Have you figured out what Dante is talking about? Let me know in the comments or review section. The end is nigh guys. I hope you're ready for it
"How do you like it here? Are they treating you well?" "They gave us a room and clothes and everything we need. I can't complain" Mali says smiling. Her face is getting better, the bruises fading nicely. It's the first time I've stepped foot in the quarters where the other girls sleep. It's a big hall divided into small cubicles. Each with its own bathroom. Three to four girls share a cubicle. The other girls we came with were put next door. At least this way, Mali has people she can talk to."Have you made any new friends?" She shakes her head no "Why not? Feeling shy? The girls here are pretty nice""I just don't know how long they'll let us stay here. Can you help me find a job?""What about school?""I can't think about that right now. Once I make enough money and Mai is taken care of, I'll consider going back. At the moment, she's my priority. I want her to have a better life and grow up without worries"My heart goes out to her. She's too young to be bu
"We have a location on Cecilio. He's been living under an alias in Plaza hotel" A five-star hotel? "It's not him. He'd never check into a hotel knowing I could easily find him there" Sal curses. I think he also knew that but wanted to believe otherwise "Since when is he so clever? I thought he'd be as stupid as his father but he's becoming a headache. I might just shoot him on the spot when I see him" I'd let him do it. Except I have questions only he might have answers to. It's the reason we're being careful and not killing anyone who looks remotely like him. Otherwise, I don't think he'd have the guts to step foot in this country. I woke up to a message from him, asking how Emiliana was. He went into detail, describing how he was going to take her from me and make her his. I think he's delusional. If his father didn't succeed in getting his hands on my wife, no one else ever will. Not even over my dead body. I would make a deal with the devil to come back and drag anyone who tr
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask Teo who is guarding the lift. He's a good shooter and it'll be hard for anyone to get past him. "Boss, they came out of nowhere and started shooting" "Do we know who they are or what they want?" "No, sir. They haven't said a word" "I need only one alive. Kill the rest" I say moving forward and opening fire. It doesn't take me long to realize they're amateurs. There is no coordination between them whatsoever. They're in black outfits, wearing ski masks -but unlike last time, it's clear they are men-, have a lot of ammo, and know how to pull a trigger. But that's as far as their expertise goes. On the other hand, my men are highly trained. This is part of the reason I let them live in the same building. So if we're ever under attack, no one will be cornered. I motion for them to surround the remaining guys and all too soon, only one is left alive. Gabe has the bottom of his boot pressed on the back of the guy's head. Having already taken off his
"What are you doing? Why aren't you getting ready?" "I'm willing this night to be over already" Dante raises his brow, leaning on the doorframe "How?" "By sitting here and waiting for time to pass" I've already done my hair and makeup but getting into that dress is proving to be harder than I thought. Honestly, I don't want to ever sit with Gisella at the same table and pretend to be a family. She never even apologized. "If we're late, your mother will give us hell" Yeah, mama whose character seems to have taken a complete one-eighty. She calls every day to ask about my injury, even though it's almost healed. The doctor said I was lucky the bullet didn't hit any bones. Mama knows that but I guess she's worried. Or trying to distract me so I don't find out what it is they're hiding. I tried getting Angelo drunk at the Sunday dinner so it would loosen his tongue but no such luck. Papa trained him well. Even inebriated, he wouldn't open his mouth. Although, it was fun seeing all
What is happening? We came here to have dinner with Dante's family. It was supposed to go well. He promised me everything would be alright. So what is this? What just happened? I feel paralyzed. I want to move and check on papa but it's as if every part of my body has shut down. I can only sit and watch as Leo scrambles up, screaming. Mama has placed the gun on the table and is joining Dante on the floor, where papa's body is. His body. Is he alive? The way he slid off the chair... Oh God, someone please wake me up from this nightmare. Someone, please turn back time to that day at church. Yes, that would be the perfect time to start over. I would convince papa to go back home and he would start a war with Romeo. Everything else be damned. This reality where Gisella shot him and mama shot her doesn't have to exist. If I close my eyes, can I wake up to a different timeline? "Emilia!" I shift my eyes to mama "Call an ambulance" "Dr. Mendes is on his way," Javier says, standing to the
The crowd dwindles as people start dispersing. The funeral having come to an end. Some of the older men pulled Angelo to the side, no doubt giving him advice on how to be a successful boss. They mourned papa that first day, throughout the night but after that, they were back to normal. Drinking and laughing as if it was a party and not a funeral. Some of my distant aunts shed a few tears but there was no commotion. I chalked down their attitude to seeing too many deaths. I'm guessing people in Cosa nostra have gotten used to death. So much so that they aren't bothered by papa's passing. I'm the only one overreacting. For the hundredth time, I look around. Trying to catch a glimpse of him. He's not here. He wouldn't show up but a small part of me hopes he does. One hug. That's all I want today. For him to hold me and assure me everything will be alright. I want him to hide me while I cry because no one seems fazed by this. They all seem to be put together, ea
The plates were empty. Leo says he didn't know what she was planning but I find that hard to believe. He was here the entire time she set up empty plates. Even if she didn't tell him, he must have suspected something was not right. Because he didn't bother telling me, he's just as guilty as she is. Besides, they tell each other everything. I'm not buying anything Leo says. You'd think I'd be happy about Vito's demise but all I feel is dread. Seeing Emiliana's face before she left made me realize that I wouldn't have gone through with it. I can't stand seeing her in pain. Another loud crash echoes around the house. Lifting my glass, I take a sip of the amber liquid. It's been hours since everything went down and Leo is destroying things upstairs in the name of mourning our mother. I wonder what she was thinking. What did she expect would happen after she shot Vito? Did she think she could get away with it? If she'd talked to me, I would have told her not to underestimate Aida. But as
(She's not your real mother) I let the words play in my head over and over again. The moment Leo says them, I know he's not saying that to piss me off or hurt me. It's the truth. I don't want it to be but it is. Everything she did would make sense if she was not my mother. Walking away from me, not caring about what happened, the shocked expression on her face when I showed up at her doorstep. She thought I was dead. It makes so much sense that she just continued living her life without a care in the world. But I have to be a hundred percent sure first. So I request a DNA test. Then find a way to make time fly before I get the results. The lab told me they'd be out in a day. How many hours are there in a day anyway? I can't believe I never suspected it. Not even once. Emiliana told me she was could try and get along with her for my sake. Because she loves me. I think a mother would have made the same effort. The fact that Gisella didn't care about it should