I tap my finger on my thigh, the only outward sign of the feelings raging inside me. I'm livid and ready to unleash my monster. That dumb fuck Killian heard I'd decided to go with Andrei because his offer was better and called a meeting. Wanting to know how much the Russians had offered and if he could outbid them. Of course, they hadn't offered more. I'd told Andrei I would sell him my products if he let that incident with Emiliana go. Someone had framed her and only wanted to get her in trouble. Andrei agreed and then went to brag about it. Word reached Killian and he demanded a meeting. Which I had to attend because I'm not looking to make the Irish my enemies. Things were going well. We came to an agreement to split the product this time and I would source more next time. Enough for both of them. We were on the verge of forming an alliance when fucking Alessandro showed up. Things went to shit. The fucking bastard came in guns blazing, accusing me of backing out of our deal. Accor
I can't believe Elena and her big mouth. I refused to tell Dante about the mushrooms incident and luckily he didn't press me. I thought he'd given up but Rico told me that he was looking into it. "He won't stop until he finds out everything," Rico told me on the way to school. Now I'm tapping my leg restlessly, waiting for class to come to an end so I can rush home. Who knows what he found out? And you know what the funny thing is? I'm over here trying to cover up for Gisella even after she tried to kill me. Because letting me eat mushrooms when she knew I was severely allergic to them was only going to end in one way. I don't see how she could have expected it to turn out any other way. Constanza lays a hand on my thigh to stop the incessant tapping. "Quit doing that. You're getting on my nerves" "How much longer before class ends?" She looks at her watch "Another half hour" "That long?" I haven't heard anything the professor said. I'm recording the lectur
Another one of my girls was found dead. This time, not at the club but at a client's house. They were seen leaving together. The next day his neighbor called the police on him because he was trying to assault her daughter. According to Sal, he was also unhinged. The same way Benito had been. Whatever shit he took made him check out completely. Doctors hadn't found anything in his bloodstream. At the moment, he is being held at the station while the cops are busy snooping around The Cloud. They think we are the ones circulating this mysterious drug that makes people lose their shit. Apparently, there are more cases involving the drug, and guess what? Most of the perpetrators have one thing in common. They're regular customers of The Cloud. This means someone is trying to mess with me. As if that wasn't enough, I had to find out that my mother had tried to kill my wife. I wasn't gone for that long. What the fuck was she thinking? And why the hell would Emiliana cover for her? I'm beyon
So much for trying to protect Gisella. I don't know what drives her or why she makes the decisions she's made but I wanted to give her a chance to patch up her relationship with Dante. Not for her but for him. I can't imagine how lonely he's been all these years with no one to rely on. He should have a family that loves and supports him. I'm not the first woman to have a problem with my mother-in-law and I won't be the last. We can fight on the side if she wants but be civil when Dante's around. I was hoping for that kind of relationship. But it seems like it won't happen any time soon. I had a feeling Dante wasn't that invested in fixing his relationship with his family and this incident proved my suspicions. He knows his family more than I do. I think back to last night in his office and how he'd wrecked my body. That man can fuck. It would be a disservice to all women if he looked the way he did and didn't know his way around the bedroom. Or office for that matter
"Are you okay?" Dante asks, assessing me. It's as if he has a sixth sense that alerts him when I'm not fine. I keep my eyes on my lap to prevent him from reading me. He does that too. Most of the time, I can't tell what he's thinking but I feel like an open book to him. It's times like these when I feel too young for him. An older woman might be able to mask her feelings and tell him she's fine. When he forces me to look at him, the way he's doing now, I find myself blurting out the truth. Albeit half-truth but still. "I don't want to go to this gala" "Why? Are you feeling sick?" His hand is on my cheek where his thumb is gently rubbing in circles. His touch is calming and I feel myself relax into him. "No" I just don't want to take compromising pictures with a senator. But G was clear. I don't comply and the guy dies. Immediately after I left, I looked him up. He has a wife and two daughters. Unlike many politicians, he's not corrupt. He supports charities, has built homes for st
I open my eyes. Momentarily confused as to where I am. Sunlight streams in through the window, the rays falling on my arm and bed and I know this is not my room back at home. Or the one at the mansion or the penthouse. Unless I have a morning class, Dante doesn't wake me up. Suddenly, last night's events come flooding in. The gala, my stupid decision, G. I sit up, looking around the room in alarm. Half expecting to find a corpse next to me. I'm alone in bed so that's good. No dead body. Aside from the bed, there is a tablet on a nightstand table, and a couch at one end with a small round table in front of it. To my left, I spy a Nespresso machine on a counter and a fridge next to it. What time is it? I feel thirs- Oh my God, what time is it? I whirl around looking for my phone. If it's already morning then it means the gala is over. Did I spend the night in a hotel? Dante must be worried sick. Holy shit, what will I tell him? Why the fuck did I spend the night in a hotel room? Whe
