He never knew how hungry his heart was until he had the taste of her love. He is infernal. She is angelic. Marcello Colombo, the third in command in one of the biggest crime families in New York, is well known for being relentless, cruel, strategic, notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants—and for having absolutely no interest in love and commitment. Not until he met Mariana Anderson and suddenly he found himself thirsty for her with an unquenchable desire. As the eldest and unfavourable daughter of her father, Mariana Anderson, was oblivious to her father's crimes until the day she met Marcello, the devil himself. She knew getting involved with a man like him would be dangerous. But who would have known that what fate had in store for her was different and shocking? Not only did he kidnap her and take her as his hostage, he was also going to marry her, and she had no say, but that is not even the worst of what she was going to experience as the wife of a Mafia consigliere. As Marcello began the quest to seek his parents' killer, he was forced to accept a horrible truth, one that would unfold more and more secrets along the way.
View MoreBob down, nine-year-old Marcel Ferrari hoped no one passing by the dark backstreet could see his small form resting beside the nightclub's dumpster. The sideway and the club seemed busy tonight, but he risked it anyway. It was the best place to find leftover foods or drinks, even if it was dangerous. He'd heard shouts coming from inside and saw people going in and coming out of the club, even wealthy business men dressed in their suits but he decided to mind his business. He has always done so ever since the tragic death of his parents.
The passage smelled disgusting, like garbage and death. But it was cool, and the roof above provided shelter from the drizzling rain.
Soon, he would turn ten.
He can't believe that it has been a year since his parents died. Today marks the first anniversary of his parents death. It was also his birthday.
This was not how he thought he would spend any birthdays.
He anguished at the outcome of his family. He'd watch a year pass by as an homeless orphan. A year, he thought. It was an awfully long time for a young boy to be on the busy streets of New York City, going from one street to the other to find food, or rather steal food and also struggling to find a safe shelter to sleep. Whether dirty or not, just as long as he had a roof over his head.
Marcel had the suspicion his father was involved in a business with a gangster. He had once overheard him talking on the phone with a man he called 'Boss' several times . But Marcel was too naive to understand what was going on and he thought it was normal for his father to talk to his boss at his place of work not until…
"Are you hungry, child?" The deep voice came from nowhere, disrupting Marcel's thoughts. The man spoke in Italian, not English, though Marcel was very good at speaking Italian and a little bit of Russian language which his father forced him to learn to speak.
Marcel's eyes popped open to darkness, fear consuming him. His hands were already shaking. Instantly he turned, his gaze swept to meet a pair of blue eyes.
Marcel frowned, eyeing the man up and down.
'Why is he smiling at me as if he knows me?' he asked himself.
The man crouched down to Marcel's height and something Woody smelling and spicy wafted the tones of the man's cologne.
In his clean, tailored suit, the man looked wealthy. Even his shoes shined in the dark pathway.
"No." Marcel replied, lying.
"I know you are, Marcel." The man smiled seeing the surprise look on Marcel's face. "If you are hungry, I will feed you."
Marcel frowned. "How do you know my name?" He questioned.
"Your father was my best friend before he died." He said.
Marcel could swear that he saw something like guilt flash in his eyes before disappearing.
The man raised up his hand to touch Mercel on the head.
Like a scared mouse, Marcel moved back quickly, twisting his ankle in the process and fell down to the wet floor.
The man frowned at the obvious fear. "I won't hurt you, child."
Marcel looked at the man unsure of what to do. He knew he should never trust anyone. His father told him before he died. He promised his father not to trust anyone.
Someone had betrayed his father. Someone killed his parents and made the cops close the case and cover the whole truth, making it seem like his father was so drunk and crazy that he killed his wife and when he realised what he had done, his father committed suicide. What a scheme!
In one particular day his family was destroyed.
How could he possibly trust or even love anyone after all this?
This was a trauma he had to live in for a little child like him. He couldn't bear the thought of being taken to an orphanage home so he ran away. All his father's properties were seized by the government, or so he thought.
"Marcel, I am Jacopo Colombo. Your father and I were best friends. Please trust me. Your father will be angry with me wherever he is if I let you continue on like this."
How did this man come to know where he was? He had been hiding for a year from the eyes of the press and cops.
Marcel stood up and forced himself to swallow the bad taste in his mouth. "You don't believe that my father killed himself, right?" He looked at Jacopo with hope in his eyes. He just needed at least one person to believe in his father, to believe that his father could never do that to his family.
"Who knows? I--it might be true he committed such a crime…"
"That's a lie. My father would never do that. He is a good man. I'm sure he is." Marcel defended on the verge of tears.
Jacopo chuckled. "You're naive, child. There are a lot of things you don't know about your father, Emanuele."
"W-what?"
"Your father was a consigliere, I was like your father was, but I'm the Capo now. Do you understand what that means?"
