17-year-old Isabella"Mama, I don't understand the sudden rush"I speak over my mom's frantic movements, her quick assurance to let me know that everything she's doing is basically non-negotiable. Nothing she ever does is without thinking it through properly. She has to do her checklists, and she needs to do them months in advance if I remember correctly, but I know that this move is going to shit one way or the other."Por Amor de Dios, Isabella, Simplemente Empaca to habiticón y apaga ese telefono," which basically translates to 'For goodness sakes, Isabella, just pack up your room and switch that phone off,' and which also means..."Shut up and let me do this my way"Yes, boss.Leaving my mother to the kitchen and living room, I make my way upstairs and find myself locking my bedroom door. I live in a lovely town in Malaga, Spain, and I have been raised here all of my life, so moving to America...it's a lot to deal with.I'd like to think that my mother is doing this solely for chan
23-Year-Old Isabella: A few weeks before her 24th birthday4 years have gone by so fast.College wasn't as fun and relaxing as I thought it was going to be. I still have flashbacks about waking up and being taken to the hospital by a very regretful and tearful Jodi, but she is still my best friend, and I never blamed her for any of the trauma I went through.Everything on top of the trauma just added to the stress. Constant preps for exams, the idea of becoming something other than a simple student or a nobody in a world where you are expected to have travelled earth just for a part-time sales assistant, the pressure it puts on newly grads, and these ideas I wanted to have to create a life for me and my mom always get thrown to the forefront of my mind because I don't want her working for so long. I want her to retire and enjoy her life.I owe her everything; she raised me and stood by me when things became that difficult at college; she watched me burn myself out, held my hand when I
"Have you lost your absolute small mind, Lorenzo?" My sister's voice snaps me out of my stupor of making sure my weapons are reloaded."What is it, Sophia?""I've just had Pops on the phone telling me my flight is booked for Italy""Yeah? And what's the problem?" There is no problem. She hasn't been home in months and refuses to tell us why. She moved here a few years ago, leaving her friends and everyone behind, but never gave a specific reason as to why she left, so I made the choice for her."Yes, there's a bloody problem, Lorenzo. I'm old enough to make my own choices and I don't need you making them for me," she snaps. She's definitely got the Italian anger. It rolls off us all in waves."I know and I'm sorry. Grammes and mom have been in about you not visiting, and it kind of made me feel bad for having you here and working you to much" It was a blatant lie, but she doesn't need to know that."Don't bring your pity party with you, will you" she says as she huffs and sits down."
"Isabella, sweetheart, she's gone"Hearing Miranda say this was Ice water as my wake-up call every morning, I replay those words Miranda whispered to me that afternoon. They seem to be the only words I have stuck in my head as I watched my mother's chest finally slow down. Tears broke free and the guttural cry that left me broke me even more because it wasn't me.Evie was there and Miranda was there but I was so alone that I wouldn't have minded a simple out at that moment.But I couldn't leave my only living relatives behind because I simply couldn't cope. So instead of the fear I had about being alone or feeling exhausted by that feeling, I did the one thing I knew would work... I shut it out. I shut down and I left the living room once they took my mom."Izzy, please eat. You need to eat" Every single waking moment Evie would have a bottle of water for me and something snack-ish. I wasn't hungry but somehow I couldn't voice those words."Cody's here," she said so softly while putti
"Moron?" I ask with a feeling of amusement. No one has ever dared to call me a moron, and if she's one of Cody's many hookups, then I won't be very happy about it.Something about her screams 'Mine' without actually screaming the words out."She got you there," Cody says as he pats my shoulder on a chuckle.I hadn't even introduced myself to her when she hurried out of the cafe with a fucking salute my way. Turning around, I'm face-to-face with 13 grown men laughing."Yeah, yeah, keep fucking laughing," I grow as I take my seat next to Dante, who only nudges me harder."Is she going to be a problem?" I ask Cody as everyone else falls silent."Who?""Your fucking hookup," I snap, losing the will to live right now."That woman that just left? Isabella?"Isabella.Now I know her name, I feel like it's going to be imprinted in my brain for a while."Yes, you moron" and when all my men burst out laughing, I realised her term for calling Me the moron and I've just referred to one of my men
"Well, you're in my room and I wasn't expecting you I was expecting Evie" she says as if I'm supposed to care who she was supposed to be waiting for.Granted... if she had told me that she was waiting for a man to come to her room and she was wearing that then I'd probably have had an issue.No one knows I'm here except my trusted men, and Cody is protective over his sister, who is currently dating my cousin, Luca, and his cousin, who is currently standing with her hands on her hips, watching me like a hawk.I don't say anything; I simply shut the door and lean against the wall. My suit is still in pristine condition, and my basic need to let some relief out is washed away by all that I have learned about this woman today.She's mysterious and I don't mind a bit of mystery let alone something that comes with beauty and fire. She's just what I need in life."Are you just going to stand there or are you here for a reason?"I keep silent once again because I don't know what else to do. I
