Amy enters the diner with a smile plastered on her face, she had woken up without a trace of a hangover and felt oddly refreshed. She was opening the diner today while Arianna had her day off, not that she minded at all. Arianna deserved the day off; her arthritis was getting worse by the day. She was busying herself with her morning set up when she heard a familiar groan behind her and stifled a laugh. Serena had arrived and was nursing a wicked hangover by the sounds of things. She walked over to where the coffee was brewing and poured herself and Serena a cup.
Walking over to her friend, she pops the cup down quietly next to where Serena was sitting. “Good morning, lovely,” Amy crooned, and Serena looked up, staring daggers at her. “This is all your fault,” she cried, and Amy laughs aloud. “Excuse me? You couldn’t keep your hands off that expensive bubbly, Ms. Manzini. This is not on me.” Amy responds, hand over her mouth as she ch
AntonioThe traitor was lying beneath his feet when he stepped over him. Antonio wipes his knuckles off a cloth handed to him by Luciano, his brother looking wary of him. “You okay, Tony? You nearly killed the guy with only your fists.” Luciano asked him, knowing better than to question his older brother. Luciano looks down at the crumpled-up excuse of a Made Man and spits. Antonio shoots him a look that made him shut up immediately, all questions were forgotten. “I’m done here, give him concrete shoes,” Antonio says and steps out of the warehouse that served as a torture room.Did he know why he was filled with such pent-up rage? Of course, he did and it had a name.Amy.Why had she pulled away from his touch as if she were ashamed to be seen with him? Did being seen with him in public really have such an adverse effect on her? He would have to get to the bottom of it if he were to stay with her, the
Amy sat down across from Dimitri and could not help but laugh at Dimitri and his jokes. He was such a sweet guy and incredibly funny on top of it. He also didn’t make her feel intimidated or made her question her choices when she was around him. “So, I’ve noticed that you don’t have an Italian accent. What brought you to this sleepy town?” Dimitri asked suddenly, interested in her backstory. Amy stiffens at his question. The last person she told this story to had decided to trample all over her feelings.Sighing, she looks at Dimitri, “It’s a long and incredibly sad story. I’ll tell it to you, but you have to promise me you won’t feel pity for me, okay?” she asks him with an eyebrow raised. He chuckles and puts a hand over his heart and says, “Клянусь всем сердцем.” She looks at him confused to which he responds with, “Cross my heart.” And she nods, laughing. “Okay, so a f
AntonioHe watches her leave with the Russian and pushes the whore in his arms away. He could see this hurt and confusion in the whore’s eyes, but the kiss was only a display for Amy. The only reason he was here with her anyway was that she wanted to come shopping, and being the daughter of a politician, he needed to kiss ass for his father. He never expected to run into his Amy here, and to see her with the Russian just sent him off the edge.“Are you done?” he asked her, getting quite impatient with the whole thing now. She looks up at him with flirting eyes and bats her eyelashes, “Oh come on, Tony. We both know you have to be here with me as long as your father requires the support of mine. The least you can do is pretend to like it.” She says to him while running a hand up and down his chest, a bit too confident for his liking. He grabs her by the wrist and brings his face closer to hers, “Listen here, Mari,
The fact that Antonio had not contacted her close two months since he showed up at her door proved to Amy that things between them were over. She wasn’t sure why his absence hit her so hard, they hadn’t known one another that long, and yet his presence had left an imprint on her heart. One she knew she would not shake for a very long time.Dimitri had become a constant in her life. He had been there for her when she thought her hurt would swallow her whole, a confidant in her time of need and a brother she never knew she needed. He did not ask for more, didn’t make subtle moves or touch her for longer than two seconds. She was scared of growing closer to Dimitri as she did not want him to think she was leading him on, but he had assured her that it was the last thing on his mind. He was in Sicily on business and that is how it would stay.It was one particular evening when Dimitri came into the diner earlier than usual. He had a concerned
They lay in silence staring at one another, neither of them daring to make a sound. If this was a dream, then fate was playing a cruel joke.Antonio had brought her to his home, a secluded villa not too far from his father’s mansion. Where Giovanni Russo lived in opulence, Antonio chose to look the other way. The décor was not flashy but reserved. The epitome of an Italian home.Amy had asked Julie last minute if she would not mind staying over to watch Bailey, Julie did not mind at all. She really was a godsend.Antonio smiled the crooked smile she loved so much, “I never thought I would hold you in my arms again, Principessa. I think I have died and gone to heaven.” He remarks and Amy finds herself laughing quietly. “Don’t be so dramatic, Tony. I’m here, we’re here and together.” She tells him and he holds her close, his face stoic again. “Amy… The whole thing with the Russi
