TRIGGER WARNINGS - EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE.LucaMy wife is fine, I keep telling myself. She's in the basement level of my home, in the fully stocked hospital bay, not a few doors down from the very room I've set Bianca in. I've ensured it's solely used for Emma, and I've sat beside her, waiting for her to wake for what seems like an age.In all honesty, I should still be sitting by my wife's bedside now, watching her breathe to reassure myself that she's very much alive after they had to perform emergency surgery upon her arrival home because of a ripped muscle allowing air to crush her lung and seep within her abdominal cavity.Niko did his best, by the looks of it, in a shit situation, but even that didn't help for long enough. Emma crashed in the car over here, and their unexpected arrival, with Niko pulling her out of the car to lay her on the driveway, had me racing outside in a panic. We were gathering the things we needed to turn up to my father's when alarm spread throug
"You belong to me now, Bianca. You'll learn I get off on punishing naughty girls like yourself. Every man to touch you, to see you from behind, will be reminded of that. There will be no more crop tops, bikinis, or low-back dresses. Think about your wedding day, being claimed by a man who has another name besides this one scarred into your flesh," I tease, holding the branding iron for longer than necessary. I have no doubt there's enough burned tissue to keep my name scarred on her for eternity. She whimpers, finally shedding the tears I was searching for. This emotional deprivation is how to conquer a woman being tortured below you. But I'm far from over my anger just yet. This is just the beginning. I lick the side of her face, collecting her salty tears, swallowing the sadness I created within her.Pulling back, I stare down at the name 'Moretta' stamped at the base of her spine. "Mine," I murmured, standing up.Dumping the branding iron in a small puddle in the corner. I walk a
Smirking that she listens to me without hesitation. I step away, needing the space to think about how to approach these questions."Tell me about your position in your home?" I ask, stepping behind her to put the scare of the living daylights in her. I hold the scissors, ready to cut her clothing, knowing she'll refuse to talk as much as she did yesterday.Nothing, not a bat of her eyelids. But that's okay; she'll soon learn what happens when she chooses to remain mute. I lift the strap of one side of her top, snipping through the material. The two parts fall, and she gasps while I trace her collarbone with the blades."Something you should know about me, Little B, is I play dirty, and you're making this all too easy for me.""Next..." she dares to demand."Playing your own little game, are we? Okay, let's battle together. What was your role in the attack on our car?" Swallowing, her throat bobs with her guilt, but she refuses to answer, so I press the blade under the other strap. Cu
LucaAfter taking ten minutes to gather my thoughts about what happened with Bianca, I relieve Niko of sitting with Emma.I thought her discomfort was something I craved, but I realised that her fear satiates the monster within me. A beast that has not been fed since Emma returned to me.My father's work has not been rolling in as predicted; honestly, it all but stopped the day he told me I was to marry Emma.Don't get me wrong. I love Emma and want a future with her. Oh boy, do I want a future with her, but she cannot fulfil those dark desires to harm another being. Those cravings have been instilled into me since I was a young boy. They're ingrained into my genetic makeup.Perhaps that's where I've been going wrong. Has my dark tendencies seeped into our domestic life because of my lack of self-care regarding an addiction I hadn't acknowledged until now?Shaking my head in the direction of my thoughts, I reach for Emma's hand. I made Niko leave so I could have time with her alone, h
"I gathered as much," I reply unhappily. Remember our time together, Ithink of Bianca's answers—of the way she revealed only so much and how she broke for me after only two days. A groan sits in my throat at the knowledge that I need to tell Emma the truth about how I've treated her sister in the last two days. She should have expected it, but Emma had never been the typical mafia girl.Shame suddenly flits through me as I make eye contact. True to Emma's supernatural powers, she knows instantly that I'm keeping something from her."What did you do to her?" Emma asks though she seems more resigned to the idea that I did something rather than convincing me she cares for the answer—I presume, anyway."Emma..." I clench my jaw, tensing my muscles that flex on either side of my face. A warning to tell her that she doesn't want to hear what I'm about to say. Yet she rolled her eyes at me as if knowing I'd try to deny her.She's always known me so well. I bet I don't need to explain myself,
Emma "Ah, yes, the pregnancy. About that," the doctor notes, pulling a chair to sit on as he gives me soft eyes that upset me more than the words falling from his mouth. Scratch that; it's the horror of hearing what he's saying and the fact he feels sorry for me that hurts the most. "I ran a few more tests whilst you were under. I wanted to ensure you were as healthy as possible, but the results I received differed significantly from the ones from earlier this week. So I had them rerun three more times with different blood draws." "What are you saying?" "You were never pregnant, I'm afraid. Someone replaced your genuine results for force ones."Replaced. Never pregnant? "Bianca!"I snarl in contempt. This has her written all over it. How could she? What drives her to create fake news, big news, with the intent to hurt her sister— a life that's inadvertently was something I desperately wanted despite having initially been apprehensive about trying for a baby despite that being expec