Five days. He's been gone for five fucking days. He won't answer my calls or messages. I've gone to The Cloud twice but I was told he wasn't there. Rico told me not to waste my time looking for him. If he wanted to come home or talk to me, he would have done it. Not that I asked for his opinion, mind you. He was just being a nosy bastard. The worst part is I don't know if he found himself another woman. Is Dante capable of having a mistress? Yes. Everyone in the mafioso, man or woman, is capable of finding themselves a side piece. It doesn't matter if their spouses approve of it or not. The worst part is there's nothing I can do if Dante decides to keep a mistress. He could have his men kill whoever I'm dating but I can't stop him from sticking his dick in someone else's hole. "Someone's in a mood," Constanza says holding the punching bag while I rain kicks and punches on it. I'm tired of worrying about everything. All week I've done nothing but wait for him to come back so I could e
"Are you waiting for someone?" I ask Sal. He keeps craning his neck as if he's waiting or looking for someone. We're sitting at one of the tables in The Cloud. The place was opened half an hour ago but it's almost full. While I appreciate the money people bring in, I wonder if these men have nothing better to do. Don't they have wives or girlfriends to spend their time with? I've seen the same faces show up here every day that I now know the drinks they always order and how many is too many for them. Fuck, I need to go back home before I lose my shit and start demanding my customers find somewhere else to spend their money. "Why isn't she here yet? I expected her to come in and at least shoot your balls or something" "Who?" "Your wife. Who else?" "Why would Emiliana come here?" He sips his glass of scotch, hiding a smirk behind the glass. "I sent her a photo of you and Paulina looking cozy" This motherfucker "Why the fuck would you do that?" Paulina is the new girl we hire
"I'm the fucking boss. My word is the law now. If I decide to cancel these Sunday dinners, who has the guts to stop me?" Eugenio and Sergio glance at each other and then burst out laughing. Fuckers. They work for me now and I sign their checks but they have the nerve to laugh in my face. We'll see how much longer they'll continue doing that. Especially after I deduct their payment for being insolent little shits "While you're busy laughing, just remember that I'm the one in charge of your bank accounts" "No offense, boss but this isn't something you can decide on your own" "Why the fuck not? I hate attending these things" they're just an excuse for the elders to rip into me. They'll find the smallest faults and pretend that if they were in my position, they could have done better. Truth is, they don't know shit. They don't know what it's like to make a decision that could impact thousands of lives. When papa was still alive, I used to admire how he ran everything. He made it seem s
"WHERE IS HE? Dante, you fucking bastard. Show your face" "She looks mad. What did you do?" Sal asks watching the feed from over my shoulder. "Fuck if I know" Javier sent me a message telling me she'd left the house looking like a mad woman. I had every intention of cutting off his fingers later when I arrived home but now that I'm looking at Emiliana, I have no choice but to agree with him. She definitely looks like a mad woman. Her hair is sticking out in different directions and... She's still in her pajamas. Did she come to The Cloud in her sleepwear? Fuck. I look at Sal to see if he feels the sense of foreboding slowly filling the room. I swear it's almost tangible. What the fuck did I do? I'm sure I put down the toilet seat and I made her breakfast before I left. Did she not like it? "She's coming up. I'm going to leave you guys alone so you can talk it out" he says heading to the door with a smirk "Emiliana, looking lovely as..." "Go back inside" the steely command has Sa
All eyes turn on me as I enter the abandoned warehouse. It reminds me of the one I went to on the day before I got married. Dirty floor, broken windows, and a thick musty smell. I count seven guys in total sitting or leaning around a rectangular table. Not many. I can handle them. A gun is faster than... Wait, where's my gun? I carried it, didn't I? Fuck, fuck, Dante's going to kill me for coming here without a weapon. That is if these guys don't do it first. Shit, what was I thinking? How could I... My internal dialogue is cut short as I trip over my feet and I'm launched forward, my arms flailing in all directions trying to find something to hold on to. Of course, there's nothing. I'm in an open space and I go down, face-planting the floor in front of men I'm supposed to threaten. Way to go, EmilianaAnd ew. Did my mouth connect with the floor? Huffing in annoyance, I get up, brushing the dirt off my hands, face, and jeans. All this while no one says a thing. I expected them to lau