Early sunlight shines through my hotel room, making me sit up straighter with a fresh mind and a relaxed body.Memories of last night flood my brain, and I can't help the smile that flows freely off my face. I haven't allowed a man to touch me since that night, and I can't believe I didn't even stay awake long enough to make sure he was alright.God, who am I kidding? Of course he's alright... he's a bloody boss for crying out loud.After checking my watch for the time, I realise I have half an hour till I have to be at the Winchesters place for our viewing and to go over set designs that they have asked I could create for them.I notice my phone is on charge, and I know I didn't do that, and when I click on it for the Home screen, I see a few messages on there.Evie: So sorry I didn't make it last night I got swamped with some problems. Looking at removals on ears because my boyfriend doesn't listen.I will stop by tonight and we can check in.Me: Ha! Don't worry, I fell asleep by 9:
True to my word, I met up with Elena when I got home, and don't get me wrong, I love the girl. She's like my family. She and Evie are the sisters I never had and when I got home, she was already in my home, on my sofa, drinking my wine."Okay, so you're already here, and you're already halfway through my wine. What the hell has happened?" I ask her as I sit next to her and take the glass from her hands so I can have a drink."I don't even know. Dad asked me to meet him in his office and told me that Novikov had issued a truce with the Italians and as his second in command, he basically... He f*ck*ng sold me Izz... he told me""Novikov... that's... ""He's a giant arsehole. When my uncle does or wants something, he f*ck*ng gets it." she quips, as well as taking her wine glass from me once again."You've met him?""Of course I have. Alexei is the bratva. No one messes with him," she says, but I keep going back to my conversation with my mom just before she passed."My sweet girl. I have
It has been 9 days since I've spoken to my girl. Once I found out what really happened the night Dante came home from throwing out the 'Trash' I couldn't believe my ears. But let's just say I'm thankful for my mother and father being at home."You going to be pissed at your brother for life now?" My dad asked me the night I split my brother's lip, gave him a black eye, broke his nose and broke 3 of his fingers on his shit hand. I walked out angrier than I had ever been."No. But right now he can fucking do one. He had no right""What happened between you and this woman?" He asks as he takes a sip of his whiskeySighing I take a sip of my own drink. It had been a hell of a night of sparring with some of my men, getting angry over minor situations and a woman I couldn't get out of my head.A woman who continuously beat herself up over losing our baby. I knew it wasn't her fault but she was adamant that it was all her fault. No amount of words I could say would make her guilt or fear go
4 days is what it took to do a 12-hour drive.I took 4 days to get from one state to another. On my way to Chicago, I did a bit of sightseeing in different places, I went to a few restaurants I've always wanted to travel to and did a bit of exploring during the day but slept at a simple motel.One of the first stops was New Jersey. It's as big as I believed it to be and I managed to go exploring while I was there. Visited one of the attractions which was Cape May, tried some of their famous wines and sat near a bonfire on the beach which was lovely.By day 3 I had gone through Pennsylvania, Ohio and Illinois and all three trips were heaven! So many beautiful sights I caught on the new phone I have and exploring some of the things each state does without boarding a plane or leaving America, I really did enjoy myself.It's been 5 days since I've seen Lorenzo. I haven't switched my phone on just in case they could still track it but I did remove my SIM card and also bought a new phone to
My plans backfired.I didn't want to go over to her house and lie to her face.I don't know what else I can do. When the box came to the house, the letter inside the envelope was what made me look at everything else gathered inside.It wasn't cryptic. It wasn't too long or too short. It was straight to the point.Lorenzo.Our time months ago, it has been proven that it was a magical night.I'd hate to think you'd abandon me and your unborn child.I know the kind of work you do. I know the type of man you are. I also happen to know that my child- Our child will be just like you as well. Everything about this is precious and a shock but I need you.One night together doesn't define what we could have.Here is a photo of the scan of our little boy, I'd like to think you'd accept my apology for springing this on you but you never returned my calls and you also never get seen about on your own so I couldn't talk to you about it. And then you became obsessed with another woman but if you wa