Marcel understood what it meant. He knew his father had something to do with an illegal society but he hoped it wasn't true.
Could it be his father actually killed his mother and committed suicide?
Tears streamed down from Marcel's eyes. "I…I didn't know. I wasn't sure."
"Do not cry, child. Let me take you with me. I will take care of you."
"How am I certain that I can trust you?"
"I have two little boys and a girl of my own." Jacopo continues, "Adriano, Giorgio and Gabriella. Adriana just turned ten. Giorgio seven, going to eight and Gabriella is four. I bet they would all love to meet you."
"I don't think I can live with you." Marcel said quietly, needing Jacopo to understand
"You shouldn't live like this anymore. I will raise you as my son."
My son, Marcel thought.
If he goes with this man, he would have a roof over his head, good food to eat, a bed to sleep in, another family and clean clothes to wear. How could he refuse such an offer?
This man was his father's friend. What harm could he possibly do to a homeless orphan like him?
Marcel slowly nodded his head.
Before he could say a word, he found two hefty men standing before him behind Jacopo.
"He is my son. I will take him with me." Jacopo said to them "From now on, we will call you Marcello Colombo. Do you understand?"
Marcello hesitated. "Yes."
"Let's go to your new home." Jacopo said, giving Marcello a pat on his head.
Marcello held his breath as Jacopo slowly brought his hand down.
He saw something. Familiar.
Marcello's eyes widened.
The same tiger tattoo that his father had and the man who killed his parents.
Jacopo had the same tattoo on his hand.
Marcello was carried into the car.
The realisation caught him completely off guard that he didn't know what to say.
Could it be that Jacopo killed his parents?
He was brought back to reality when Jacopo announced. "This is your new home."
New home? Or rather hell?
Marcello's lip trembled as he watched from the car as the large Golden gate opened to reveal a building standing in all its Glory.
"Welcome to the abyss, Marcello."
"Ahhh!" Mariana yelled, squeezing Marcello's hands as her face contorted in pain. "You're gonna be okay, baby. You're doing good," Marcello cooed. Mariana eyed him furiously, "Does it look like I am fucking okay?! This whole shit is your fault!" Mariana bellowed another yell as her breathing began to slow down. Marcello turned to look at the nurses attending to her in confusion. "It's okay. It's the pain talking," one nurse explained, easing Marcello's train of thoughts. "Miss Mariana, you need to give me two more big pushes. I can already see the crowning." "No, I don't want to. It hurts so much," Mariana shook her head as she wanted to sleep. "I feel so sleepy." "No, no, no. Don't sleep. If you sleep, your precious babies die and you don't want that, do you?" Another nurse questioned. At the thought of losing the babies that she had carried in her womb for 9 months, she took in a deep breath and pushed again. "Ahhh!!" "Okay. We're almost there. Give me a big push." "Ahhh!"
"No. There's nothing going on between me and Adriano." Elena told her.But Mariana still didn't believe what she was saying was true. There was something going on between them and Mariana was sure of it."Does Elena trust me enough to tell me?" Mariana wondered."You don't have to lie to me. I can see the way you two stare at each other; even at the gala." Mariana said, with a slight smile.Elena sighed and sat back. "W…we had sex."That wasn't the reply Mariana expected but she was glad Elena had told her.But, wait what?Wasn't Adriano betrothed to Elena's elder sister?"Isn't Adriano your elder sister's fiancee?" Mariana exclaimed, reaching for hand immediately."Yes, I know. It was a mistake, I mean no, it wasn't a mistake for me but for him…" Elena paused, realising she was rushing her words. Her heart tightened in her chest as she looked away from Mariana. "Gosh, I'm such a big fool.""No, you're not a big fool. Do you mind telling me what happened?" Mariana asked, worried.Elan
"Can we change the subject?" She said, She didn't want to talk about John or get reminded of her stupid crush on him. "Aren't you hungry?"Marcello leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, groping her breast in the process. "I'm hungry." He caressed her breasts. "But I don't want dinner." Running his thumb over her nipples, and pinched her nipple, a moan escaped Mariana's mouth and immediately he eased the pain with his tongue and sucked gently."Marcello," she moaned out his name while running her fingers through his silky hair. He swirled his tongue around her hard nipples, biting them, teasing them until they're oversensitive and Mariana couldn't help moan out at the delicious feeling."I want to eat…you." He said, kissing her all the way down to her chest to the top of her pubis. He brushed his thumb on her pubis and Mariana jerked at his touch. "You like what I'm doing to you?" He asked, still rubbing his thumb on her pubis."Yes, yes," she answered, moving her hips up and al