Amy opens her eyes to a new day. After Antonio and she had made up one night three weeks ago, she asked him to drop her off at home and he would do so every time she went over to his villa. They took a big step that night, so she would see to it that they take it slow after that. She was not ready to sleep in his bed yet.Sitting up in bed, she brings her legs up to her face still savouring the previous night’s delicious sensations. Antonio had made her feel… beyond words. She knew sex would feel a certain way, but she never thought about what would lead up to it – the foreplay. Antonio seems to be experienced in that department, and she would not hold it against him. She checks her phone for any missed calls or messages and found a text from Antonio, reading the message brought a smile to her face.Te amo, mia Principessa. Sleep well.Remembering Antonio’s admission of love that night had meant t
“Excuse me?!” Amy breathes out, ripping the necklace from around her neck and staring at it. She looked at it closely, but there was nothing outwardly different. No inscription or anything to let her know it was an engagement ring. Then she looked at Antonio for an answer, the anger still lingering behind his eyes.“You did not know. Of course, you didn’t, you are an innocent in all of this.” He walks closer to her and takes the necklace from her, then he put his arms on her shoulders and looks at her with a serious expression. “Amy, Dimitri Baranov is the son of Viktor Baranov. He’s a Bratva prince.” He tried to explain to her, but she felt more confused than calm. A frown plays on her forehead, “You said he was a Bratva prince before, but I have no idea what that means, Tony? He’s royalty?” she asks, and Antonio grinds his teeth in frustration, trying not to get angrier at her ignorance&ld
Antonio arrives 15 minutes later and at this point, Amy was not sure how she would broach this topic with him. She was bound to Dimitri, had been bound to him since she was three years old due to an agreement between two large New York mafia families.And they knew where she lived, and they knew about Bailey.As she opens the door for Antonio, she falls into his arms and sobs her heart out. Antonio, taken aback, holds her tightly and leads them both inside the house. He wasn’t sure what happened in the hour he was gone, but by the looks of things, it was not anything good.Amy composes herself and wipes her tears away. He must surely think she is bipolar by now, telling him to go away one second and crying for him to come back the next. She looks up at him with sadness, knowing nothing good can come of their relationship. “What happened, Amy?” he asks her softly while cupping her face. Amy braces herself. “Do you know anyone by
I watch as Anastasiya walks away from me, and I feel my heart break even more. Deciding to reveal my secret to her had proved futile because she told me exactly what I feared she would. She took Ayden’s side, which is exactly what I would have done if Damon’s fiancee had to do this to him. I was Anastasiya’s best friend, but Ayden was her brother. There was no way I could make her choose between us. Sighing, I turn around and decide to head towards the exit. I do not think I could get through this day. Ana had told me to come clean to Ayden, but he would surely kill me and Matteo. Why did he have to kiss me?! How could I have been so stupid! I walk down the corridors and spot a familiar figure heading my way and froze. Ayden was walking with another girl with long blonde curls. She was an older girl from New Orleans and belonged to the Benedetti family, a Mafia Princess if there ever was one. Poised and proper. I slipped into the classroom next to my
Killian was sitting opposite me, trying to convince me to change my mind.“Please reconsider, Anastasiya. I am sure we can make this work.” He said as we’re sitting in St Leonard’s cafeteria. I had decided to take my father up on his offer of choosing someone of my own free will. Killian and I would never work, not after finding out about his man whore ways.“I’m sorry, Killian, but I have seen and heard things about you. We would never work out, not with your wandering eye and cheating ways.” I tell him and stand up from the cafeteria table, “You’re free now to fuck around with whoever you want to, just not with me.” Then I turn to leave.The last thing I needed was to be disrespected by a boy in a lower tier than my Bratva line.I started adopting more of my brother’s attitude and confidence over the last few days. Seeing how people respected him when he walked into a room made me realize
We have just left the hospital after seeing my mother. Her MRI showed nothing serious was wrong, but the blow to her head heavily concussed her. I have to admit that seeing her pale and bleeding had scared me half to death. My mother had always been a fighter, she was the toughest woman I knew and worthy of the title of Bratva Queen. She was quiet when she needed to be and fiercely protective of those she loved.Which was why I understood her decision to not tell me about Dakota and Matteo.After I met her on the stairs, I realized that I had forgotten my phone on the counter downstairs. I got the end tail of her conversation with a man I trusted above anyone.“It wasn’t supposed to happen, Ama. I think of Ayden as my brother as well. I would never do anything reckless to hurt him-”“But you have, Matteo. You betrayed him today by kissing Dakota.”My heart stopped at that moment. What had I just walke
