Emilia~Everything happened so fast. One minute we were enjoying each other's company in the tranquil atmosphere of the night and the next, rapid sounds of gunfire filled the air. It was scary."Keep your head down!" Marcelo instructed me, as we hurriedly made our way towards the exit of the garden. Way to ruin a perfect date night!The gunshots persisted, even as I still couldn't see our assailants. It made me wonder how Marcelo knew the exact direction we should be running to.I could see a few of the waiters from earlier, as they were either running or trying to take cover. Everyone was thrown into a full blown panic mode, but somehow, Marcelo seemed to be calm.A person suddenly fell to the floor beside us, eliciting a terrified scream from me. I recognized the middle aged male to be a member of the band that performed for us this evening. His eyes were still open, but they were now lifeless. He had a gaping bullet wound in his head, and that image wasn't something to be shaken of
Emilia~Gunshots continued to echoed through the air, as Martinez pulled me towards an available car at a distance. Every now and then, I'd look back to see Marcelo and his men firing back at the enemies.If these masked men were really from Donatello, then I was afraid Marcelo had more to be worried about. It's no wonder that he decided to stay back and fight. Hopefully, he's able to eliminate the threat his father poses on him tonight. Hopefully, this would be the final battle.We finally got to the car, and Martinez was quick to open up the door for me to enter. It was a situation of urgency, but I still found myself entering the car begrudgingly. I watched Martinez get rid off a few assailants, as he made his way over to the other side of the car. His blades tore through them like butter, as he appeared to do it so effortlessly.I kept my head beneath the windshield as I waited for him to get in the car, and he finally did. "Hang on!" He said to me, before turning on the car eng
Marcelo~Only a few minutes of a gruesome gun battle, and bodies were scattered everywhere. I had lost a good number of men, but we were somehow able to overpower our attackers.One of the mask men lay before me. He had been badly hurt, and I could hear him gasping for air. I took aim at him, before firing my gun and watching him go limp. I ended his misery instantly."Boss!" Andre, one of my men called my attention from behind me.His footsteps stopped just a few paces away from me, as I bent down to close the eyes of the lifeless man in front of me."We cleared them all out." Andre announced.I let out a sigh, before standing up to my full height. Reaching into my pockets for a cigar, I held it between my lips before lighting it for a puff. Andre remained silent the whole time, waiting for a response from me.I had sent Emilia away to safety, so her absence allowed me the opportunity to cut loose and let out my monstrous side on these assholes. It wasn't a sight that I was comfortab
Marcelo~Stepping hard on the gas, I didn't care about how fast I was going. The only thoughts that occupied my mind were those of my father, and what he was probably doing to Emilia right now."Fucking pick up the damn call!" I growled at my cellphone, as I was unable to reach Martinez.I had turned on the GPS tracker connected to his phone, and it disturbed me even more to see that they have been in one spot the whole time. What could really be going on? Was Martinez there to protect her, or had my father finally gotten hold of both of them?I was never really a religious person or someone who believed in the concept of praying to a god, but I found myself muttering some prayers underneath my breath. I hoped above anything else that I find her alive, or I'll never forgive myself for failing to protect her. For once, I wished for some sort of miracle, and it scared me as much as it angered me. According to the tracking device, I was already almost there. I reached for a nearby pis
Emilia~Days have passed since my chilling encounter with Marcelo's father, the infamous Donatello. However, I have not been able to get the events of that night off my mind.What started out as a beautiful, evening date with the man I've grown to love, suddenly turned into a nightmare before my very eyes. It was all too much for me to take in, too much for me to just get over like that.To think that monster had my sister. He was trying to use Chloe to make me leave Marcelo. He knew she is the only family I have left, he knew how important my sister is to me. He wanted me out of Marcelo's life that bad.I had chosen Marcelo over Chloe once before, could I really do that again?I absent-mindedly played with the engagement ring on my finger, as I lay in one corner of the bathroom, curled into a ball. This was where I spent most of my time, over the past few days. Not even Marcelo could get me to come out, and nothing seemed to be able to cheer me up.I thought back to that night and ho
Emilia~The whole mansion felt unusually empty. It was almost as if everyone had gone into hiding.I knew Marcelo was probably being hard on his men, as he forced them to work harder towards tracking down and finding Chloe. The household staff were also put under immense pressure, as their boss seemed to be on edge.I had woken up this morning to Marcelo's absence, and he had left a note of explanation for me, with a wrapped present. I knew he still felt pretty bad and was blaming himself for what happened to my sister. It also didn't help that I wasn't talking to him, so the only way he could communicate with me was through notes like this.According to the content of his letter, he was going to be gone for up to a week and wasn't going to return till Chloe is found and brought home. I decided to use his absence as an opportunity to make my own move, and maybe I'll be able to save him all the stress.Marcelo had many garages in his mansion, all of which I have access to. I wasn't ne
Emilia~I arched an eyebrow at the bags Martinez was carrying on both arms. "What happened to travelling light?" I asked, to which he just chuckled.He stopped in front of me, before dropping the bags to the floor. I watched him bend down to unzip the bags one after the other, and I found out that they were packed with weapons."A sniper?" I asked in utter bewilderment, making him shrug ."You can never be too careful these days." He said.He spent another couple minutes doing a thorough inspection of all the weapons, and even assembling and loading a few of them. I just watched in fascinating as he handled them like a pro, for someone who rarely ever uses guns.Once Martinez was done, he loaded the bags into the vehicle we would be using, which happened to be some type of truck. He stated that after what happened on our last "road trip" it would be wise to use a bigger and stronger vehicle. We both got into the car, with Martinez in the driver's seat, while I was seated beside him.
