So that's what's going on. Thoughts? On Vito and Soraya and basically everything else?
"Two things. You know how our customers have been losing their shit and attacking people around them?" Sal says entering my office "Well, it's because of a new drug that just hit the market. No one knows where it came from but it's been making rounds" "Except whoever's selling them is only doing it at The Cloud. Why?" "That's where my second theory comes in. I have this nagging suspicion that Cecilio might have something to do with it. My guess is, he's trying to discredit us and once that happens, we'll go out of business" That fucker. His plan would have succeeded when I was still new and hadn't proven myself. But right now, the most that can happen is the club going out of business. While I enjoy running this place, it doesn't make up even a quarter of the money I bring in. I've invested in legal and illegal businesses and saved money in more than five offshore accounts. His attempt at trying to hit me where he thinks will hurt the most is pathetic.
"Can we not do this? Or can you do it alone? I'll wait for you here" Dante laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his mouth. Kissing the back. It doesn't do shit to calm my nerves but I don't bother telling him that. "I want you to be present" "She's just going to hate me more than she already does" "Why does that matter?" "Dante, I'm trying here. I honestly don't want to fight with your mother or fuel her hatred for me" "I love you. That's all you need to care about" "You believe that. Don't you?" He smirks and exits the car. Rounding the hood to open my door. I wish I didn't have to go in there and confront his family. I don't do confrontations unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm perfectly fine with ignoring them for the rest of my life. But Dante insists we have to do this so here we are. I know I'm going to hate every second of it, especially since those two already despise me. I swing my legs out but remain sitting. Hoping he'll tell me
"No" "What do you mean no? You haven't tried them yet" He huffs "I'm not wearing shorts" "Why not? And if you say they're not manly I will kick you in the balls" "You can't threaten our future kids like that" "Dante" "I'll take the jeans" he grabs the black pair of jeans I bought him and a t-shirt. I went shopping with Elena earlier today and decided to get him casual clothes for our impromptu date. I knew he wouldn't agree to the khaki shorts I bought. But the plan was for him to pick a lesser evil, which to him, are the jeans "They're not as bad as I thought they'd be" he says a moment later walking out."I knew you'd... Holy cow, can you turn around so I can see how they fit your ass" he chuckles turning "That's it. We are getting an entire wardrobe of casual clothes for you. Strike a pose or don't" he looks good enough either way. I quickly snap a photo of that delectable ass then hand him a box of Nikes "Shoes to go with the outfit" "You thought of
What the fuck? One second she's excited about matching clothes and the next she's crumbling to the floor like a piece of paper. There's soft music playing in the background but not loud enough to drown out other sounds. When I heard the voices yelling and from the direction she went to, I jumped to my feet and ran. The gun went off while I was a few feet away and I don't think I've ever been so scared in my entire life. Not even when I came home and Romeo told me my family had abandoned me, did I feel such profound fear. In the second that it took me to open that door, a future without her flashed through my mind. It was desolate and empty. Catching her before she hits the ground, I kneel beside her, checking for injuries. "Dante" "Don't fucking talk. Just... Fuck, just let me see, baby" "I'm fine" she says, her hand coming up to my cheek. The thought of never feeling her touch again or holding her close to my body is scary as shit. If anything happens to her, my world will com
"This is a bad idea. If the boss finds out, he'll kill me" "Are you sure he's here?" I ask looking out the window. We're in a seedy part of the town. To my right, a door opens and a woman walks out. She's dressed in the tiniest shorts and a bra. Not sure what look she was going for but judging by her makeup and extremely tall shoes, I'm guessing she's a hooker. Then again, maybe she just needed to grab something and isn't done dressing yet. Highly unlikely but you can't be sure with people around here. Valerio is right. If Dante finds out we're here, he'll strangle us. But I'm pissed. That asshole shot Isabella then ran. Leaving her there for the dead. I know how often people die in the mafioso. I watched Dante kill a man with his hands. I've heard other people die and by heard, I mean, I was there but Danillo or Angelo covered my eyes so I wouldn't see the remains. I've seen body bags being carried out of papa's office and proceeded to eat right after. I didn't feel anger or anyth
I can't believe he's capable of doing something like that. Then again, is there something he can't do? He's the head of a mafia organization. I bet he's done worse things than this. But why? Why would he interfere with someone's life like that? What did he get in return? There's no way this was about business. I sit in the shower, water pelting down my back as I try to understand everything. A small part of me knows the answer to all these questions I have. Something tells me that there's only one reason for Dante to do something like this. But I still want to hear it from his mouth. Just like G said, Isabella, isn't dead. She's in a coma. I went straight to the hospital, wanting to know if there was something I could do or if she'd improved. Her mother was there and she thanked me for visiting her daughter. It turns out that she and her friends had planned on going to Australia to continue their studies but then Isabella got married. Her friends left and since then she's been alone.
"Can you smell that?" Elena asks practically bouncing on her feet. We're standing outside the airport, waiting for our ride. "Smell what?" "The smell of fun. We're going to paint this city red" "The truth is I wasn't so keen on becoming your bodyguard," Constanza says moving to stand to my right. She pushes her sunglasses down to look at us "But if this is the perk of following you two brats around, I am so in" "I'm glad some of us are excited" I grumble under my breath. If this trip hadn't been planned before, I wouldn't be here. It's been a week since I spoke to Dante. We live in the same house but I walk past him as if he's invisible. When I came back from my father's, I decided to sleep on the couch, leaving the bedroom for him. But when I woke up the next day, I was in bed. The place beside me untouched. He set an alarm for me, multiple alarms, so I wouldn't be late for school, and makes breakfast before he leaves. I'm not trying to hate him but how can I be mad when he does t
I sip my whiskey, standing behind the bar while the staff works. Every few seconds they throw me weird looks and I'm pretending not to see them because if I do, I'll go to my office where memories of her will assault me. She's everywhere and nowhere. I've spent two hours reliving the time we spent there. There isn't an inch in that office I haven't fucked her on. If I knew this is how it'll be, that I wouldn't be able to function without her, fuck, I'd still do it. Even if I lived my entire and traveled back to the past, I'd still walk into that church and kill Romeo so I can marry her. Somehow, his greed made it possible for me to be with her. If he hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, we'd probably end up as enemies after I killed her father. She would have never given me the time of day. But I'd still try to pursue her. In another universe, there's a version of me that doesn't know how Emiliana tastes. Or the sounds she makes when she comes. Or how it feels to hold her in my arms
"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