Emma
Luca reacts abruptly, slamming his foot on the brakes with such force as if there was an imminent threat of a multi-car pile-up ahead. The car comes to a screeching halt in a matter of seconds, throwing me forward as the seatbelt tightens against my skin, crushing my ribs and causing me to let out a painful groan. I am still trying to catch my breath when we take a sudden left turn into a narrow single-track lane. The lane is covered with thick foliage of trees that wind around, obscuring the view ahead of us. As we continue down the lane, I realize that we are approaching a massive ten-foot wall. The wall is manned by at least five guards who seem to be on high alert at our appearance. The only way into the compound is through a wrought iron gate that is being guarded by these men. The term "compound" refers to Luca's place of residence, a secured and heavily guarded home where his men are constantly patrolling the perimeter. I have kept tabs on Luca's every movement and ability, meticulously trained to match his skillset perfectly. However, since I left him, I couldn't help but notice a significant change in his demeanour. Luca has become the enforcer his father needed, resorting to ruthless and violent means without a second thought. I have observed his frivolous lifestyle, indulging in drugs, money, and women. Witnessing his behaviour has caused me immeasurable pain over the last six years. Despite my departure from his life, I have maintained my own network of spies within Luca's team, ensuring that I can stay ahead of him. My spies are deeply embedded in his organization, and he remains oblivious to their presence. I intend to use this advantage to protect myself and any children I may bear for him. With my spies as our sole protectors, I can rest assured that we will always be safe from harm. As the car glides through the iron gates and onto the long driveway, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. It's been years since I've seen Luca, and I'm not sure what to expect once we're alone. The man I once knew was kind and thoughtful, but I fear he may have changed for the worse. As we approach the house, I'm stunned by its size. It's far larger than any place I would have expected Luca to live in, let alone work from. The car comes to a stop, and before I can even gather my thoughts, Luca turns to me with a sneer. "Things have changed since you were last home, bambina," he hisses. "I'm a man now." I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as he exits the car, his eyes scanning the men gathered around us with interest. It's clear that word has spread about his recent acquisition, and I can't shake the feeling that something dangerous is brewing. As we make our way inside, I can't help but notice the subtle changes in Luca. He's more confident and more aggressive. He's become the man his father always wanted him to be, and it's clear that he's not the same person I once knew. But I refuse to let him see how his actions have affected me. I won't give him that power. So I put on a brave face and steel myself for whatever comes next. Despite only Don Moretta currently making preparations to pass down Luca's birthright, this is expected to have a significant impact on all the families that are in any way connected to the Morettas, so I'll be facing two Don's assessments until our marriage is legal. As Luca strolls around his car, I can see that he is surrounded by six men. However, upon closer observation, I noticed that only one of them seemed to be paying any real attention to him, and he was familiar. The man standing in front of me is clearly agitated. He leans in close and speaks in a low, menacing tone. "Hurry up, I don't have all night," he hisses, his breath hot on my face. I feel a surge of panic rise in my chest but manage to stifle the expletive that was about to escape my lips. I glance over at Angelo—one of my own, hoping for some kind of support or reassurance. He catches my eye and shakes his head, barely perceptible. I know what he means—don't antagonize him further. As we stand in front of the grand Victorian estate, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at its beauty. However, my admiration is cut short as Luca grabs my arm and drags me inside the house. Despite being his soon-to-be queen, I feel like a mere puppet in his hands. I bite my tongue hard enough to taste blood, hoping that it will keep me from saying anything that might make things worse. I try to keep my eyes fixed on Luca's side profile, ignoring the grandeur of the estate around me. I know that the next few moments will be crucial, and I can't afford to make any mistakes. The men follow behind us, and one of them asks, "Who's this?" with a hint of curiosity. However, Luca immediately shuts him down, saying, "No one of importance... keep your eyes off, Danny," while his grip on my arm tightens. It's clear that his behaviour contradicts his words. As I look around, I can see that his men are all staring at me with furrowed