Amelia's POVTwo weeks laterIt was Lily and Alessandro's engagement party. One that I had the torture to help planning. It was like Lily wanted to rub it in my face and drive it right into my head that she was the one marrying him. She was calling me every other time, disturbing my peace, asking me to make impossible changes to the initially planned stuff, asking me if I was anywhere near her fiancé since he was not answering his phone, checking up on me, and every annoying reason you could think of.I could not wait to see who was going to have the last laugh.I watched her, holding on to Alessandro like her life depended on it. They stood in the spotlight of the room, and people were congratulating them. Lily had a perpetual smile on her face, while Alessandro looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. His gaze caught mine amongst the crowd, and I winked at him, and I licked my red-colored lips and bit on it. His jaw twitched, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. It was
Amelia's POV A click sound and a flush interrupted my moan, and my eyes flew open. And there, Enzo stood on the door to my bathroom, his phone flashing on us.I froze.“Fuck,” Alessandro cursed as he let go of me. My legs had been jelly, and his support had been the one holding me steady, so I fell over. I was no different from a dead man. Salvatore was going to kill us. He was going to kill my brother. I was going to be the reason why little Ben was going to end up dead. My body started to sweat all over, and I was shaking.My thoughts were interrupted by a thud sound coming from my room. Wondering what it was, I got up and rushed out. Enzo and Alessandro were fighting. There were throwing punches at each other and strangling each other. Alessandro was giving in his all, but Enzo was used to fighting. Fighting was practically his job, while Alessandro did everything in his power to avoid it. So Enzo had the upper hand. I stood there watching helplessly, mumbling what must have bee
Amelia's POV We stopped by his apartment, and he went up on his own and came back a few minutes later with a bag. We also switched cars, and he hit the road again. He was going even faster now, and I was starting to feel nauseated, but knowing the danger we were in, I could not complain. He drove for hours, and I ended up sleeping in my seat. “Amie?” I had his voice, and I blinked my eyes, waking up. “We need to get off here,” he said, and I slowly sat up straight. I glanced at the area, and we were at a train station.“Where are we?” I asked.“Nashville,” he answered, and I nodded. He had been driving fast, but I was still shocked he had gone that far.“Come on, our train will be leaving in a few minutes,” he said, and I nodded.We both stepped out. He carried the bag on his back and carried a sleeping Ben in his arms, and we got into the train.“There are CCTVs here,” I pointed out to him.“I know,” he answered, holding my head and leading the way“Then why are we here? Salvatore
Alessandro's POV A Week Later“Good morning, Angel,” I said, kissing Amelia on the cheek while she cooked.“Good morning,” she answered, her voice low and her concentration on the bacon in the pan.“I will be going to the market later on to pick up a few things. Wanna come with me?” I asked, taking a seat on the kitchen chair. She only shook her head as she started to put the plates on the table. I sighed and stood up.It has been a week since we ran away and another week since we started staying in a house I had bought in Otavalo.That is where I had decided we were going to start a new life. It was a small town tucked in the Andes Mountains. I knew the people who were going after us were good at tracking down people in cities using their affiliates, but Otavalo was too old, and they had zero interest in it. They used technology, using cameras, but here, there were little to no cameras here. It was also easy to fake our identity there. Amelia was now Angel Barnet, and I went by the
Amelia's POVAlessandro and I lay in our bed trying to catch our breath. It was early morning, and he had woken me up with his mouth between my legs. For the past six months, that has been our norm, waking up in the early hours to make love.“Good morning, babe,” I said, shifting to lay my head on his chest. He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.“Good morning, angel,” he said back. “How was your night?”“Perfect. Yours?” I said, looking up at him with a little smile on my face.“Well, I slept next to my angel, so that should not be a question,” he said, and I chuckled. He checked the clock on the nightstand and then said, “I need to get up. I promised Luis I was going to help with collecting grass for the celebration tonight."The Yamor Festive was starting that night, and we were taking part. It had been six good months since we started living in Otavalo, and they had been the happiest adult days of my life. The locals were friendly, and we had blended perfectly into
Alessandro's POV A Week Later“Good morning, Angel,” I said, kissing Amelia on the cheek while she cooked.“Good morning,” she answered, her voice low and her concentration on the bacon in the pan.“I will be going to the market later on to pick up a few things. Wanna come with me?” I asked, taking a seat on the kitchen chair. She only shook her head as she started to put the plates on the table. I sighed and stood up.It has been a week since we ran away and another week since we started staying in a house I had bought in Otavalo.That is where I had decided we were going to start a new life. It was a small town tucked in the Andes Mountains. I knew the people who were going after us were good at tracking down people in cities using their affiliates, but Otavalo was too old, and they had zero interest in it. They used technology, using cameras, but here, there were little to no cameras here. It was also easy to fake our identity there. Amelia was now Angel Barnet, and I went by the