There is not even a trace of the innocent Mariana that Marcello is so accustomed to; instead, Mariana's eyes were misted over with want. She gave him a nod before slowly rising and settling upon his taut, ready cock. The sensation of her close to him caused him to inhale sharply."Oh, God, I love fucking you, Mariana." He groaned.She grinned, and started grinding on him, her tender breasts bouncing. "I love hearing you say that—oh, my God…" she trailed off, her hands on his chest as she moved on top of him, getting more wild by the second.Marcello grabbed her hips and moved upwards to meet her, loving the way she was letting him know that she was enjoying this.Her waist moved perfectly, and Marcello watched her face as she rode him. He moved his hand to her breasts, gently caressing them."Oooh my…Marcello…" She arched her back, moaning as if every thrust felt more amazing than the next."Do you want to come, tesorino?" He gasped, watching her bite her bottom lip and nodding."Beg
"No, you got me wrong. I'm not insinuating that you're ugly." Marcello said. "Infact, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."Mariana popped a red grape in her mouth and savoured the sweet taste it had. "Hmmmm," she moans."You know what you're doing," Marcello groaned."What am I doing?" She asked, feigning oblivion."Turning me on." He said and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom."I'm exhausted." Mariana told him as soon as she lay on the bed."You need to sleep." He told her.Marcello watched her till she slept off.He took out his phone from his pocket and went to Google. He wanted to do a little research on pregnancy hormones. It seems going online is the best way to find all the details he needed.He was doing this so he can be a better support system to Mariana. He doesn't like seeing her stressed out and he was doing his possible best to relieve her of some of the burdens by at least understanding how she feels.He sighed after going through some w
A Week Later.Marcello's phone rang in his back pocket. He knew who was calling but didn't pick it. "Your father is so desperate to talk to me." Marcello told Leonardo."H…he is not going to stop until you give me to him." Leonardo said, shaking.It's been a week of endless torture from Marcello and Alessandro. Not only did they break his jaw and two of his legs but he also lost two of his front teeth.Marcello watched Leonardo, letting his phone ring and ring, before finally bringing it out. He answered the call."Federico," he said, "I wonder why you're so desperate to hear my voice.""Let's meet." Federico replied through the phone."Is that an order?" Marcello raised a brow."I will make you an offer you can't refuse."Marcello's eyes narrowed. "And who said that I'll likely accept your offer?" "Enough," Federico barked. "We both know what you want. I will trade myself for my son."Exactly! This was what Marcello wanted.Come to him, fool."N–no, father," Leonardo cried immediat
Marcello had been in that position before, and he knows what it felt like. He didn't want Mariana to be in that kind of situation ever again.He reached out to stroke her belly, a small smile tugging at his lips. If this baby turns out to be a boy, his name will definitely be Gabriel when he's born. He's a warrior.And if the baby turns out to be a girl, her name will definitely be Giada. A precious stone.Happiness swelled in his stomach, knowing he would have his child soon. Years of not wanting a family of his own, not wanting to be committed to anyone, and now he is blessed twice with both a beautiful wife and a child.Marcello gave her flat tummy a kiss, suddenly feeling eager for her belly to grow bigger."Hmm," Mariana hummed in a sleepy voice. "What are you doing?""I am just enjoying the thought that I will soon become a father.""Okay," she murmured, finally falling asleep.It's only been three months, and he has fallen hopelessly in love with her.Marcello appointed two gua
Mariana awoke to the glare of the sun coming from the window, which hurt her eyes, blinking her eyebrows continuously to adjust to the sunlight.She stayed awake for a while, trying to remember what happened to her, but as soon as the images flashed through her mind— she suddenly felt nauseous.Her body wasn't hurting like before anymore but breathing was difficult. Her face feels swollen and her lips bruised.She doesn't even know the extent of her injuries; she doesn't even know if she's pregnant or not.'My baby?' She thought as she put a hand over her abdomen.Is her baby okay?Marcello came to save them, right? Killed the men who hurt her and took her to safety. He saved her."Mar—Marcello," she called in a croaky whisper.Marcello was in the bathroom so he couldn't hear but as soon as he came out and saw her awake, he rushed over to her. "Mariana," he said, taking her hand in his. "How are you feeling?"When she realised how deeply worried his eyes were, an unintentional tear ra
An Hour Later. "Get the sack off her head." Leonardo ordered one of his men. The sack was removed from her head and Mariana tried to adjust her eyes to the rays that emanated from the light bulb above her head. "Y–you?" Her eyes widened when she recognized the face of her kidnapper. It was the man from the gala. The man who introduced himself to be Leonardo. Why was he keeping her hostage? What does he want from her? He laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, me. Did I surprise you?" Now, Mariana understood why Marcello had told her to stay away from Leonardo. "When Marcello finds me, just know you're a dead man…" She said through gritted teeth. Her chest heaving. Leonardo's eyes glazed over with a burning rage. He slapped her across her cheeks and it stung. "Who is the dead man now?" Mariana really didn't see that coming until his palm landed on her cheek. The sting on her cheek caused tears to well up in her eyes. "Answer me! Who–" he was cut off a
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