Emilia~I took in a deep breath, before walking into big hall. I didn't expect to be walking into some sort of fancy, social gathering, so I was a little underdressed for the occasion. I struggled to understand how and why Donatello would choose a place like this for our Meetup but then again, I really shouldn't be expecting anything normal from him at this point.Men and women filled the hall and from the way they all carried themselves, I could tell they were either spoiled or filthy rich. Some cool instrumentals were playing in the background, as they chattered amongst each other, oblivious to my presence. It reminded me of how invisible an average person was around really wealthy people. It was like I didn't even exist to them.I made my way through the crowd, scanning the environment for any sign of Donatello. I clearly wasn't mistaken, as this happened to be the same Bayton suites I was directed to.He was probably somewhere watching me now and if I was right, he should be sen
[A/N: as you might already know, we're finally coming to the end of this book and this might as well be the very last chapter. I'm so excited to finally move on to my next project... lol 😊I want to say a very big thanks to you devoted readers that made writing a fun experience for me. I promise there's more better reads to come.]Emilia~"You still want to do this?" I whispered to Marcelo, as we linked our arms together in front of the makeshift aisle.A number of Marcelo's men, allies and well wishers were now gathered for our union as couples. I warmed my heart to see them all gathered in support of us.Marcelo looked me right in the eyes, before leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek. It gave me instant butterflies like it was the first time."Hell yeah!" He whispered into my ear, making me smile like some teenage girl with a highschool crush."You go girl!" I turned to see Jennie cheering me on from among the small crowd gathered. She had little Chloe in her arms and the latte
Emilia~"The Boss is in trouble." She told me."Little Chloe was never the actual target. Donatello has always wanted our boss by all means."I wondered how such an obvious fact could fly right over my head. I should have known that the whole time.Marcelo's father was a psychopath who is hellbent on ruining his son's life. He had been doing that since Marcelo was just a kid, wanting to turn his own son into a heartless monster.The reason he wanted to get rid of me so badly was because he always saw me as a threat to his plans. Donatello had always known that as long as I was in his son's life, he won't be able to have full control over the latter.After killing his mother right in front of him, he still had the guts to continue ruining his life. It was my responsibility to save Marcelo from him."Can't you go any faster?" I shouted at Andre, who was already driving as fast as the car could take us.Donatello had planted a bomb in the church that was supposed to serve as a venue for
Emilia~I looked down at the trembling maid with a scowl. She had been serving in this mansion for years, which also made her one of the most trusted members of the staff. She misused that trust."Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't let them kill you." I spat, making her whimper in fear.For some reasons however, it felt like that fear wasn't just directed at me. She was afraid of someone way scarier, and I already had a good idea of who that was."Please, Miss...you have to believe me!" She pleaded with widened eyes, trying to grab me by the hem of my gown.I stepped away from her, keeping the unfriendly scowl on my face. She did try to kidnap my daughter, who was barely a month old. "I didn't want to do it!" She cried out."I didn't want to do it, he made me do it!""Donatello made me do it!" I wasn't surprised by her confession. It was something I and Marcelo had already known and anticipated for a while now. We knew Donatello would try to make such dirty move, and we were re
Emilia~I beamed at my reflection in the mirror, feeling all kinds of warm emotions rush through me.The last time I was in a wedding gown, I wasn't smiling this big. I wasn't even wearing the gown because I wanted to.I thought about how much has changed since then, and it all happened when one particular, green-eyed, Mafia boss made his way into my life.I initially fought hard against the feelings I had for Marcelo, but time has made me to realize that falling for him wasn't even a bad thing. I was shamelessly in love with someone who is considered "dangerous", a notorious crime boss, who is now the father of my child, and my husband to be. A criminal he is, and being associated with him should also make me one. Crime has never really been a hobby for me, but this one was way too good of an offer for me to pass. Falling for Marcelo Del Ponte, was my first criminal act. It is my only crime, and one I'd love to commit all over again."Mrs. Emilia Del Ponte." Jennie whispered gleeful