AmeliaI starred at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I could hardly recognize myself. It was as though a stranger was staring back at me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with air and holdingit there, until my lungs started to burn, urging me to breathe out. When I finally exhaled, instead of the calmness I was desperately seeking to wash over me, hot tears spilled out of my eyes, running down my cheeks, and my heart squeezed tight behind my ribcage.I wanted to scream. I wanted to pull my hair. I wanted to do anything just to let out the frustration and despair that coursed through me. But I could not do any of that. I did not want to alarm anyone of the struggles I was going through. Not that anybody near me was going to care. And again, I did not want to ruin the braiding that the stylist had worked so tirelessly to perfect. Salvatore Conti had made it clear that I was expected to be nothing short of perfect. And my new role in life was following thr
My wedding was far cry from the vision I held in my mind since I was a little girl. I had always envisioned myself getting married to the love of my life at the beach, surrounded by our family and friends in beautiful floral dresses and floral shirts. But there I was, engulfed in a sea of unfamiliar faces, marrying a man I despised more than anyone in the world, in a vineyard on his estate. I had no doubt that our wedding guest list consisted of members of The Bandoni Crime Family, or La Famiglia Bandoni as they fancied to call it, corrupt government officials and their business associates. None of these people cared about the couple getting married; they were there for business.Different people approached us, congratulating us. All these congratulations messages should have been directed solely at Salvatore. He was the one who had finally gotten what he wanted. And as for me, they should have been offering me their condolences since I might as well have just signed my own death noti
Alessandro's POV A Week Later“Good morning, Angel,” I said, kissing Amelia on the cheek while she cooked.“Good morning,” she answered, her voice low and her concentration on the bacon in the pan.“I will be going to the market later on to pick up a few things. Wanna come with me?” I asked, taking a seat on the kitchen chair. She only shook her head as she started to put the plates on the table. I sighed and stood up.It has been a week since we ran away and another week since we started staying in a house I had bought in Otavalo.That is where I had decided we were going to start a new life. It was a small town tucked in the Andes Mountains. I knew the people who were going after us were good at tracking down people in cities using their affiliates, but Otavalo was too old, and they had zero interest in it. They used technology, using cameras, but here, there were little to no cameras here. It was also easy to fake our identity there. Amelia was now Angel Barnet, and I went by the
Amelia's POVAlessandro and I lay in our bed trying to catch our breath. It was early morning, and he had woken me up with his mouth between my legs. For the past six months, that has been our norm, waking up in the early hours to make love.“Good morning, babe,” I said, shifting to lay my head on his chest. He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.“Good morning, angel,” he said back. “How was your night?”“Perfect. Yours?” I said, looking up at him with a little smile on my face.“Well, I slept next to my angel, so that should not be a question,” he said, and I chuckled. He checked the clock on the nightstand and then said, “I need to get up. I promised Luis I was going to help with collecting grass for the celebration tonight."The Yamor Festive was starting that night, and we were taking part. It had been six good months since we started living in Otavalo, and they had been the happiest adult days of my life. The locals were friendly, and we had blended perfectly into
Alessandro's POV A Week Later“Good morning, Angel,” I said, kissing Amelia on the cheek while she cooked.“Good morning,” she answered, her voice low and her concentration on the bacon in the pan.“I will be going to the market later on to pick up a few things. Wanna come with me?” I asked, taking a seat on the kitchen chair. She only shook her head as she started to put the plates on the table. I sighed and stood up.It has been a week since we ran away and another week since we started staying in a house I had bought in Otavalo.That is where I had decided we were going to start a new life. It was a small town tucked in the Andes Mountains. I knew the people who were going after us were good at tracking down people in cities using their affiliates, but Otavalo was too old, and they had zero interest in it. They used technology, using cameras, but here, there were little to no cameras here. It was also easy to fake our identity there. Amelia was now Angel Barnet, and I went by the