"What if she changes her mind and doesn't come?" Before I can reply, Soraya reaches out and smacks Sal then goes back to fussing with my suit "Don't jinx my daughter-in-law. She's very excited to get married" "But they're already married" "Find him a wife. Someone who will help him settle down" By that, she means someone who will keep him in line. I know that because I can see the twinkle in her eyes. Like Emiliana, she's easy to read. All I have to do is take one look at her and I'll know what she's thinking. I'm not nervous. Actually, I'm confident that Emiliana wouldn't even think of not showing up. She's looking forward to our two-month-long honeymoon. Spending that time with just her sounds like a dream. I'm probably more excited than her. I take Soraya's hands to stop her from fidgeting "It's fine. Everything will be fine" "I... I'll go see if..." A split second. That's all I have. From the corner of my eye, I see movement, someone raising a hand. I manage to push Sora
"Tell me who this Lia is and I'll let you walk me down the aisle" Angelo scoffs "What other option do you have?" "Mama can do it. Or the twins" "Your husband will murder them before they even touch you" he's right. Dante will kill them and I'm trying to have a wedding without dead bodies anywhere near the church. So it's either him or Mama. I love her, I do but I'd rather Angelo do it. "Do I know her? What's with all this secrecy" "It's not a secret. Mama and papa wanted more children. After you, they tried to have more but it just wasn't working out. She came to live with us way before the twins arrived. I can't believe you don't remember her" "So I've met her?" "She was obsessed with you and called you pretty girl. I hated how she ignored me and treated me as if I was invisible so I followed her everywhere. Since she was older, she took over the big sister role and kept us in line. Especially after the twins arrived. But you were too young to remember. She lived with us
"Can you tell me what happened during the time you were locked up? Rico and Valerio have hinted at some things but they wouldn't explain anything" I won't either. She's too pure to be tainted by that shit. Some of it is buried in the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Never to see the light of day again. No one will ever find out. But I know what it means to tell her these things. It's a sign of trust. She needs to know that I love and trust her enough to open up. So I tell her bits and pieces. Things that might be dark to her but are only the tip of the iceberg for me. "I mostly remember living in the dark. He blocked all the windows and would only turn the lights on when he came down. He'd torture and kill someone in front of me then leave them there for days. The first time was the hardest. I was so scared and freaked out about staying in the same room with a dead body. The darkness made it creepier. I'd imagine the guy getting up and trying to kill me for not helping him. It was
He walks towards me, undoing the cufflinks on his wrists. Letting them drop to the floor with a thin clanging sound, he shrugs off his coat and untucks his shirt. His fingers move with precise movements as he starts unbuttoning it. My heart beats faster as I stand beside the elevator, frozen, the anticipation of what is going to happen next rooting me in place. Didn't he just kick me out a few minutes ago? He said he was fine without me and that hurt. Because I'll never be fine without him. We both made mistakes. He shouldn't have let himself be photographed with her and I should have told him where I was. I shouldn't have let Mama hide me from him. When we left through a secret airstrip, I knew what she was doing and I let her do it because I knew she was hurting. If keeping me from Dante alleviated her pain, it was a small sacrifice to pay. He knew that, and understood I needed to do it but still had the nerve to be angry. If the tables were turned and I was the one seen around wit
She looks stunned but I don't know whether it's from finding out Luisa is my therapist or that I was so fucked up I needed one. It hadn't been easy accepting her help. I was against the idea because of some misconceptions I had about masculinity. That sitting down and telling someone how I was struggling made me look weak. While I don't care about what people think of me, I was raised to be a leader and leaders handled their own shit. They didn't find some quack, especially a woman, and expect them to help them sort through their feelings. The idea of even bumping into one on the street was repulsive. But Luisa was sneaky. She didn't approach me as a doctor but as the daughter of Dr. Mendes. I was surprised he had a family and I thought maybe he was training her to take over from him. I let my guard down, talked to her, and all too soon, I'd told her things I'd never told anyone. She asked me to take her to dinner and consider it her payment. That way, things wouldn't be too formal b
Soraya is Dante's mother. I'm still processing that. This explains why Gisella never cared about him. I thought it was odd how she never made an effort to support him and the reason was that she wasn't his mother. I talked to Soraya some more and she explained that she hadn't known Romeo had him or else she would have done everything in her power to save him. It's her greatest regret. I asked her about the woman Dante is dating and her reply was, "I can't tell you about their relationship. It's not my place to do that. But I can assure you, they're not together that way. My son adores you. He would never look at another woman" Contradicting much? He would never look at another woman but he would let himself be seen and photographed with her. Why do that if she didn't mean anything to him? I've tried to figure out what their supposed relationship is but for the life of me, I can't. Why wouldn't Soraya just tell me the truth once and for all? I asked Elena what she thought. Her reply