Emilia~Little Chloe was fast asleep now. She had spent most of the day being her usual loud self, and basically demanding attention from everyone in the mansion. Even the household staff would begin to run around, whenever she starts her usual tantrums. She sure has her father's fiery temper, and the thought of it made me smile.It's been over a month since her birth, and Marcelo hasn't been around as much as he used to be. Whenever he was around, he was usually either down in the basement or busy doing some mafia business with his men. He was gradually becoming too busy, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.It felt like he was returning to his cold, distant self again, and I knew I had a responsibility to make sure it never happens. I took one last glance at my sleeping child, before turning around to leave her in the cradle. My hand found the light switch and I flipped it off.Stepping out of Chloe's room, I was a little surprised to see Marcelo standing on the balcony. H
Marcelo~"How dare you?!" I roared in fury, throwing a punch at the face of the man in front of me.He was already looking like a bloodied pulp, courtesy of me. Maybe he wasn't so easy to break like I initially thought."How dare you try to defend a monster like Donatello?" I yelled out in frustration, not understanding how my father is able to command such loyalty. This man was literally ready to die for him.A small, choked laughter escaped his lips, causing my frown to deepen and my fists to clench tighter.I was about to hit him again, when my arm was suddenly stopped by Andre. I turned around to hiss at the latter, but his hold on my arm didn't seem to budge. His grip was as sturdy as a vice, and he had a blank expression on his face. "You've been at it for hours, Boss!" He said, looking down at the man."At this rate, you'll just end up killing him."I suddenly snatched my arm away from his grip, gritting my teeth at him in rage."Then, so be it!" I growled."He deserves to die
Marcelo~"Where the fuck is Andre?" I hissed at the man in front of me, before brushing past him and storming forward.Normally I'd gladly handle business, but today was one of those days I'd rather not. It's barely been hours since my woman just gave birth to our little, baby girl and I wanted more than anything to be there with them. I already felt like I was missing out on something important."He's supposed to be here! He's supposed to be the one handling business!" I protested."I'm afraid it's not something even you would want us to handle without your involvement, Boss." His statement made me freeze in my track. Was it really that important? I slowly turned around to face him, and I could see the hint of urgency in his eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, taking a few steps towards him."We found him, Boss" I frowned at the vague piece of information he gave me, looking at him for an explanation. Who was he talking about? My father?"We found Donatello." It felt as
Emilia~"It's a girl!" I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of my crying newborn. My breathing was ragged and I could hardly keep my eyes opened. It was all worth it though.A small, weak smile made its way to my face as I saw our child being handed over to a wide eyed Marcelo. I didn't think I'd ever seen that particular expression on his face before. He was having his first taste of fatherhood, and I happily watched him relish the moment.It's barely been over an hour since our little girl arrived, and she was already so loud. Marcelo didn't seem to mind however, as he cradled her in his arms like some delicate, expensive work of art.His green eyes were reflecting so much love and warmth towards our little one, and that scene right there was a very perfect picture to me. It was one I've always wanted, even without me knowing; the man I love, carrying our first child in his arms. Right then and there, I had no doubt that he would do anything in his power to protect our baby gir
Marcelo~Ever since I found out about Emilia's pregnancy, I've been preparing for this very moment. I made sure she got the required rest and nutrition, always being there to support her through the challenges of carrying a new life inside her.I made sure to book her appointments with the best health care specialists, even going as far as inviting them over to the mansion. As at now, I had a medical team on standby, since I knew she was almost due. This was her first attempt to birth a child and I would hate for her to encounter any unpleasant situation.Despite the fact that I had put in that much effort, I couldn't help the fear and nerve wracking feeling that coursed through me. I paced restlessly in the corridor, listening to all the noises coming from the delivery room. Of course I couldn't go in. I didn't know if I could handle seeing her in so much pain.Dammit! Why do I have to be such a fucking pussy, right at this moment? "She's a strong woman. She'll survive." Andre, my