Emilia~Its been two days since I turned myself in, two days of being locked up in a holding cell, but I wasn't complaining. I was beginning to like it here.Here, I was definitely going to be out of Marcelo's reach. It was all I could ever ask for.My knees bounced nervously, and I resisted the urge to bite my nails, as I sat waiting in an investigation room. A detective was seated just across from me, sending a piercing gaze my way."So you killed someone?" He asked, and bit of skepticism in his tone."I did!" "...and when did this happen?" He asked again, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose."Just a couple nights ago." I answered him, as my mind flashed back to that night for a moment."Care to explain how it happened? Maybe tell me why you did it?" He pressed on.My eyes zeroed in on the ID card hanging from his left, breast pocket. I was able to read his name from there; Detective Jon. C. Grayson."I already told you guys before. I was drunk." I lied, not wanting to
Emilia~The journey back to the mansion was a rather silent one, as neither of us made any attempt to speak to each other.Marcelo's eyes were fixated on the road in front of us, as he drove at a speed that showed how furious he was. I could tell he was pissed from the way his grip hardened on the steering wheel, and how his jaw kept clenching.I had to stop myself from screaming in fear, every time he narrowly escaped hitting someone or something with his car. It was impossible to tell if he was only driving like that because he was pissed, or he was just such a terrible driver.Soon enough, we arrived at the mansion, where a number of heavily armed men were patrolling the perimeters. I couldn't help but notice that he had doubled his security, probably to prevent me from slipping through his fingers again.He turned off the car's engine, immediately we were pulled over in his private garage. The tension between us got even thicker, and I knew he had something to say, as much as I d
Marcelo~I was just fourteen years old, when I witnessed my first murder.I had just returned from school to see my parents arguing over something I had no idea about.My father wasn't around much, but whenever he did come around, things often got a little ...out of hand. He would sometimes go physical on my mom, and there wasn't really anything my fourteen years old self could do about it.That fateful day, I watched my mother fall down from the balcony, two storeys high. My father had just pushed her to her death, and not a single expression of remorse was written on his face.I remembered how terrified I was, when his eyes landed on me. I instantly began to realize why he and my mother fought so much. She was trying to protect me from him."This is all your fault, boy!" He said to me, pointing to my mother's lifeless body."She'd have still been alive, if she just handed you over to me." He said.The cops came to investigate, and my father threatened me into covering up his crime.
Emilia~My jaw literally hung open, at the sight of the aircraft in front of me. I hadn't realized just how large a helicopter really is. It was quite noisy too."What's the matter? Never seen a chopper before?" Marcelo asked me with a smug grin on his face.I turned to give him my hardest glare."I'm not going anywhere near THAT!" I told him, folding my arms in a defiant manner.My hair and dress were flying all over the place, as a result of how much wind were coming from the giant, scary, spinning blades. I believe those are called "propellers". Marcelo seemed to be used to it though.I had never been on any aircraft before, because I never had any reason to leave the borders of Los Angeles, all my life. This was all new and even a little scary to me.Why was he taking me to Sicily? Was I going to be changed by the same thing that changed him too? What exactly was my life going to be like?A yelp escaped my lips, as Marcelo was suddenly lifting me off the ground, and over his shou
Marcelo~"You brought her here??" Dante shrieked, as I tried to focus on the paperwork in front of me.He surely wasn't one to take a hint and shut the fuck up. Suddenly, breaking his jaw again, didn't seem like a bad idea."Father's going to be so pissed!" He continued, making me slam my hand against the desk."Father is not here, is he?" I asked him with a pointed glare."There's no way for him to know anything, unless of course, you tell him." I accused.Dante didn't even have the guts to deny being father's little spy. He just let out a scoff, but I knew him too well. I'd always known him for what he does best; licking our father's ass. "You're making a big mistake, Marcelo. Father's going to come for you soon enough." He threatened."Of course. And I presume you'll be around to pledge your undying loyalty to him, as he delivers his ultimate punishment to me." I replied, my tone filled with heavy sarcasm.Dante suddenly stood up from where he had been seated. He took a few steps
Emilia~As expected, I woke up to find the space beside me empty. Marcelo had already woken up, and was probably out to work, leaving me alone in this huge mansion."Good morning, blue eyes!" Maybe I spoke too soon, because I turned to see a very naked Marcelo, standing just few feet away. Judging from his wet hair, I could tell he had just came right out of the shower.My eyes roamed his naked body without me even being conscious of what I was doing. I couldn't get myself to stop drinking in his perfect, god-like appearance.Everything from his sharp jawbone, to his broad, muscular shoulders. Fuck! The inkings on his body were becoming my new favorite thing to see, despite the fact that I never actually loved inkings. His chest and abs looked like they were works of a refined, experienced sculptor. If only I could just..."Looking at me like that is sure to get you in trouble, Em!" He said, before slowly wrapping a towel around his lower body.I could see he was in a hurry to head o
Emilia~I sat at the far end of the table, away from Marcelo, as we had our breakfast in silence.Only the sound of our cutleries hitting the plates could be heard throughout the whole dining hall, as I desperately tried to avoid any form of eye contact with him. Memories of the nasty things we did to each other a few hours ago, were all I could think of. It made my face flush in embarrassment.I didn't hold back my screams of pleasure, and I felt like the whole mansion heard everything. A kitchen staff walked in to clear up some of our used plates and refill our glasses of water. My eyes accidentally met with Marcelo's, and I immediately averted my gaze.I kept stabbing at the piece of bacon on my plate, till the kitchen staff left. That was when Marcelo finally broke the silence."Nobody heard anything." He stated, as if hearing my thoughts."There's no need to be embarrassed." If it was even possible, my face heated up some more at his words. I sometimes hated how he could read
Marcelo~Despite the fact that my father had his hands in cuffs, the wardens still looked very wary and uncomfortable around him. He was a very dangerous man, afterall.I followed his every step with my eyes, as he was being led to where I was seated. Seeing him in an orange vest, was I sight I could definitely get used to. He deserved to rot here for what he did to my mother.He had a crooked smile on his face, as he finally plopped himself down on the seat in front of me. Only a small table was standing between us, and the atmosphere around us instantly became very tensed.We stayed like that for minutes, just staring each other down in silence. It was almost like we were both having a silent conversation, until he decided to speak up first."Nice of you to come see your old man." "I got your message. It didn't seem like I had much of a choice." I scoffed at him.My father's arrogant smile never faltered, as he leaned forward to speak."Just like your mother, aren't you?" He taunte
[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