Amelia rushed to open the door expecting Matteo at last. She had been restless after receiving a call from Freddie that Matteo had been found and was on his way home. However, as she opened the door, she staggered at the sight of him injured and haggard, almost on the brink of unconsciousness. “Matteo? What happened to you?” She wrapped her arm around him and helped him inside. “Hey, I’m fine, cara,” he murmured, wincing in pain when her hand brushed against his wounds. “Mr. Ricci, we will soon update you on the raid. We’ll surely find your car and return it to you.” Matteo thanked the officer and shook hands with him gratefully. After the officer left, Amelia gently led him to his bedroom. “Didn’t you sleep?” Matteo watched her angelic face close to his and felt glad that he was alive and with her. “How could I? Seth, Freddie, and I searched for you everywhere before going to the police. Ever since we had been waiting for some update on you. Where were you, Matteo? How did you i
“Like when you’ll let me go to the washroom?” Matteo chuckled and released her, although not believing a word she said. He had been awake for a while and had noticed her frown. She was in two minds about something, and he was curious to know what was bothering her. Was she considering leaving him? A strange restlessness settled in his heart. He somehow didn’t want to let her go. Amelia walked out of his room to hers and he sighed, having expected her to stay in his room. ‘You’ve lost it, dude!’ he chided himself before heading to the washroom. Later, he saw two missed calls from the NYPD officer and another from Freddie. He called the officer first to take an update on last night’s raid. “Hello, Mr. Ricci! There’s good news for you. We arrested Mike Murphy and some of his men last night. The others are absconding, but we have retrieved your car from their custody. We had raided Mike’s headquarters too and confiscated drugs worth millions. Their leader is on the run but we have arre
He didn’t wait for her response before capturing her lips hungrily–his tongue stroking hers with a bruising force like never before. It made Amelia’s heart race with anticipation, starting a consistent throbbing deep inside her. She snaked her arms around his neck, willingly welcoming his kiss like it was the drug she needed.His tongue explored all the secret crevices of her mouth, devouring it like it was his last meal of the day. His hands roamed her back, coming up to twist in her hair, angling her head perfectly to meet his insistent tongue. A moan of sheer pleasure escaped her mouth that drove him crazy with desire. His body craved her with a passion and desperation he never experienced before. He had never imagined that someone could drive him over the edge. All the self-control he had exercised for the last four years crumbled to dust and he felt himself drowning deep into her. It was craziness, and he was crazy about her! His mind chanted one mantra: Mine. Mine. Mine.It dr
Amelia made lunch while waiting for Matteo. His voice echoed in her head. He was fine and he would be here in a few minutes. They could resume where they had left off. The thought of him made her aroused. She couldn’t wait to have her first time with him. Lunch was ready when the doorbell rang. Amelia’s heart raced with excitement. Matteo was here! She rushed to open the door but froze at the sight of Cadence on her doorstep. “What are you doing here? Matteo isn’t at home.” She tried to close the door to her face, but Cadence was quicker. She wedged her foot inside and forced the door open to enter forcefully into the apartment. “I’m here to see you, not Matteo. It’s useless waiting for him, anyway. He won’t come back here to you, bitch. He’s mine.” Amelia’s jaws dropped at her attacking stance. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, but this was a criminal’s obsessed daughter. Was she here for revenge? How did the cops allow her inside the building?“I have no wish to see you. Get out! How
Matteo was at his wit’s end wondering who the woman from Sicily could be. He knew no one who had a child. They only kept in touch with his father’s family. Was it one of his cousins? But none of them would seek him out. He wasn’t close to any of his relatives. Worried, he rushed out of his room to find Amelia still in the same place where he had left her. Something seemed terribly amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. What could have happened to her in his absence? She looked up with a frown at seeing him emerge from his room. Matteo instantly missed the connection he had shared with her before he left home. “I have to go to the shop. Freddie called right now.” Amelia nodded at him absent-mindedly and Matteo sighed as he walked away. He would have to find out what was bothering her. Maybe he would after his return. The door closed after him and Amelia got up to rinse the dishes when her phone buzzed with two back-to-back messages. Checking her phone, she frowned at the messages she r
“Stop, Sophia. I know exactly why you’re here. Luigi sent you to get me, right? Own up or I’ll drag you to the clinic for a paternity test. Then I’ll hand you over to the cops for falsely convicting me.” Matteo stood up with a solemn look on his face, intending to do as he said. “Please don’t hand me over to the cops.” She covered her face, breaking down at last. “Then get out of here and never return. You’ve wasted my time already with your shit,” he gritted out angrily, walking towards the door to hold it open for her. “Please, Matteo. Luigi won’t pay me anything if I fail to get you to meet Don.” She grabbed her child’s hand, ready to leave. “That’s your headache, Sophia. I’ll meet him whenever I visit Italy. Maybe next month or maybe immediately. I can’t promise.” Sophia sighed and walked out of his shop with her child, having failed in her mission to convince Matteo. He slumped to his chair to massage his throbbing temples. He knew he had to go to meet the Don soon or they