A pregnancy test.$100,000A Range Rover SUV jet black.The words he's spewing seem so far away. It doesn't seem like a man who wants me, but then again, does he really want me? Did he want me this afternoon, or was it just a punishment?"And what do I tell my cousins? Lorenzo?" I ask through the lump in my throat."Tell them you're travelling. Lorenzo won't buy it though so tell him it's space to think. He will offer alternatives but I need you to leave and stop screwing with my brother's head. He's the Don of a crime family. He doesn't need you."No, because he's got his new life waiting for him.A life I couldn't give him."Fine" I say but I feel my heart shattering all over again. He wants me gone and to stay gone so I will. I'll stay gone and I'll do what I need to do in order to survive."Oh and Isabella""What?" I ask without looking at him."I'm sorry you lost your baby. I know this is extremely hurtful and not the time, but Lorenzo needs an heir or heiress. You couldn't give
"Isabella?" He says my name with that Italian accent that I love so much.My heart is hurting with him being here but it's also kicking me for not feeling like I could be honest with him to begin with."Yes?" I answer."I want to kiss you so bad. I want to take you to bed and I want to lay with your head on my chest. I want you to hear how fast my heart is beating.Because right now it's beating so fast I feel like it might explode"His words shouldn't make me feel warm. They shouldn't make me feel anything.But they do.I take his hand and I lead him across the hall. I know I shouldn't and I know it's going to hurt when he leaves but I need to feel him. I need to hold him even if it's for one last time.Maybe I can convince myself that everything will be okay. He will leave and move on but my heart isn't in the same cahoots as it should be with my brain. My heart is telling me to love him still. To ask him to give me another chance. To love me. To forgive me but my pride won't allow
2 hours before."You're getting slow old man" Rafael says as he dodges my next punch."Slow? Fuck off.""Seriously man, what's going on?""I'm sorry if I'm not fucking sunshine. I lost my woman and I lost my unborn child the same fucking week" I say as I throw punch after punch his way. I'm only 29. Almost 30 but the fact that I have lost so much in such a short period of my life is my karma.All the bad things I have done and all the lives I've taken, the men I have lost on the way make me feel rage so deep today that everything I have felt since Isabella walked out of my house makes me feel angry.Pain. Anger. Grief.The whole fucking bunch and it kills me to watch her this way. It hurts so deeply that she hasn't even left her apartment unless it's to go out with Cody. That I know of.A few days ago, I had followed him once again and she was wearing black leggings, a hoodie and sunglasses paired with heavy black boots. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she looked underweight.
I started my training weeks ago, I couldn't run as fast as I wanted to without my scar hurting and I couldn't do a lot, to begin with. Still, once I got home I would do certain exercises to blend in with the pain on the emotional side and the physical too, and I found it so much easier and better.Cody started showing me guns and how to use them.He showed me the clips and the magazines and how to load and unload but using guns would always be the very last resort as long as I held his protection and some of Lorenzo's men but even that it was hard to accept.These are the basic skills that I would need to live in their world and to be safe on my own. When I wasn't training and using all my physical abilities to escape someone if it ever happened, I was continuing to follow Alexei across Chicago Via CCTV footage even managing to pick up a timeline of the times he would visit Russia with his son and his men. Not very often.Then I started following the spawn of satan.Or more specifical
I have spent 10 days in the hospital.I'd spent that week on so many pain meds and antibiotics to help with my immunity, I had days where I felt okay to sit up but then I'd be feeling utter shit the next day and shivering, Coughing and being sick.But I couldn't stop thinking about Lorenzo.I'd never seen a man cry before and he cried. I saw it.I felt it. I could feel the drips in my neck. I heard them talking and arguing when they thought I was asleep.Some nights I'd even pretend to be asleep so I didn't have to speak with anyone. I couldn't stand to see the pity roaming in their eyes when no one cared when he threw me out. But I never had the energy to throw him out the way he did me. Rude I know, but I couldn't bear listening to their Pity. I needed to think.Last night though, I couldn't stop the flow of tears as I looked at my scan. My baby was just a blob but the red and blue colours where his or her heartbeat was what made me cry even harder.It was pip. My pip.Cody dropp
Evie and Elena showed up at the hospital, frantic and worried, wondering what's going on and that's when I spot Cody leaving Isabella's room.He stands next to the door and scrapes his hand down his face before turning and locking eyes with me.He storms up to me and I know the look in his eyes. Murderous.He throws a punch and gets me in the jaw. Then another. And another and I let him."Fight back!" he says but I can't. I shake my head which makes him hit harder."Fucking fight back!" he shouts gathering a bit of a crowd around."Cody! Hey!" Evie says but he doesn't listen to her. He keeps throwing punches."A whore! A FUCKING WHORE! You accused her of selling herself and betraying you?" he says with another punch and this time our men get in the middle and separate him from actually trying to harm."Let me the fuck go" he shouts but they don't. They are his friends just as much as my family and employees.I haven't cried since I was a child. I don't cry over things. I don't show an