brows, their concern for my safety palpable. Yet, despite their worry, none of them offer any help. They remain stoically quiet as if they are afraid to speak up or intervene. The only exception is Angelo, who has a small and insignificant smile tugging at his lips. I know he's not afraid of Luca and that he understands the true extent of my powers. He knows that I could kill Luca within a matter of seconds with only my bare hands, but he also knows that I would never do that to the only man I have ever loved. Luca continues to drag me through the house; his grip on my arm is unrelenting. We walk for what feels like an eternity, finally ending up in a room that seems to be on the furthest edge of the property, probably the farthest from his bedroom that he could possibly get. The silence in the room is deafening, and I can't help but wonder what he has planned for me. As he opens the grand wooden doors, my eyes widen in amazement at the sight before me. The bedroom is fit for a king and queen, with ornate crown mouldings and gold accents adorning every inch of the walls. I can't help but admire the stunning decor, but my thoughts are quickly interrupted as Luca snarls at me, his voice dripping with venom. "Stay here; I can't trust a snake with my secrets," he spits, pushing me with unnecessary force to make me cross the boundary line. I stumble and catch my toe on the edge of the open door, but I don't make a sound. I can feel the pain radiating through my bones and up my leg, and a hiss escapes from the back of my throat involuntarily. Luca's mistrust of me is evident, and I know it's misplaced. But I can't bring myself to ask him to turn his gaze to the true culprit, so I simply nod in agreement as he issues his stipulation. He snarls once more before slamming the door shut, the sound of the lock clicking loudly behind him. I'm trapped here in this slice of heaven until he returns for me. I should move from the spot where I landed, but I'm too shaken by Luca's less-than-friendly reaction to my return. The air is thick with tension, and I can't shake the feeling that things are about to get much worse before they have any chance of getting better. The overwhelming feeling of being trapped in this situation threatens to consume me. Luca's father believed that I was a hindrance to his son's strength and success. In his eyes, I was the source of his son's weakness, and therefore, he removed me from Luca's life. As a result, Luca has become the king he was destined to be, but at what cost? I can't help but wonder if Luca will reject our proposal of marriage. The thirty-year promise between our families may be broken before it even comes to fruition. I fear that Luca will go insane trying to find a way out of this demanding situation that his father has forced him into just before his takeover of the family business. The pressure on him must be immense, and I can only imagine the turmoil he must be going through. As I regain my composure, I take another look around the room and marvel at the exquisite decor. My fingers glide over every surface, exploring every nook and cranny and tracing every detail of the intricate design. I am drawn to the bed, its inviting warmth and softness beckoning me closer. The scent of a man lingers on the bedding, a deep, musky fragrance that fills my nostrils with an intensity that sets my senses ablaze. It reminds me of Luca, his masculine presence and powerful aura, and I am lost in thought for a moment. Slowly, I make my way to the closed doors, curious to uncover the secrets they hold. Inside, I discover a bathroom that is fit for royalty, with gleaming fixtures and sparkling surfaces that reflect the light in a dazzling display. And then there is the walk-in closet, a spacious chamber that seems to stretch on forever, with rows upon rows of neatly arranged clothing, shoes, and accessories. It is a sight to behold, a testament to the opulence and grandeur of this place. As I looked around the closet, I am met with a sight that made me feel both envious and intimidated. Rows upon rows of luxurious clothes are neatly hung on hangers, drawers full of designer underwear and ties, and racks of shoes that looked like they were worth a fortune made of the finest Italian leather, all meticulously arranged to perfection. It was clear that every item was handpicked with the utmost care, each expensive piece bearing the name of a well-known brand that screamed 'I'm a fucking Don'. The scent in the room was unmistakable, a fragrance that I had recalled from memory over and over again, a scent that I could only describe as his signature smell. Years we've been apart, yet here in the flesh, it smells so much better than I remember. My eyes scan the neatly arranged shirts hanging on the hangers. My gaze lands on a white dress shirt, and I reach out to pluck it from its place. Bringing it to my face, I inhale tentatively, and instantly, a pleasant sense of familiarity washes over me. The scent of the shirt is unmistakably his, and