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JOJO'S POV “You agreed that we would settle this later.” Aunt Sherry grits out to the woman behind her. The woman settles elegantly on one of the cushions like a debutante with years in the pageantry industry. Her gaze zeros in on me for a brief moment and I release a sharp breath as to how much of Jeremy Vongov I see in her. They both have the same black eyes, inky black hair, the same shape of the jawline and their lips carry the exact arch and curve. I fall into a trance the more I stare at her until the weight of her stare falls on me and a cold feeling skitters up and settles on my chest. “Come here, girl.” I look at Uncle Will and Aunt Sherry and they nod their heads that it'll be alright. The woman looks to be in her late thirties but the more I go closer to her, the more the skin of her face changes before my eyes. One side of her face is normal and smooth with lesser wrinkles while the other side of face is more stretched out from years of extensive skin grafting and m
JOJO'S POV “The husband went to visit his estranged foster brother and his wife. He told them about his predicament and they decided to help out. They fertilized the wife's egg with the foster brother's semen and put the fetus in an incubator to grow. As the baby neared the time for hatching, The couple's sins started to catch up with them. So when the baby was delivered all happy and healthy, they dumped the baby on the door of the foster brother and his wife with a horrid little note that told them to take responsibility for the child.” Anita looks me in the eye, “Now, how's that for disgusting, child?” “Very disgusting.” I agree with a straight face but my heart is beating so hard, it feels like it'll fall out of my chest if this woman keeps talking. “That's not all, this sickening couple decided to stay close to the baby, making themselves up as real relatives of the foster brother, can you imagine the level of incest?” She says with a hand over her mouth like we're gossip p
JOJO'S POV I focus my glare on Anita, “Are we doing this? Or Like Will said, Are we going to war? Anita shakily stands on her feet, stalking towards me with a blank expression on her face. “Don't think I didn't see you bullshiting your way through this marriage deal.” She whispers into my ear and a harsh breath saws through my lips as I exhale. “My son isn't marrying you because you're beautiful or the best amongst the rest, this marriage isn't an alliance. It is your punishment and if by six months you aren't in Tuscany the Guerrero family will be forced to wage a war against your people. Everyone you know and love will be dragged to A Casa Do Ouro for torture until you come back to take their place or they die then it’s onto the next.” “You can't do that.” My voice is barely a whisper and there's a buzz in my ear that's getting louder by the minute. I stamp down the panic attack and force myself to concentrate on counting backward slowly. “Watch me. If you think Junior is disgu
JEREMY'S POV I land on Tuscany soil the next day and it's almost sunset. I need to get into Guerrero's compound before sundown to get a feel of the layout so I call Malakai and he answers on the fourth ring with a yawn. “Who's this?” He says groggily. “Who do you think, Kai?” I pinch the bridge of my nose, masking my annoyance. “Oh shit!” Something crashes, I hear a deep curse and he clears his throat, “When did you land?” “About an hour ago.” Another yawn, “What kept you so long? It's like seven in the morning back here.” “Customs and something wrong with my passport. Why don't you ask me about the weather?” I ask with a calm I don't feel and he falls for it. “Oh yeah, how's the weathe—” “I don't care about the fucking weather Kai.” I snap, my voice high and depicting waves of rage, and the people moving around me turn and stare with wide eyes. “Whoa, you better calm down tiger, I see two airport security heading your way.” “Where's the nearest exit?” “You couldn't even f
JOJO'S POV The morning of my wedding comes with a shuddering shriek. I bolt upright on the bed in confusion, turning left and right for my bedmate. Another ear-splitting shriek has my eyes shooting to the bathroom door. I dash to the locked door and bang it open with my foot to see Katrina curled up on the cold floor with her eyes slammed shut, writhing in pain and mumbling garbled words. I trudge back to the room and grab the blanket, then back towards Katrina’s sleeping form. Every step closer to a door is a strong reminder that I'm the cause of her pain. That I should never have let her walk out of the room. That I should've protected her like I promised. I gently cover her with the blanket and she shivers as the warmth envelopes her skin. I hold her hands and squeeze as I settle beside her and tremors rack my bones as I sob silently. Tears stream down my face to the tiled floor with a useless splat. Tears for who I was Tears for what I let happen to me. Tears for what I'm ab
JOJO'S POV According to the script Madame Silva sent, I'm supposed to meet the bridegroom at the venue entrance, then we'll walk into the hall together to the altar and the alliance will officially begin. I'm striding to the entrance of the wedding hall in the black gown with the white veil covering my face when a hand pulls me into what looks like a supply room and the door slams shut. I come face to face with Uncle Will— my father and his eyes have that intense gleam that he always gets when he's scheming something mischievous. He looks at me and inhales sharply as he drinks in my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I ask stiffly, subconsciously ticking all the personal hygiene boxes in my need to know why he's gawking at me like that. He heaves out a dry cough and takes my hand. “The gown's fitting for the occasion.” He comments dryly. “I'm glad you approve of my wardrobe, Father.” I spite, reminding him that I haven't forgotten or forgiven him. “I know you're doing this
JOJO'S POV Madame Silva stands and my hope dashes to quicksand as she opens her mouth, “You can skip that part, Father.” The priest doesn't look too happy about it but he forges onto the next question. (Priest) “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live? Madame Silva stands again and I blurt out, “I am.” Jeremy is staring at me in shock when I subtly step on his foot prompting him to answer the question and he answers with a solemn voice. “I am.” The priest nods his approval and looks down at his book. (Priest) “Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.” We stand there awkwardly until the priest leans towards Jeremy. “Take her hand.” He whispers. “He looks like he hasn't touched a girl all his life!” A soldier hoots and the hall erupts in boisterous laughter even the servants are chuckling quietly.
JEREMY'S POV I stalk into the north wing of the mansion and note how empty it is given the amount of soldiers has doubled in the last hour. and I need a way out of here. I need more gun power. And I need to get out of this fucking onesie. I curse as I rip the stupid thing from my body and leave the empty gun on the floor as I peruse the rooms on each side of the hallway. You made a stupid decision Kila, my head taunts. Coming back to this death trap without asking for a proper identification. What if the maid's dead? Or the guards took her? You didn't even ask for the room number or the girl's description? Fuck. What if Josephine sent me on a wild goose chase because she still hates me and wants me dead? What if she’s hoping the guards would catch me in my search for her non-existent maid and make her a widow? At least then she can go back to the States free from everything that has to do with Mafia life. Focus Kila. I open the third door on the right side and my lips tilt upwa