Amelia's POV We stopped by his apartment, and he went up on his own and came back a few minutes later with a bag. We also switched cars, and he hit the road again. He was going even faster now, and I was starting to feel nauseated, but knowing the danger we were in, I could not complain. He drove for hours, and I ended up sleeping in my seat. “Amie?” I had his voice, and I blinked my eyes, waking up. “We need to get off here,” he said, and I slowly sat up straight. I glanced at the area, and we were at a train station.“Where are we?” I asked.“Nashville,” he answered, and I nodded. He had been driving fast, but I was still shocked he had gone that far.“Come on, our train will be leaving in a few minutes,” he said, and I nodded.We both stepped out. He carried the bag on his back and carried a sleeping Ben in his arms, and we got into the train.“There are CCTVs here,” I pointed out to him.“I know,” he answered, holding my head and leading the way“Then why are we here? Salvatore
Amelia's POV A click sound and a flush interrupted my moan, and my eyes flew open. And there, Enzo stood on the door to my bathroom, his phone flashing on us.I froze.“Fuck,” Alessandro cursed as he let go of me. My legs had been jelly, and his support had been the one holding me steady, so I fell over. I was no different from a dead man. Salvatore was going to kill us. He was going to kill my brother. I was going to be the reason why little Ben was going to end up dead. My body started to sweat all over, and I was shaking.My thoughts were interrupted by a thud sound coming from my room. Wondering what it was, I got up and rushed out. Enzo and Alessandro were fighting. There were throwing punches at each other and strangling each other. Alessandro was giving in his all, but Enzo was used to fighting. Fighting was practically his job, while Alessandro did everything in his power to avoid it. So Enzo had the upper hand. I stood there watching helplessly, mumbling what must have bee
Amelia's POVTwo weeks laterIt was Lily and Alessandro's engagement party. One that I had the torture to help planning. It was like Lily wanted to rub it in my face and drive it right into my head that she was the one marrying him. She was calling me every other time, disturbing my peace, asking me to make impossible changes to the initially planned stuff, asking me if I was anywhere near her fiancé since he was not answering his phone, checking up on me, and every annoying reason you could think of.I could not wait to see who was going to have the last laugh.I watched her, holding on to Alessandro like her life depended on it. They stood in the spotlight of the room, and people were congratulating them. Lily had a perpetual smile on her face, while Alessandro looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. His gaze caught mine amongst the crowd, and I winked at him, and I licked my red-colored lips and bit on it. His jaw twitched, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. It was
Alessandro's POV Amelia had not outright turned down my idea. She had not jumped at the idea either. That did not surprise me. She was smart and knew the dangers of running away from the mafia. “Think about it,” I had told her, and she nodded. I had walked out of her room, and all day I had been hoping and praying she was going to decide to take the risk and run away with me. When my phone dinged, making that sound that let me know she had texted on our app, my heart almost jumped to my throat. I opened my phone and the text read,Let us do it.Fuck! She had agreed to this craziness. My heart did a flip-flop. She loved me enough to risk it all just to be with me. I wanted to hug her and keep her in my arms. I checked the time; it was 3 p.m. My father was not going to be back home in at least four hours. Alberto liked me well enough to let me knock off early. “Al,” I said, getting in his office.“Alessandro, what can I help you with?”“I need to check on a few things for my place,”
Amelia's POVLet's run.The words kept on repeating in my head over and over again. He loved me. He was ready to risk it all to be with me. I wanted to be with him, but running away was too much of a big risk. One that would end up with both of us dead. Not just both of us, but Ben too.“Mrs. Conti,” the girl on the reception called out, and I stood up. I did not know the girl, meaning she was new.“Dr. Miles will see you now,” she said, and I muttered a thank you and headed for the consultation room.“Amelia,” Dr. Miles said as I stepped in her space. Her voice was not if greeting but rather concern.“How did it happen? I gave you a shot a month ago,” she said, taking my hands into hers.“Ivy,” I said, calling her by her real name. “Don't worry yourself. I am not pregnant.” “You are not?” she said, her eye slitting at me.“I am not,” I confirmed. “I had some reason to.”She looked relieved, but then something crossed my mind.“So what are you going to do? He got expectations now.”“
Alessandro's POVShe broke up with. I never expected it to hurt so bad. But it did. My chest felt so tight, making it hard for me to breathe. Even my eyes stung with unshed tears as I stared at the white ceiling while sleeping in my bed.When we started, I had not exactly thought about how our relationship was going to work out or where it was heading. But one thing that was undeniable: I had fallen for her. And hard did I fall. She was all I wanted. She was the one I wanted to be with. I wanted her to be mine, and I wanted to be hers. There was only one way that could happen. That is if we were to get away and run away. But very few people had run away from the mafia. They always get caught, and there was one judgement for those who ran aw