it's even better than I had imagined it to be. The combination of his cologne and his natural scent is intoxicating, and I can't help but take another deep breath to take it all in. The feeling of contentment that washes over me is indescribable, and for a moment, I am transported back to a time when everything felt perfect. His scent is fucking sexy, heady... creating that deep throb that takes seed in my womb, licking its way through my veins as it begs me to seek out the pleasure my fingers taught me could come from than small little nub nestles at the top of my vagina. Based on my observation, it appears that Luca has brought me to his bedroom. I find myself wondering why he would have done so and what his intentions are. I'm curious that he has chosen to trap me in this particular location. And I am left with several questions regarding his motives. Stripping, I place his shirt over my body, enveloping myself in him and stealing his scent to calm my nerves. As I stand in the centre of the room, I slowly turn in a circle to take in my surroundings once again. The room is familiar now, yet there's a sense of restlessness within me. My eyes catch the sight of a door leading to a patio, and I feel a sudden urge to step outside to feel the fresh air on my skin. I walk towards the door, hoping to find it unlocked. As I reach for the handle, my heart sinks as I realize it's locked. I look out longingly through the glass panels, wishing I could step outside and bask in the sunlight. The lush greenery beyond the door seems to beckon me, and I can't help but feel trapped inside as a moment of despair electrocutes my mind, memories flooding behind my eyes as I remember those days locked away in isolation. As I contemplate escaping the room, there is one crucial factor that holds me back—Luca. I cannot help but wonder if he will always harbour ill feelings towards me or if there is a glimmer of hope that I can earn back his trust and reignite the deep love that we once shared.LucaMy mind is in disarray as I sauntered through the vast expanse of my property with purpose. I needed to find a place to gather my thoughts and sort out the turmoil that was raging inside me first. I had to entrap this liar to ensure she was kept far away from my secrets, and then I needed to get myself into check. The house is enormous, with more than twenty-eight bedrooms at my disposal, each more opulent than the last. I could have chosen any of them to deposit Emma in, but instead, I decided my bedroom was where she belonged.My bedroom was my sanctuary, my place of refuge. It was located in the far corner of the property, away from the hustle and bustle of the remainder of the house. It is a spacious room, three times the size of any other in the compound, and it boasted the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in. As I forcibly pushed her in, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. This was my domain, my safe haven, the one place where I could be myself and let my guard down a
EmmaAs my eyes flutter open, I am greeted by the sun's dazzling rays streaming through the two glass doors. These doors lead out onto a balcony ideally placed to face the rising sun, illuminating the multiple hills that rest beyond the locked doors.Despite the beauty of the outside world, I feel trapped and confined within these walls. I long to step out onto the balcony to inhale the crisp night air, but last night, when I tried the doors, I discovered they were locked. I could have tried to use the pins in my hair to pick the lock and escape, but the risk posed by the men guarding the house made me hesitant and the man who holds my heart even more so.As I lie here, I reminisce about the countries we have lived in over the years. The United Kingdom has always held a special place in my heart because of him, and I am grateful to be back. The cool English air is a welcome change from the hot and humid weather I have experienced elsewhere. The countryside here is unparalleled; even m
LucaAs I drive to the docks on the south coast, the silence around me is suffocating. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, causing my outer layer to appear angry and agitated. The air feels icy and dry, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.Last night, I couldn't sleep a wink. I lay next to Emma as she slept peacefully, my fingers straying one too many times to the random silver scars glittering under the moonlight. As I traced them with my fingers, my mind was filled with questions—how did she get these scars? Who put them there? And why?With each new scar that I found, my anger grew more substantial. A hit list began to form in my mind - her parents for not protecting her, their men for failing to do the same, and the person or people who put those scars there to begin with. I'd miserably failed the one promise I made Emma when she was six years old."I'll always protect you, Blondie," the words return to me on repeat.I couldn't help but feel a desperate urge to shake Emm