Amelia sat in her room, staring at her phone. It had been almost twenty-four hours since she left New York, yet all Matteo had sent her was a message and three missed calls. She stared at his desperate plea!Come back, Emilia! Why didn’t he call her afterwards if he really wanted her back? “Amy, Dad wants to talk to you. He’s waiting in his study,” said Gia, her younger sister, flying into the room to sift through her luggage for the fourth time since she had arrived yesterday. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture now. Tell him I’m asleep.” Gia scoffed and gave up her hunt. “Why would I lie? You got nothing for me from New York!” She pouted and stomped away leaving Amelia to groan and follow her out. Ever since she returned, she could sense the displeasure on her parents’ faces. Even her grandparents didn’t look pleased with her. Thankfully, Ryan had gone to Philadelphia for an interview. Else he would have blasted her already for staying away for so long. She sighed and opened th
Getting down at the nearest bus stop, Matteo walked down via Barbarigo with his luggage. He could see the top floor of his house, the clothes drying on the terrace like always. There were a few cars parked right in front of their gates, like always. He remembered those luxury cars his dad had bought for rental purposes. They were their only source of livelihood! When younger, he used to fix them whenever they had a problem and save his dad’s hard-earned money. He always received a ten-dollar bill for his services. He smiled, remembering those glorious, carefree days. They were so different from the life he was forced to lead now. All because of his cousin Rafael. If he hadn’t taken a loan from Alfonso di Salvo, he wouldn’t have to work for him. He would have been a free man today. He stopped in front of his house and opened the gates to enter. His parents should lock the gates! Just then, the main door flew open and his youngest brother, Marcello, rushed out. He froze at the sight
A Month Later“Emilia, start packing up. We’re going to Sicily next week. Marcello just called to announce his wedding.”Amelia gaped at her husband in shock. “When is the wedding? I don’t have a dress to wear!” “Mama will arrange for a seamstress for you. The wedding is three weeks later but I have to help her out.”“Okay, Mila and I will start packing up. Have you informed Marie's school?” “I will today.” Amelia wondered why he looked so excited today. Was it because of Marcello’s wedding? “Will we celebrate our wedding anniversary there, or will we celebrate it here before we leave?” She needed to know to make the preparations. Matteo smiled, his eyes glinting with secrecy. What was he hiding from her? “We’ll celebrate it there. I’ve invited your siblings and their families. Even Brooklyn is coming over with hers.” “Oh, are you making any gala plans? I’m not prepared at all!” she protested helplessly, but he just winked and left. What did it mean? For the next few days, Ameli
After Six Months“Mmmmamaa!” said Aurelio and Mariella clapped with delight. “Mama, Leo said his first word. I taught him!” Amelia smiled at her firstborn with pride. She has been an angel in their lives, helping them in every way just like a grown-up would. “Yes, good job, Marie! I’m proud of you,” said Matteo, watching her interact with the little ones in the nursery. He had just come home after dropping his Mama and Marcello at the airport. His Mama had helped them for the last six months, although Marcello had returned two days after the twins were born. He just came over to escort their Mama back home. “Papàaaap,” said Armano, and Mariella’s little heart swelled with pride. “Yay! Even Armie has learned his first word!” Amelia fed the twins and tucked them for the night, but they didn’t at all look sleepy. “Marie, have you completed your home assignments?” Amelia asked as she went to the dining room. “Yes, Mama.” “Fine, have your dinner and sleep. Mila, please, can you hel
Amelia could feel the contractions rocking her body after every few minutes. Matteo stayed by her side all the time, stroking her hair, and holding onto her hands with concern. It relieved her a lot this time, unlike the last time when she was all alone. Matteo’s family had arrived much later, and she had missed him like a sore thumb then. “Nurse, when will you take her to the birthing room?” asked Matteo agitatedly. “There’s time. It’s still early labor! When the contractions increase in frequency and last longer, we will take her to the birthing room.”Unable to see her in pain, Matteo called his Mama.“Can you come over, Mama? I’m feeling so lost with Emilia in labor pain.”“Are you in the hospital? Where’s Mariella?” asked his Mama in a state of panic. “Yes, Amelia started her contractions and we are in the labor room. Mariella is at my friend’s house.” “Why didn’t you inform me before?” said his clueless Mama. “The delivery date was two weeks later. I thought of informing yo
