Emilia~"Sorry!" I muttered, as I hurriedly brushed past a number of people.I simultaneously kept my eyes on Chloe, as she kept moving even faster. Her blonde hair kept blowing in the wind, making her a little easier to spot.Every once in a while, she'd look back and see me closing in on her. She would then resort to hurling any object she can find around, right at me. She had gotten quite crafty, I'd give her that."Can you just..." I groaned out in frustration, as I jumped over a trash can that she hurled at me.At this point, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to find my way back to Martinez. I had been running a really long way from the bar."...stop for a moment?!" I screamed at the top of my already burning lungs, as I watched Chloe run into where seemed to be an old, abandoned building.I followed her without thinking twice, and I found out that it had another door leading to the backyard. Immediately I stepped through the said door, I was hit on the head by something tha
Marcelo~"Get out of the way, Em!" I growled.Emilia stood protectively in front of Martinez, stopping me from putting a bullet in his brain.I don't like to be disobeyed, and even my own consigliere was not an exception. He knew the rules, but still went ahead to break them. I'm pretty sure he was prepared for the consequences that are bound to follow."You'll have to kill me first." Emilia spat defiantly, stepping closer to me.I'd admit that I was a little taken aback by her sudden boldness, as I had never seen her step up to me...at least, not in this manner. It made me a little jealous of the fact that she was willing to put her life on the line for another man; another man that wasn't me.The tension in the room thickened, and nobody dared to utter a word, or even so much as breathe the wrong way. A number of my men were gathered, all watching and waiting to see how I'd handle this case of clear disregard on my authority. Even Isabella was watching with keen interest.Taking in
Emilia~Deciding that I had spent enough time in the bathtub, I carefully crept out, dropping water onto the bathroom floor.I reached for a nearby towel, which I used to dry my hair thoroughly. The blow-dryer would have been a better option, but I've always had a phobia of that device.I hummed softly to myself, as I casually wrapped another towel around my lower body, before deciding to exit the bathroom.I stepped into my main bedroom, and I was instantly startled by the sight of a very shirtless Marcelo, sitting on the bed, with a copy of my magazines in his hand.He raised up his head to grin at me, and my stomach instantly did a somersault. What does he want now?Feeling self-conscious of the fact that I was in nothing but a towel, I shifted my weight from one feet to the other, not really knowing how to react."I brought a peace offering." He announced, holding up a white plastic bag.Really? Ice-cream? I arched an eyebrow, as he unveiled the contents of the plastic bag. He wa
Emilia~"You kidnapped her?!" I shrieked in disbelief, at a smug looking Marcelo."What? Martinez is allowed to help, and I'm not?" He asked, before casually walking into the room."Doesn't seem fair." I glared at him, as my sister kept struggling on the chair and letting out muffled screams. I was willing to bet that she was swearing alot."Damn...she's a lot feistier than I remember." Marcelo remarked, as he bent down beside my Chloe, to look her in the eyes.The latter made several attempt to break free from her restraints, and probably jump on him. She was like a very angry, rabid dog."What if the police hears of this, or worse..." I questioned, feeling my anxiety get the better of me."...her people decides to come looking for her?" Marcelo let out a scoff, like I had just said the most ridiculous thing. He stood back up, to his full height, before walking towards me."You have very little faith in me, Em!" He whispered, just within a few inches from my ear."Nobody is coming
Emilia~It's been over twenty minutes since Martinez left me by myself in this car. I was growing increasingly impatient and upset, not knowing if I should keep waiting, or go drag him out myself.Something tells me he's doing this because of Marcelo. He probably doesn't want to risk getting on Marcelo's bad side again, so he's intentionally avoiding me.He was supposed to drive me to the clothe store, as I really wanted to get something for Chloe. It's been two days now, and I haven't given her anything decent to wear.Deciding I'd wasted enough time waiting for Martinez, I made up my mind to go into the house and fish him out.However, just as the thought occurred to me, the driver's door suddenly clicked open. Instead of Martinez, a smiling Marcelo ushered himself into the vehicle, much to my surprise.I frowned at him, wanting an explanation for what was going on."Martinez won't be able to make it." He stated.The smug look on his face really pissed me off, and I tried to imagine
Emilia~"I know you want to try it on." Marcelo whispered from behind me, as I stared at a dress that I found to be really provocative.I wondered who in their right minds would want to wear something like that."What? Me? No way!" I blurted out, as I was being pulled from my train of thoughts.My face was already turning red in embarrassment, and Marcelo wasn't helping with how he stared at me."It will look perfect on you." He persisted, coming closer to me.I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he brushed up against me from behind.Dirty glances were cast our way, by a few people who also seemed to be shopping. However, the staff were busy directing them away from us."I'll look like a slut in it." I argued, frowning at a mental image of myself in the said dress.I was snapped back to the present, at the feeling of Marcelo's hardness poking my butt. I was suddenly starting to feel so much heat, despite the fact that the entire place was well ventilated."Mmm... imagine how ea
Emilia~I've never really been much of a drinker, but after what happened earlier today, I've been gulping down shots of alcoholic drinks.She said something about someone really powerful wanting me dead. Apparently, this "someone" was rich enough to put in some heavy cash reward for whoever gets to kill me. If Marcelo had not intervened, that woman would have succeeded.I haven't been able to utter a single word to anybody since then. Maybe these drinks will help me loosen up, but then again, what do I really have to say?Marcelo has also been awfully quiet, even from our drive back home. At first, I thought he was pissed, but then I realized he probably blames himself for leaving me alone in that dressing room. I almost got killed, and he witnessed it.It's been a few hours since we arrived at the mansion, and I can't seem to find Marcelo anywhere. Instead, I'm stuck here with his "friend". "With all that alcohol, you shouldn't even be able to keep your eyes open." Isabella said to
Marcelo~"You're not locking me up again!"How could she say that, after all I'm doing to keep her safe? Why does she have to keep making me feel like the villain here?"Boss? What more shall we do?" Martinez queried out loud, and I realized I had zoned out of our conversation."Hold on for now." I said to him, before turning to look out of the car window. Martinez was seating right beside me at the backseat, and as always, I could feel his concern and worry. However, he made no move to ask me anything.I just wanted to see someone first, before I decide if this is a full blown war or not.Impatience coursed through me, and I resorted to bouncing my knees awkwardly, as we drove on. I soon realized that it was something Emilia usually does, whenever she gets nervous.The maximum security prison soon came into view, and I felt like I should finally be relaxed, but I really wasn't.The gates were opened, allowing us to pull up into the driveway. "We're here, Boss!" My driver, Dmitri an
[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