EmmaThe pain I feel is not just physical. It's a deep emotional hurt that I'm struggling to shake off. The memory of his face twisted in disgust as he pushed me away still lingers in my mind. I can't help but feel hurt and rejected.But it's not just that. The sight of him covered in blood sent a wave of fear through me. I was scared that he was hurt and that he might fall unconscious at any moment. My heart raced as I tried to help reassure him as any mafia wife should, but he pushed me away like I was nothing.Our time apart has done more damage than I could have imagined. Our fathers' decision to separate us has caused us nothing but pain and heartache. It's unfair that we have to suffer the consequences of their actions.If they had left us alone, we could have lived happily together. We could have had a family, something that we've always wanted. We wanted to have a child before Luca was passed down the family business so that we could enjoy our young family without the fear and
LucaAfter taking that shower, I couldn't help but realise how much self-control I had to exercise to keep myself from getting too close to Emma; it would only take one small decision to fall at her feet and allow her the control she used to have over me. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way, but it's difficult when my heart tells me to give her another chance. The problem is that Emma seems to be hiding something from me, which is making it hard for me to trust this new version of her. Despite this, I can't shake off the feeling that she deserves a second chance after all.The pain is still raw, even after six long years. It's as if it happened yesterday, and the memories of her leaving me are still vivid in my mind. She ripped my heart out and splattered it on the floor, leaving me to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of what happened. And yet, here she is, acting like nothing has changed. Seeing her act like everything is fine is infuriating, as if she didn't just shatter
EmmaAfter being invited to breakfast, I stupidly thought perhaps things were changing and that Luca would now start to treat me as he should. Yet it was as if he had set out to hurt me, and I foolishly allowed him to continue doing so for the rest of the day. The pain was so intense that I retreated to his room, sulking and nursing my wounds alone. I even called out to Anna, treating her like she was only there to cater to my needs. I asked her to bring me mountains of chocolate, hoping to help ease the pain.As I sat there in bed, I devoured bar after bar, trying to find solace in the sweet and creamy goodness. The words that Luca had hurled at me kept playing over and over again in my mind like a broken record.I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Does he really hate me so much that he doesn't even want to give me the wedding I deserve? Every girl deserves a wedding to remember..."I couldn't believe how ruthless he had become. It was as if I didn't even know him anymore.The night w
LucaAs I step out of my car, my shoes hit the pavement with a steady rhythm that synchronises with my heartbeat. I'm standing in the driveway of the house where I grew up, but I'm about to leave the comfort of the familiar behind and make my way to my father's office, where he summoned me earlier this evening. The halls of my parent's home are dimly lit, but the soft glow is enough to guide me as I walk towards my father's office, wondering what he wants to talk to me about this time. I've been meeting with him regularly lately, and while it's become routine, I can't help but feel a sense of unease every time I step into his office under his domain. You see, I've recently taken on the role of underboss in the family business, preparing to become the next Don of the Italian Mafia. It's a position I never expected to find myself in, having grown up as a half-Italian boy in London, feeling like I only fit in with myself. Looking back, it's clear that everyone was afraid of me and, mo
EmmaThis meeting went differently than I wish it would. Yet, as I listen to Luca hiss his annoyance with my presence, I internally laugh that this is precisely how I imagined he would react to me.After being told to sit back down, I internalise my musings, thinking back to that day six long years ago.As a child, I didn't understand the concept of love, I don't think any child can. That was until I met the boy who lived just next door to me. He was older than me, but we grew up together, and as time passed, my feelings for him only grew more substantial and more robust. He was an ever-present embodiment of protection, lurking often and saving me from myself just as frequently. I fell for him completely and utterly, with a deep emotion that I couldn't comprehend then.However, tragedy struck just as quickly as my love for him had blossomed. My father was threatened with a gun to his head by his very best friend and none other than Luca's father to get me away from the boy I was betro