"It's blood, Luca. Get over it,"I shrug him off while giving the doctor one last look before I move around him. Feeling the air cling to my back where it shouldn't, I falter. My lack of attire momentarily stupefies me. Should I be walking in Luca's home in such a state of undress?Are we even in his home? The room looked rather sterile to be part of a compound medical room, yet my father'swasn'tthis well stocked.Could we be at the hospital?"Where are you going?"He questions, falling into step behind me. I feel the protection surrounding him, his arm moving out to hold something around my back."To find my sister.""You need to rest, Emma.""I'll rest after; I need to confront her; it can't wait, Luca", I say over him so the doctor hears.Staring at each other, lost in a world of mutual pain, we forget the doctor entirely until he clears his throat before speaking."I really do advise you rest, Emma—.""I'll rest afterwards,"I dismiss him before he's even finished with whatever he wa
Dimitri MorettaThere's a fine line between moral and immoral, and I am notorious for walking that line when the need arises. Of course, Lucia keeps me grounded, but when she's not around me, all hell breaks loose regarding my protocols for dealing with a situation. Fear is always a palpable flavour that sticks in the air, clinging to every fibre. It's almost as if I can taste it now, sticking out my tongue to see where the room lies before I've even made eye contact with one person inside it. It also helps my men be an extension of me, easily able to read the room just as I can. One look between us, and they move to do as I wish. They are one of the reasons I've been at the helm of my organisation for as long as I have been.That may be why I like to take a few of my men anywhere I go and why I like to leave my wife at home when, technically, she should be right beside me where she belongs. But even with her manning the fort at home, her opinions still have some sway over my mind, i
Luca"Aria, come to Papa?" I request, sitting opposite Emma on the floor of our new lounge in our new home. I bought a new country estate not long ago, in secret and not in either of our names, of course. Our little family is growing by one more, not to mention all of Rossi's former men, women, and children who have moved with us.Yes. Emma is pregnant again, six or so weeks. A little flickering entity is living deep within her tummy once again. I'm excited to watch her swell with this child, as I was with our princess, and I'm equally happy to find out who fate has blessed us with.Aria is nearly ten months old. She's tall like me. Her previous brown hair has turned into long, curly blonde locks like Emma's, and she has her mother's eyes but strangely looks a hell of a lot like me."Go to Papa, Arri," Emma encourages.Watching intently, I hold my hands out for our little girl, and she shakily takes some steps, holding onto her mother's fingers. I've been away these last few days, bu
Anxiety rolls through me, and I start to wonder if anyone would have followed them. If our impenetrable home will fail us. I started spiralling; I swore I might begin hyperventilating before Luca reentered with his parents.Dimitri and Lucia are dressed down in casual clothes that scream normal people. Luca looks far too overdressed compared to the three of us, but his father appraises him with a grin before holding his hand out."Congratulations, son.""Thank you, Father."Lucia moves away from them and comes to me. She smiles kindly and bends her knee beside me on the sofa."Congratulations, Emma. How are you?" she asks me, her hand coming out to stroke my hair away from my face before she holds my chin much as she has done a few times before."Tired, overwhelmed, wired. That's hard to answer.""Birth does that to you; the drop in hormones is worse than the pregnancy itself. How have you been getting along? Is there anything you need?" She litters me with questions, surprising me. I
EmmaIntroducing Aria to our men—our family was exhausting, but at least we could keep her birth a secret from the outside world with them.Luca and I have been in this quiet, subdued, and fabulous bubble, but just as with everything, Dimitri is not out of the know. The plan was to call him the day after the birth, but we put it off and then again the next day and the one after that. It turns out he made the first move. He called just this morning, six days after her birth, to ask why we were keeping his grandchild away from him and Lucia and if we knew there were protocols in place to pass over the information. The call was scary; I watched the version of Luca, who had been around me for days, turn into the man I came home to over a year ago. Honestly, we didn't call to prevent the rest of the world from knowing. There's this deep-rooted need to protect my little girl; no, that's not right. It's not a need; it's a must. In answer to his question, we knew we would only need to mak
