Luca This time, I wake to Emma still lying beside me, but it's me who has to leave her now. My phone is ringing, and that only means one thing. I have work to do. Rising as fast as I can to silence the phone in the hopes of not waking Emma, I quickly exit our room and head to my office to find out what it is that my father needs of me. Niko's already leaning outside, smoking another joint as he waits for me. He's been smoking like a trooper since yesterday, a product of being forced to enter a marriage that's most likely unwanted. The smell is enticing; honestly, I'm holding on by a thread not to smoke a joint. But Emma wanted me to stop, even though I've caught her twice now doing the very drugs she despises. So I will try because I want to become a better man for her. "Best answer that," he nods to my phone with his staple smirk, yet even I see the apprehension in his eyes. Has he already had a phone call this morning? Does he know what this is about? Or has one of his abundanc
Luca This time, I wake to Emma still lying beside me, but it's me who has to leave her now. My phone is ringing, and that only means one thing. I have work to do. Rising as fast as I can to silence the phone in the hopes of not waking Emma, I quickly exit our room and head to my office to find out what it is that my father needs of me. Niko's already leaning outside, smoking another joint as he waits for me. He's been smoking like a trooper since yesterday, a product of being forced to enter a marriage that's most likely unwanted. The smell is enticing; honestly, I'm holding on by a thread not to smoke a joint. But Emma wanted me to stop, even though I've caught her twice now doing the very drugs she despises. So I will try because I want to become a better man for her. "Best answer that," he nods to my phone with his staple smirk, yet even I see the apprehension in his eyes. Has he already had a phone call this morning? Does he know what this is about? Or has one of his abundanc
"You sure you want to saddle Emma with this responsibility?" He asks me, sounding angered and disappointed that I'd ask such things of my wife. My wife. "She's better suited," I shrug, hating that I must justify myself. Emma is clearly a born leader, whereas I am not; all my men are hung up on her, and her father's men seem just as smitten with her. Which reminds me, where the fuck am I to put all of them? "Never took you as a—." "Finish that sentence," I warn, grabbing his throat and pinning him to the window; he brings the joint to his mouth, dragging on it in an attempt to show no fear, but I can smell it. His fear seeps from every pore he owns. His behaviour pisses me the fuck off, so I squeeze just that little bit tighter, making him cough, the smoke from his lungs smothering my face as I let go knowing it wouldn't bode well for me to kill my wife's brother. Not when she's so fucking fond of him. And especially not when I want to continue on this path of living one another ov
EmmaSitting in the corner of Luca's makeshift office, I watch him with a frown as he looks through the paperwork with an air of indifference, appraising each detail as if he has a keen interest in the task he's undertaking.I don't particularly appreciate that he's so used to doing it, as he's told me that he's created thick skin against this atrocity.What's even more disturbing is that Niko enters the office with a fist full of Polaroids that he shoves at me. His face is neutral, and it bothers me as I take them tentatively.They are naked pictures of each girl I met outside. Each showcasing their body in different positions. Some are sexual, and some are obviously meant just to prove their body condition.Reciting their names, I ensure to make my mind know these are real women, girls taken from their homes, their lives, jobs, and families. Each a person that'll now be on my conscience, much like my mother's death is.Marrisa. Alana. Harper. Rosie. Rachelle. Sam.I repeat their nam
Rachelle is 22, withnatural blonde hair and blue eyes. She was scouted specifically for this job. No background history is noted on her, yet it's also been noted that she's been paid handsomely.Sam is 19, also blonde, withgreen eyes. She stumbled upon Club Rhodes after a shooting killed her father—because that doesn't sound suss...Luca's uncle took her in and cared for her for the last two years. She agreed to come here, to goto Ivan as part of his personal Harem.Fuck Harem?"They all know?" I ask in disbelief, talking more to myself as I rethink everything I thought I knew about Luca's doggy dealings with his father and the girls that come in and out of this dockyard weekly."Yes," Niko and Luca both answer me instantly.Walking away, I attempt to gather my thoughts as my heart races. How am I only just finding this out now?And why hadn't Luca told me this before?"Your father knows about this?" I frown, my eyebrows probably touching my hairline because I can't believe this is tru
