"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
"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!"
Bob 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.
Marcello awoke with a jolt. Sweat slicked up his skin, leaving beads of sweat spotting across his naked chest. For a moment, he laid on the bed staring at the ceiling of his room.It wasn't often he dreamed of that night in Manhattan, not anymore. Sometimes it could've creeped into his mind and it wouldn't let go. The memory itself was a nightmare. That night, he had followed his parent's killer to his dwelling. Jacopo took him off the streets, gave him a home, but every good deed has its own price.Marcello released deep breaths, running his fingers through his dark hair as he sat up on his bed. As hard as he tried to tolerate Jacopo, he couldn't keep in the hatred he had for him. There wasn't a thing Marcello wanted for when he grew up in Colombo's household other than to get a lot of power to be able to get his revenge on his parent's killer.He started from an errand boy, to a chauffeur, to a drug carrier and now he was their consigliere. The third in command. He did a lot of ha
'Never said I was.'Mariana's brows pulled together."What gave you the right to be in such a place and pretend to be a priest?" He glanced her way, gaze lazy. "I came here for confession or isn't that what this place is for?" The most embarrassing thing about it was that she couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not. It was obvious he was. He had sat there pretending to be a priest while he listened to her embarrassing confession. His stare swept her from head to toe, burning her skin. But when his gaze met hers, watching her with hooded staring into-the-sun expression, waiting for a remark from her.They stared at each other. Mariana takes in his appearance. He was handsome and sexy. He had the kind of rugged good looks that belonged to outdoorsy men, like woodcutters. He was wearing an all black suit and a black leather glove. He wore black from head to toe. She swallowed. Black ink covered the left side of his neck. Warmth rushed thr
Her lips trembled. She didn't say anything.A corner of his mouth quirked up. "brava ragazza." Good girl.He spoke too fast for her to understand what he had said. But it was obvious he spoke in Italian. Very Italian. She stared at his lips, they looked luscious, and the Italian words pouring out of them was so seductive. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.He dropped the gun from her waist."No one steals from a Colombo man." He turned to face Anthony. "Your daughter is coming with us. She'll be with us until you bring back what you stole from my boss."He turned to her. His eyes were unreadable.Lifting up his empty hand, he brought it behind her neck.Instead of releasing her, he tightened his hold."We're leaving. I'm taking her with me." He informed his brothers and they nodded their heads."Where are we going?" Mariana questioned."You are asking a lot of questions."They headed out of the church without anyone noticing anything amiss until they arrived
The maid quickly covered her mouth as she realised Mariana had no idea of the marriage."Excuse me." The maid said, rushing out of the room and locking the door behind her.Mariana felt like she was falling. There is no way she was going to marry that man. She'd rather die!The following day.Mariana could not even close her eyes, let alone get to sleep. She spent most of the night pacing the floor cursing her father and Marcello, hating her father.. How could he had done this to her? He couldn't have thought of a worse punishment. She was locked up in a strange environment, paying for his crimes.Marriage?To a consigliere, the adviser to a Mafia family.To him of all people. A dangerous man who had the coldest grey eyes she'd ever seen.There was a knock on the door and when she opened it she found a maid holding a tray of fresh fruits, scrambled eggs and a glass of juice."Your breakfast, signora." The maid said, smiling.Not long after the maid had left, another one much older arr
Mariana could feel her life flashing before her. Was he going to pull the trigger? She wasn't sure. In her twenty-one years of living, she'd never had a gun pressed to her head. Never felt cold metal against her temple. Never felt as if her life could be gone, just like that. Never been in such a situation before. The cold in her vein froze to ice. Marcello's voice cut through the drumming of blood in her ears. It was low and smooth, and she grabbed onto it like a life raft. "Put it down, Vincent." "I won't. You killed my uncle!" The barrel shook against Mariana's head, and her lungs compressed. "Tell your man to drop his gun, Federico!" Jacopo said to Federico. Mariana glanced at Marcello, only to stare at the end of a barrel. He was going to shoot the man behind her, but what if he missed? "You're going to shoot your wife, Marcello." Vincent's heated voice vibrated against her neck. "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." Mariana's heart was beating so fast. One. Two. T
"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