I watch as he grabs Aria's blanket, the little changing bag and a small teddy Anna gifted Aria."Let's get comfortable in the lounge before they come?" He asks, holding a hand out to lead me from the bed.I nod, cradling Aria closer before I stand and let Luca walk us down to the lounge we never use. The sofa isn't as comfortable as the bed; it's cold and far too firm, but I make myself as comfortable as I can while Aria continues to feed. She soon falls asleep, so I move her to lay over my shoulder to burp her. That's when Luca leaves, obviously having word that his parents are here.Anxiety rolls through me, and I start to wonder if anyone would have followed them. If our impenetrable home will fail us. I started spiralling; I swore I might begin hyperventilating before Luca reentered with his parents.Dimitri and Lucia are dressed down in casual clothes that scream normal people. Luca looks far too overdressed compared to the three of us, but his father appraises him with a grin b
EmmaIntroducing Aria to our men—our family was exhausting, but at least we could keep her birth a secret from the outside world with them.Luca and I have been in this quiet, subdued, and fabulous bubble, but just as with everything, Dimitri is not out of the know. The plan was to call him the day after the birth, but we put it off and then again the next day and the one after that. It turns out he made the first move. He called just this morning, six days after her birth, to ask why we were keeping his grandchild away from him and Lucia and if we knew there were protocols in place to pass over the information. The call was scary; I watched the version of Luca, who had been around me for days, turn into the man I came home to over a year ago. Honestly, we didn't call to prevent the rest of the world from knowing. There's this deep-rooted need to protect my little girl; no, that's not right. It's not a need; it's a must. In answer to his question, we knew we would only need to mak
"Take your T-shirt off?" I request with a beaming smile that sends tingles through my veins at the thought of gifting this invaluable gift of life to Luca after so long."O—Kay," he replies with confusion but does it anyway. His shirt goes over his head, and he dumps it with his shoes on the floor. I lay our daughter, who is just as naked as his chest, on him. The doctor raved about skin-to-skin, so surely that extends to her father, too? I gently press her head sideways so she can breathe, and I watch with amusement as Luca holds his hands out as if he thinks he might harm her if he moves. "Here," I smile, moving his hands to cradle her before I cover the pair of them with the blanket around my legs.It's an instant connection for him, his eyes close as he presses his back into the lifted mattress, and he leans down to smell our little girl's head. A sound somewhere between a moan and a groan exits his mouth, and tears fall through his closed eyes."Congratulations, Papa," I whisper
EmmaAs I look down into my baby's eyes, I forget all the hardship her labour created only moments ago. She has the deepest shade of mahogany brown hair that covers her head and curls by her ears, yet her eyes seem somewhat light—perhaps they'll be a shade of blue like mine or a deep shade of marbled grey.Her looks remarkably resemble both of ours, yet it seems she favours her father more. It's in her straight nose, sharp jawline, and chin that resembles his. I know this might change; in fact, there's a sure certainty that my daughter will evolve rapidly, but right now, I couldn't be happier to meet her, especially to have her resemble her father in such ways. My world re-centres around her, making everything else seem dim in comparison to her. I've never felt love like this. It pulls my insides as something imaginary envelopes the pair of us. It feels like a bubble, one that's missing one person—the very man waiting to meet his daughter properly. "Hello, my darling," I hum quietly
The petite blonde, blue-eyed, screaming doll had me hooked. She held my finger and soon babbled up at me as if her world had already revolved around me. Christ, I hope our daughter looks like her mother and equally looks up to me like that. What I'm trying to describe is how fate had me fall for her even then when she was a newborn baby, and my love has lasted this long.Emma turns to me, looking up as she has on so many occasions before. She seeks my gaze on the balcony, and I hold hers for a long moment. A smile spreads on her face, and she summons me, taking my breath away.She's forgiven me yet again, not that I deserve her forgiveness after treating her so demeaningly. Holding one finger up, I back away, turning into the bedroom before floating toward her. And then through the house and down the hall. I walk through the open patio doors and down the steps into the garden and stalk towards her fervently. Her hand is outstretched at the very moment I grab her waist, pulling her
Six months later LucaAs I stare at Emma sitting in our garden with her stomach round and protruding, one hand rubbing it absently, I think over the events that led up to this moment.Things haven't always been easy for us, far from.Falling in love with her at such a young age gave my father the weakness he needed to exploit to keep me in check. He had his gun trained on her one too many times with only our knowledge to make me do as he wished. Taking her away from me made me thicken my skin; that was the most suitable decision he ever made and probably will ever make regarding me and my future. Without that singular choice, I don't know if I would ever have become the man everyone fears. The loss of Emma was monumental in creating the drive I lacked beforehand. I suppose I should be thankful to my father; without his input, Emma's and my child's safety would be at risk more than it is.The sun shines down on her as if telling me to watch my beautiful wife as she walks alongside t