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
When I opened my eyes, my head was throbbing and my body felt heavy, and I wondered why it was so. It took me a while to recall the shootout at the wedding and the green-eyed guy injecting me something after he carried me to his car. Even though my body was screaming in pain and would have appreciated some rest, I needed to get up. My father could have died in that shootout, and Ben might be in danger since he was at Salvatore's house during the shootout. I needed to get up and figure out where I was and then look for my family. I wondered how much time had passed. Ben needed to take his medication. He had type 2 diabetes, and it was never good for him to skip medication. With me away from him, I was not sure if that happened.I sat up straight before opening my eyes. A sharp pain stuck my head and I held my head in my palms, trying to contain the headache. When the ache toned down, I looked around and the room I was in was completely lifeless. Just the bed and nothing else I jumpe
I found myself lounging on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through the channels on the TV, trying to find something that could distract me until Salvatore arrives. Never had I imagined that I would wait for the husband I hated to come home, but there I was, hoping he walks through the door. Hours later, I heard Alessandro calling out my name, and I looked up, seeing him walking into the room. Why was he looking for me now? He had made it clear that he was not interested in having a conversation with me whatsoever.“Yes?” I replied.“Time to leave,” he answered and I frowned.“Where are we going? Is my family okay?” I asked instead,“I am taking you where your husband wants you and as for your precious family, you can ask him when you meet him.”“You didn't…,” I started, but he cut me off.“Get up. I don't have time to answer your questions and neither do have the answers,” he snapped.He might not look like his father, and he might not emanate his father's energy, but he surely was n
Alessandro's POVI was born and raised in the Bandoni Famiglia. And even though I despised the life in the famiglia, I had known from the very start that my fate was sealed within that life. Once you were in, there was no other way out. Guns, blood, and murder were not mere words to me. I had witnessed them since I was born. They were all part of the everyday life of the famiglia and they all made my stomach churn. That is why I decided to hide completely behind the computer.To my father's disappointment, while the other boys were fighting in The Underground, a fight club owned by The Bandoni Famiglia, I was locked up in my room, working on breaking an encryption code of a random company or website. The times you would find me at The Underground were after my father would have dragged me there and forced me into a fight."You need to toughen up and fight like a man," he always insisted.Most of the time I ended up sprawled on the ground, with a bleeding nose and bruises all over my
Amelia's POV3 Months LaterBeing Salvatore’s wife had come with a rigid and outrageous set of rules. But I had tried my best to follow through with the precision of a well-trained solider. I was the obedient wife, following his every command like his soldiers did. I did not put up any fight, and neither did I complain about anything. He wanted s*x; I opened my legs and gave it to him however he wanted it. He wanted an arm candy, I called the stylist and adored myself in designer clothes, plastered my face with make-up, and smiled at everyone until my jaws ached. He wanted to lure a partner during dinner, I sat next to him, acting pretty. I did everything that was expected of me.But somehow, somewhere, I ended up being on the wrong side, and he never failed to show his disapproval. A slap across my face or a punch was his preferred way to communicate his disapproval. I had lost count of the times Calliope had to treat bruises and the times she had to cover black eyes with tonnes of
Alessandro' POV I parked my car in front of my father's house and stepped out. He had been breathing down my neck, demanding that I had to meet him. I knew what it was about. He wanted to make sure I was going to take the oath on the next initiation night, confirming my place within the famiglia. His position in the famiglia was already being challenged since I, his only heir, was being reluctant to take on duties in the family. And what he wanted was to maintain his position in famiglia. The mafia was very traditional, and inheritance mattered a whole lot more than you would expect it to be in the 21st century.Was I going to take the oath?Yes. I was. There was no running away from that. Was I ever going to be really part of the famiglia? Not if I could help it. I walked through the doors and passed a number of guards standing watch. They were more than the usual number and seemed to be more alert too. I guess the attack on his wedding night had made him anxious and paranoid.
Alessandro's POVI got to my penthouse and went straight into my bathroom to wash off my father's wife's blood from my body. I discarded my clothes in the trash can and took a bath, making a mental note that I needed to take my Mesarati to the car wash. It was my favorite.After I was done, I went into my study. I was working on the security system for a research company in the UK, and I thought I could work on that since I was not feeling sleepy even though it was already 2am. I tried to concentrate on my computer, but my mind kept drifting back to Amelia. The haunting images of her frail body on the floor, in the back seat of my car and her on the stretcher bed were etched in my head. The sound of her whimpers echoed in my mind, refusing to fade away.Amelia had made her choices, and now she was suffering the consequences of her involvement with my father. I was not supposed to be feeling any empathy for her; she was a willing victimI sighed, trying to push my thoughts aside and fo
Amelia's POVWe 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 of 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
Amelia's POV He kissed her. Not the other way around. He was the one who drew her closer to him and planted his lips on hers. Right in front of me. My heart shattered into pieces the moment his lips crushed hers. It was like a wine class hitting the floor.I had been wishing I had misinterpreted what I heard during dinner. I was in denial. There was no way my Alessandro was marrying someone else. But reality was unveiling right in front of me. He was kissing his fiance. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I watched them until I could no longer take it anymore. It felt like someone had reached for me instead, and they were wriggling and twisting them. I turned and rushed back to my room. I threw myself on my bed and covered my whole body with the covers.How had I become so stupid? I was a total idiot to believe that he loved me. That he would stick it up with me. He probably was screwing with me as a fuck you to his father. He hated his father and probably wanted to screw him, and wha
Alessendaro’s POVI had not expected my father to act so fast. Dinner was almost over, and Amelia was long gone. I had seen the moment her heart had shattered and betrayal coursed through her. There is nothing I wanted more than to follow her upstairs, take her in my arms, and assure her it was her that I wanted, and I was going to find a way to make it work.Even with Amelia gone, Lily and her mother kept talking about engagement and wedding plans, making me groan inside. When my father and Aloisio switched to a light business talk, I have never been so excited about talking business. I jumped on the talk just to shut out the two ladies. Talking about the Russians seemed more appealing than talking about my enforced marriage.“Giovanni will be joining us soon. He had a few things he needed to check out before he joined us," my father said.My father had already told our Capo. I had little to no idea how I could get myself out of the deal my father and Aloisio had made. And if Giovanni
Amelia’s POV Salvatore’s friend, the one he had visited in Chicago, was visiting. Apparently he was bringing his wife and daughter, so as usual, I had to dress up and act the lovely wife. Not that I still hated dressing up. I kind of now loved dressing up. Not for Salvatore or his guests. But for Alessandro. I loved to draw his attention to me, serve as a distraction to everything in the room, and lure him in deeper than he already was. He loved to see me in white, looking like a perfect angel, as he claimed, and I have never worn white so much in my life.I wore yet another white dress as I greet and welcome Salvatore’s friend and his family. Aloisio looked around Salvatore’s age, while his wife, Liza, looked a few years younger than him. Their daughter Lily looked around my age, or maybe younger by a year or two.“Where is Sandro?” Lily asked, looking around.I did not like the tone and how she said Sandro. Like she knew him and he was her lover.Salvatore let out his annoying dry