It was as if everything was moving in slow motion as I entered the kitchen.Amaranthe turned too quickly and bumped her abdomen on the side of the breakfast nook, then she faltered backwards and started to fall. I ran to catch her, but I was too late… She hit her head on the opposite counter before I could reach her.And she hit it hard.“Alexei!” I scream for her bodyguard, who was nowhere in sight. I told him to be with her at all times, she was too weak to do things on her own now. Amaranthe was always giving him the slip, adamant she could do things on her own.Always trying to hide her weakness away from me, but she didn’t know that I could see right through her.I cradle her in my arms, cradling the back of her head… then I smell it - blood.“ALEXEI! LEV!” I cry out loudly again, feeling completely unhinged now. She knocked her head so hard that she was bleeding, who knows the damage she has
AmarantheSimple things have become more difficult for me to do.Showering takes longer now and I am out of breath by the time I am done washing my hair. Even brushing my hair takes everything out of me.I dare not tell Dimitri how bad the recent cancer treatment has got me, he would surely strangle the newest doctor. Or keep me home.I remember the time I left Dr. Martin’s after she told me it was not cancer they discovered in my mammogram. I felt elated that after a few treatments the growths would have been all but gone and I could move on with my life. But fate did not mean it to be. After Dr Martin removed the growths, the cancer cells spread sporadically; it was as if the growth prevented the cancer cells from growing.I have not heard from Dr. Martin since the cancer was first discovered; I think Dimitri had her killed, but I dare not ask him.I look at myself as I stand naked in my walk-in and sigh. After my do
I watched as Francesco pulled up in his Maybach with two of his bodyguards, and the first thing I noticed was that he had no entourage along with him.Was this his way of showing that he meant me no harm?Even so, this bothered me. Why would he need to show me this?I input my thumbprint on the pad in my phone and the gate opened. Thereafter my men collected their guns and walked them through to my office.I do not know how to handle this. What do I do if I discover my family might be in more danger than I originally anticipated? Amaranthe is too weak to go into hiding by herself.Francesco saunters into my office and glances towards my desk with a disturbed look on his face. His bodyguards follow suit and stand behind him.“Dimitri,” he greets me with a nod and I return the gesture.“Glad you could be here, Francesco,”There was no point in being an asshole right now. If there was something he needed to
Ayden is sitting opposite me, waiting for my next move. He does not yet know that most of the work of a Pakhan is done without the use of his fists. This is the reason we have enforcers. The negotiations my father has done throughout the years and what I have achieved after he died, were all done through our enforcers or via meetings with leaders.This is why I’m currently staring at Francesco’s number.I press dial, willing my anger to come to the forefront, and Francesco answers on the fourth ring.“Bratva Bishop! To what do I owe this surprising call?” He answers in a mock surprised tone, causing me to grate my teeth.“What happened to the Bratva and Cartel keeping out of the other’s way, Francesco? I thought we had a, how did you call it, unwritten rule?” I reply, echoing his sentiment from years ago. Before Sergei’s brother’s deed, we had kept out of the other’s way.I hear him chuckl
There seemed to be another war brewing, and this time it was between Bratva and Cartel members.I looked down at my most trusted man. The man I had trusted with my children, with my wife and with my own life - only to find out he had done the most despicable thing I could ever have imagined,And all under my own roof.Kiara did not need to say more I understood clearly; now I am in the basement where my fists were meeting his jaw repeatedly; the last blow dislocating it completely.“‘Mitri!” Came the voice of Sergei, my brother for all intents and purposes, “Keep him alive, I need to get a few blows in as well.”I know Sergei was itching to get his hands into Boris, but this was my blood debt to take. He violated Kiara while I trusted him inside my home.Looking over at Sergei, I shake my head, “I failed you, brother. I trusted the wrong man to protect your daughter with and now he has taken something from
Dakota Dereon - 16 Years OldThey say the life of a Dereon will always be privileged.Elizabeth and August Dereon are my parents, known as the CEO Power Couple, they instantly tripled everything they touched in profits. My older brother, Damon, was set to follow in their footsteps, while I was to become a Bratva wife.The prospect of being married to anyone in the Bratva would make any woman shiver right down to their bones. Especially if that person was the son of The Bratva Bishop, Dimitri Baranov.But not me.Ayden and I have been close since we were young, we were inseparable, and now our parents have fated us to be married. It was perfect.Until Matteo had to ruin it.It was the evening of my Sweet 16, Ayden had snuck some of his father’s Vodka into the punch bowl, and our parents being exceptionally trusting had kept us unsupervised. An hour later, and everyone was drunk. Ayden had passed out on my bed whe