Emilia~"Aaaw... don't be like that." Donatello taunted me, as I glared hard at him."The rules of the game are quite simple." He smiled."All you need to do is point out your sister from the two of them, and I'll kill the other one."He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing. I already knew he was a very sick man, but somehow I keep getting surprised by the length he was willing to go to satisfy his psychotic cravings."Is it going to be this?" He smirked, pointing his gun at the female on his right."...or is it going to be that ?" He pointed the gun at the other female.Beads of sweat ran down my forehead, as I took a few steps towards the two females. Maybe if I get close enough, I'd be able to identify my sister."Not another step!" Donatello warned, halting me in my track almost instantly. I wasn't allowed to go closer than I already was, and I assumed I won't be allowed to touch and feel them also. Maybe it was time to focus on my sense of smell, but I doubt it
EmiliaThe entire lounge was suddenly thrown into a state of chaos, as bodies began dropping from every corner. I instantly knew it was the work of Marcelo with a sniper rifle, and I decided to take advantage of their momentary distraction to run away with Chloe.My sister also seemed to be quite scared and confused about what was going , so I rushed to her side to explain the situation to her."What the hell is going on?" She asked in a panic.There was no time, so I busied myself with untying the restraints from her hands, while answering her simultaneously."A friend of mine. We need to get you as far away from here as possible." I grunted out, as I finally helped her up to her feet.I looked around to see Donatello and his men busy spraying bullets in all directions, as Martinez took them out one after the other. It was definitely now or never and from the look on my sister's face, she understood what was really at stake. "Ready?" I whispered to her, as we gave each other knowing
Emilia~"No!" I screamed in horror, as Martinez was dealt blow after blow, and he sat there taking them all.His face was all bloodied up and his eyes were swollen. The cowards tied him up to prevent him from fighting back.."Stop! Leave him alone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing around in the grip of the man that held me down.Only my screams could be heard throughout the entire hall, but the men of ignored me and continue with their torture on Martinez.Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched suffer, and I felt a strong sense of guilt knowing that I was the reason he was suffering this much. "No... please!" I sobbed, desperately trying to reach for him, but all my cries fell on deaf ears.They weren't going to stop until he was dead. I just knew it.Donatello was observing the scene at a close-up, and the smile on his face was a clear indication that he was enjoying it way too much. He had his hands in his pockets so casually, as he watched his men pummel Martinez
Emilia~I was still yet to get over the shock of everything that had just happened within the past few hours. My head was spinning, as so many uncoordinated thoughts ran through my head. I thought about Marcelo and how he must have probably heard of my absence by now. He must be combing the entire island if Sicily in search of me, as this location wasn't exactly the first place that would come to his mind.Martinez had purposely blown up one of Donatello's warehouse in a last minute attempt to reveal his location. Who knew if Marcelo had finally gotten the message? Who knew if he would come marching with an army in search of me? He must have probably decided to give up on me, seeing as I had chosen my sister over him. Maybe he wasn't coming for me afterall?I looked up from where I was seated, to see my younger sister pacing restlessly in front of me. She had an annoyed look on her face, and I could tell the annoyance was directed at me.We've been locked in here for hours now and s
Marcelo~There was no part of this island that was unaccessible to me, so I made sure to comb thoroughly. However it's been over 18 hours and my men were yet to find any signs of Emilia or even my father.Immediately I heard that she and Martinez were missing, my father instantly came to mind as the main suspect. He must have lured her over, under the disguise of handing her sister back to her.Martinez probably followed her for protection, deciding that it would be futile to try and stop her. What scared me was how I still haven't heard a single word from either of them.Here I stood in the premises of one of my father's numerous mansions. This one served as his residential building, so I had expected to meet him here. I waited patiently, while my men combed the whole place. They found weapons, drugs and even stacks of cash. However, my father himself wasn't home. It made me fear what he was really up to, and what he was planning to achieve with this his ridiculous game of hide and
Emilia~"Somebody help!" My sister screamed at the top of her voice, as she knelt beside my quivering body.Her movements were frantic, as she was unsure of where to touch me and how to hold me."Please! Anyone, help!" She continued to cry out desperately, looking down at me with fear in her eyes.I was having a seizure, or at least that was what this was supposed to look like. I was also in awe of Chloe's acting skills, as she managed to look and sound pretty convincing.We were both doing our best to put up an act that would make those men walk right through the door. It was all part of our plan."She's going to die, please help!" Chloe became more frantic, going as far as banging on the door to give the impression that she was in a panicked state.The door suddenly opened to let in two of Donatello's men, and they looked pretty convinced by our act. One of them even appeared to be visibly paler, on seeing me. I was glad that everything was going according to plan."What the hell is
Emilia~Chloe swiped the stolen key card against the the lock on the door, and it immediately clicked open. "Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.I stayed right behind her, as she peeked her head through door to inspect the environment outside. She put her head back inside, before looking at me from head to toe. Chloe seemed to have a doubtful expression on her face as she regarded me, and it got me feeling a little anxious. I wanted to know what was going through her mind."What's the matter?" I questioned, a worried expression etched onto my face. "We're going to have to make a run for the elevator at the end of the hallway." She said, still eyeing me in a somewhat skeptical manner. I gave her an unimpressed look, as I registered what she was trying to say. "I just don't know if you'll fit in it." She remarked, like I was really that fat. "Haha, Chloe. Very funny!" I retorted sarcastically, shoving her out of my way to to peek through the door too. I hear
Marcelo~"Search everywhere!" I barked at my men, as they scoured every nook and cranny of the five-star hotel.My father bought this place not too long ago, and I should have suspected, I should have known he was up to no good. What other reason was he going to need a hotel for, if not for the desire to carry on with his sick, twisted ways. I and my men have invaded this place, and we were carrying out a full sweep operation. One way or the other, I was going to fish him out. I knew he must be keeping Emilia and the others somewhere around, and it was only going to be a matter of time until they are found."Boss, you need to see this." One of my men called out, as he run towards my direction.The look on his face bore a semblance to that of someone who had just seen a ghost. I wasted no time in following him towards this "thing I needed to see".Running up a spiral flight of stairs that led to some kind of lounge, I saw what looked a portrait of my father hanging on a wall. "Someb
[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