The next morning, Matteo received the biggest shock of his life! Lucas’s blog post and his social media post went viral overnight. His shop became the go-to place for people with expensive cars to repair. The space in front of his shop was teeming with cars left behind by the customers. The men were struggling with work. Matteo employed extra hands to help. He became a star mechanic overnight! “Mama, look! Papà is on TV!” squealed Mariella as she browsed through the channels. Amelia emerged from the kitchen and sat down to watch the talk show. Her eyes popped out to see her husband with Lucas Donnelly! They discussed cars and the cars he designed, repaired, and remodeled at affordable prices. Tears pricked at Amelia’s eyes while her heart swelled with pride for him. He had gone through a lot and truly deserved some happiness now. “What’s your inspiration, Mr. Ricci? Apart from your love for cars,” asked the host.“This shop is a dream project of mine, but I don’t give up only becau
With so much work to do, Matteo didn’t get a moment's respite to go home. Freddie and his team worked on the Ferrari, since their fate depended on it. They had to please Lucas Donnelly. It was, after all, his favorite car! It was late when Matteo returned home to find Amelia fast asleep with Mariella. He felt worried about her since she always waited up for him. He had to talk to her and convince her to see the doctor. The next morning he sat down to breakfast, but Amelia wasn’t present at the table with them. Mariella gave him a sad look as she ate her breakfast alone. “What happened to your Mama, Marie?” “She’s sick, Papà. Last night she threw up her dinner. Even today she threw up twice already. Can you make her better? I hate it when she’s sick!” “Don’t worry. Have your breakfast. I’ll check up with your Mama.” He went into their bedroom to see his Emilia lying down. “Emilia? What happened to you? I’ll take you to the doctor right away,” he insisted. “Who will drop Marie at
Matteo went to see his lawyer to take an update on his health. Mr. Berkeley had stood by him in his time of need, and he was indebted to the man. He wasn’t in great shape and Matteo found him resting on his bed, which was odd. He was the most hardworking person on earth and in all these years, Matteo had always found him in his office, working. “Matteo! I’m so glad to see you, son!” he said, getting up to embrace him.“I’m happy to be back too, Mr. Berkeley. How are you now? Freddie told me about your health issues.” “I’m much better now. I’m sorry I let you down. We didn’t have another option before us. The mafia Don would have burned the entire shop down or killed all of us if we didn’t pay.” “I understand Mr. Berkeley. I’ll figure it out somehow.” He spent some time with the lawyer and then returned home to help Amelia. It was evening and she would be worried about him. “Matteo! What happened? Did you find out anything? Is the shop still there? Marie and I were about to go dow
The customer care representative showed him the figures in their database. Matteo realized the money was withdrawn from the Brooklyn, New York, branch of the bank. It was too hefty a sum to withdraw from an ATM. What was going on? He had given Mr. Berkeley the sole authority to handle his account. It was alright that he shared it with his wife, but why did he confiscate so much money for himself?“Thank you for your cooperation. I’m not carrying money right now. I’ll deposit it later on.” They left the bank in a state of shock. “We have to go to New York right away, Emilia. I don’t know what’s going on. Apart from you, only one person had access to my account. That was Mr. Berkeley. How could he confiscate my hard-earned money?” Amelia looked at him with concern, wondering if he believed her. “You know, I withdrew very little, Matteo. I can show you all the ATM slips.” “I wouldn’t have minded if you used the money in my absence for your and Mariella’s needs. But it was a hefty sum
The next day, Evita visited them with her son, Riccardo. Not once did she mention Rafael during the entire time she stayed in their house. Amelia felt bad for her. She was quite nice and didn’t deserve a man like Rafael who destroyed her life. “You should move on, my dear. You can’t live alone all your life,” said Matteo’s Mama. “I’m working in a multinational company now as a PA to the CEO. I’ve moved on, Aunt Bianca.” “I meant it on a personal front. Rafael didn’t marry you despite everything. I think you should marry a nice young man and settle down.” “I am marrying my boss next month, Aunt Bianca. He loves me and Riccardo. No one has ever loved me the way he does. I’m glad I met someone like him,” said Evita, and they felt relieved that she found the happiness she deserved. “What’s his name?” asked Marco with avid interest. “Leonardo Bernardi.” “Ah, Leo? He’s a gem of a guy!” said Marco with a satisfied grin. “Do you know him?” asked Evita with surprise. “Yes, he’s Viola’
“Why not? Don’t you want to start Synergist?” asked Amelia in surprise. “Not yet. I want to concentrate on my children. I have three,” said Genelia proudly. “I too have three. I’ll bring them the next time we meet,” said Brooklyn. Matteo, Marco, Marcello, and their Mama joined them soon. “You can keep Dad’s money, Amy. I will shift to South Africa near Brandon’s place soon. I’ve applied for a senior position in a prestigious hospital there,” said Ryan. “Are you both sure? I’ll divide the money and transfer your shares to you.” Viola brought the girls into the room and Amelia introduced them to her guests. “So, when are you shifting to Sicily?” asked Carlos. “In a couple of days. We still haven’t booked the flight tickets,” said Marco. “I could drop you on our way back home. I have my private jet. We’re returning to Napa Valley, California, a day later,” said Nikolas. “That would be great, Nikolas. I don’t want to stay here for so many days. We’ll go with you,” said their Mama.