Luca Something has changed in Emma. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the more I sit and stare at her as we eat dinner, the more I realise she's mulling things over that I honestly don't want inside her mind. They say your worst enemy is yourself, and I'm beginning to believe that.I've been brooding since Niko passed her those photos back in the docks. I know he was making a point of treating her above me, but the pair of us doing such things has made a rod for our own backs.Perhaps I was wrong for taking her with me today, but it was the lesser of two evils.Leave her here where Bianca could do anything she wished while I was away or take her to oversee the work that, one day, she'll eventually take over per my request.I hadn't particularly thought anything over beforehand, and now I'm questioning my decisions.Gritting my teeth, I suspend my fork, and the steak speared on it before me. Emma eats heartily, moving from each food group when the last disappears.We hadn't eaten
He's playing cat and mouse with her, and usually, I would laugh, but he did agree to fucking marry her, and he ought to know if he were to have a fucking affair to keep it private. Bianca doesn't seem to know when to stop, her shrill scream filling the damn house as a sharp slap sounds like breaking glass.All quiet on their front, and for a moment, my interest in their little lover's tiff gets the better of me.I almost stand up; I envision glancing out of the dining room to find Bianca somehow overpowering one of Niko's many girls. Not that I think that would be a possibility. He has specific tastes, and all of his girls are on the heavier side of muscular. Bianca is so small, petite and fucking young compared to the type he usually brings home."Ooooh, little Bee. You shouldn't have fucking done that," Niko growls lowly, his voice menacing. A thud sounds, I presume him pinning Bianca to the wall. "Go, Andrea," he stipulates surprisingly. "I'll do it again, don't you worry. Any gi
Emma Over the next week, Luca has an increasing number of jobs circulating from his father compared to the weeks before. I think this has to do with the two-week rule of marital bliss that any heir is given post-wedding before the run-up to their takeover. We are now spending the majority of our time driving around to docks and airstrips to intake the likes of drugs, weapons and girls.Luca has been deferring all decisions to me, even with his father's disgust, but I've been making them, and Luca has been acting on my suggestions. Dimitri's a very clever man, and there's no way he hasn't gotten wind of something shifting between Luca and me. I hope he doesn't take the news so badly that he makes a rash decision regarding my life because the possibility is high, especially in this line of work.This evening, we have a dinner at Dimitri's. Several of the Don will be in attendance, as I'm pledging myself to the Moretta name. This should have happened some time ago, but I ran off to Ge
Continued:My entrance is dramatic, and I twist my ankle. Barely containing the yelp of pain as hands steady me. "Careful," Niko warns as his hands grab my shoulders. Righting me, he strokes my cheek and kisses my forehead. Then he leaves me, moving for Alexandra, who is sitting on one of the kitchen stalls in the middle of the kitchen. I watch Niko closely tie her to the stall, ensuring her hands and legs are immobile.I'm itching to turn every light off and cut out all light for anyone searching for something to guide their way here, to me.The seconds tick by until he's finished, and I slap every light switch to swamp us in darkness when he begins to stand."Bee?" He questions me as the house falls into darkness. The silence around us stretches out only as far as Alexandra's laugh allows. She knows, god, she knows that they're coming. "Isaw lightout at sea," I whisper to Niko. "She's guiding them here. I'm sure of it!" I tell him desperately, knowing he probably won't believe m
