish, my love.” He kissed my lips passionately and flipped our position. Now, he was moving into me from behind while his hand rubbed my clit to add more pleasure to our body.His face buried in my neck, he gave me a bite and then kisse
[ Ella ]The raw passion between us could be felt in the air. I could hear Marcello’s heart thumping loudly in his chest as he made me sit on his lap, it was an intimate position.“I think we should stop before it’s too late to hold back, mon cheri.” He whispered tucking my hairs behind my ears.“What if I don’t want us to stop?” I knew what I was doing but it felt so right, so perfect.His eyes met mine to find the gravity of my words, his hand releasing my waist and cupping my face.“Ella, are you sure of your wish because once we step on that path, there’s no going back. I want you to be mine in every sense since the day I saw you for the first time. It’s not my lust but the desire I have for you.” He confessed.My heart fluttered hearing his words. I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach before I leaned and kissed his nose.“I want you to have me, Marcello. I am all yours.” I said and before I could breathe, he sealed our lips and rose from the sofa with me in his lap. He’s so
[ Marcello ]I observed that Ella was lost. She hardly ate anything, when Mama asked her, she said that she had a headache but I could feel there was something more behind her unusual silence. Massimo’s behaviour was also different, he wasn’t as excited as he was before meeting Ella. I hoped they got along well. I want a happy family.Currently, I was driving Ella back to her home. She was resting her head with her eyes closed but she wasn’t asleep.“Ella, do you want me to stop by a pharmacy first?” I asked her. I was concerned for her health.“No, it’s fine, Marcello. I’ll be fine in the morning. I just need a good sleep.” She lazily opened her eyes and said in a low, tired voice.“No, it’s not a problem. You shouldn’t avoid your health. Headaches aren’t common if you don’t have chronic disorder.” I insisted but she leaned on my shoulder and laced our fingers.“I am fine, Marcello. I had a routine health check-up last month. I am totally fine. You are behaving more like my mother th
[ Ella ]I felt nervousness stirring in my stomach as the car drove towards the estate. Marcello called me in the afternoon to ask me if I could join his family dinner tonight and I couldn’t say no because his mother is a very sweet lady. I feel motherly affection whenever I am with her so I accepted his invitation but tonight, I’ll be meeting her as Marcello’s girlfriend.The car entered in the main premises of the estate and immediately Vincenzo and a half dozen guards gathered around the car to shield me even at the safest place in Sicily.“Good evening, Signora Ella.” Vincenzo greeted me and I politely smiled at him.“Good evening, Vincenzo. Well, I need to talk to you. I hope you spare a minute after the dinner.” I said to him and as I predicted, the shy guy looked flushed.“Sure, Signora.” He said with a nod.Marcello was waiting for me at the entrance of the mansion. He opened his arms for me as soon as he saw me. I quickly embraced him.“I missed you, mon cheri.” He said in a
[ Marcello ]“You seem to be in a very good mood today, Capo. I guess it’s Miss Ella, right?” Vincenzo teased me as we practised shooting in the range.I put my gun down and looked at him, “And I guess you’re more interested in knowing if I went to the café and saw her friend Lucy there, am I right?” I teased him back knowing well that he had a serious crush on Ella’s friend but being a shy, introvert man, he’d never make the first move.As I predicted, his ears turned red and he focused on the shooting but he missed the shot.“Love is a distraction and women are a danger sign, Capo. Do you want me to miss my aim like this and come back to you in a plastic bag?” He looked at me.“Love doesn’t make you a weak man and you missed the shot because you are failing to balance your life, if you keep resisting your feelings, I fear you’ll fail at both front, Vincenzo. I am saying this to you with my personal experience. I had seen Capo Vincent closely and how the most successful mafia man saw
[ Ella ]“Marcello.”I called out his name when I reached at the river bank. He was already there, his back facing me, the place was deserted.He turned around and the way he smiled at me, he took my heart away with that contagious smile. My heart ached because I was going to miss it.“I thought you won’t come, Ella.” He said and walked up to me. I was trying my best to hold back my tears.He embraced me and I found solace in his arms.“I missed you, mon cheri.” He kissed my hairs.“You were the one who ignored me, Marcello. I missed you terribly.” I complained breaking the hug.He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.“Marcello, I am here to answer your question.” I said trying my best not to cry and stay strong but I failed. I love this man deeply but sometimes we must take tough decisions for the sake of the people we love.“Ella, if your answer is a ‘no’ then don’t say anything because I can’t take your rejection.” He said in a hoarse voice.“Marcello, please listen to me careful
[ Ella ]“Ella, what are you going to next? This is insane.” Lucy, whom I trusted with everything, asked me after I explained the whole situation to him.“I don’t know. My head is splitting thinking about everything. I don’t know what to do and I hurt Marcello in the process. Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve a man like him.” I said shaking my head with a heavy heart.“Technically speaking, you are the owner of the café on the paper. It is famous for it’s sweet dishes like cakes, cookies and doughnuts. You can transform it into restaurant in the near future. You have loyal customers and well set up business, you just need to invest more capital and mindblowing dishes. You can live your dreams even after marrying Marcello. The marriage can’t be a big fat wedding. You can keep it low for time being if you think his name and personality will overshadow your identity.” Lucy suggested.“It’s not easy as you think, Lucy.” I said going towards the window of my room and saw guards down.“You