BiancaThings are escalating so quickly, and I'm at a complete loss for words. I don't know what to do with the information safely stowed away in my bra. It is burning my skin. It's begging me to reveal it, knowing deep down that we need to acknowledge the fact that a Densel was seemingly working against one of their own with the likes of another man's wife, who just so happens to be one of the top three rulers of our kind.I'm sure Niko could make more heads over the tail of it himself, but I don't want to give away the game for Alexandra only to win with the upper hand. Because she knows, she knows what Benji was doing there, and she might be the fucking key for the downfall headed our way. Now, whether Benji is the one she is hinting at or if she is hinting at Mitchel is above me right now.Anxiety rolls through me, and a sixth sense begs me to accept the truth. They were working together, but for what and why? And more importantly, who?So, I defer. I accused her of cheating des
Continued: Sighing and gritting my teeth in annoyance, I begin to unbutton my shirt in a hurry. Shifting it off my shoulders, I hold it out to Alexandra with a stern look of annoyance, willing her to take it without saying thank you. Sven chuckles from the back of the boat. He's far enough away that his chuckle comes at me quietly, but I hear it anyway as I make eye contact with him. He never did appreciate having morals. "Thank you," Alexandra eagerly takes my shirt, wrapping it around herself, proving she was trying her damned hardest to conceal the fact she was indeed very cold. I train my gaze away from her lack of attire, aware that my staring might well upset Bianca, and I far from want to create that distance between us. Not after we've come so far in our relationship. "I think you need to start talking, Alexandra," I finally demand with a low undertone, my voice as menacing as I can make it. I want to instil as much fear as I can to successfully seek the answers I need. Bu
Niko The short ride to the private dock is tense and, quite frankly, unnerving as I try to remain stoic and quiet after saving Alexandra and nearly losing Bianca in the process. I want to ask Bianca exactly what happened and how she came to be in that room alone with no one holding her there as I thought I'd find, but I cannot fathom asking these questions in the earshot of Sven, and perhaps even Alexandra. I need to judge whether the pair of them are safe, and I definitely need to gauge whether Alexandra is a threat. How did she know that Bianca would be in that room, and would she tell me if she had planned to abduct her alongside the Densels? I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but the Densel dabble in illegal requirements of girls, even by the mafia's sordid morals and not one family knows the coordinates of any one of their bases. Most girls, if not all, disappear without a trace after they are handed over to the Densels. It's quite literally as if they vanish into thin air
Continued:"Stop calling me Bambi.""Don't you like to be reminded of who you belong under, Bee?" "Benji, I—."Surprisingly, he pushes past me, heading for the opened suitcase on the bed. He shoves a few loose articles inside, then walks off to bathroom returning with a wash bag that goes in too.I blink, like a retard. What in the hell?"Don't play games with me, Bambi. Sit down," he scowls at his hands, speaking in the same tone as before. And yet his whole demeanour changes. He drops the knife on the bed, disregarding it as if it hurt him to hold it up to me.I frown at the door I'm still stood before and I talk in a genuinely frightened and confused voice."Okay, okay. Where do you want me?" I ask."There," he point to the desk."I'll sit," I tell him, moving with my hand before me to show I'm playing his game. Even if it seems demented at this point. I walk to the desk, and I see a notepad and pen supplied by the hotel. Taking the pen I write down on the notepad.What the fuck i
BiancaNiko executed his plan very promptly leading me and grabbing the girl as we compiled out of the small door that led us back here in the first place. But things don't continue as expectedly when I start to veer off from Niko with the encouragement of a hand that surely isn't his."Let go of me," I hiss in pain as I'm dragged by the wrist through the crowd of people. The hand holding my wrist is cold, and unlike Niko's warm and inviting touch, I recoil very quickly from the individual leading me away. I try to turn away using my weight as a tool to pivot in the direction I want to head in, my aim is to head back to the group of people that are now lingering outside the door. Back to Niko, back to safety but my feet lose purchase on the floor, my body being lifted quite easily as if I weighed nothing.The strong smell of aftershave fills my nostrils, a stark reminder of him, of Don Densel."Let me go! Let go of me," I begin to shout.Pushing away from the body I find myself crus
Continued: Fuck, I knew bringing her here would mean trouble. No girl enters the den if not to be sold. "Stop," I hiss at Alexandra's struggles as I circle in a hurry. The weight of her stare has me wilting, yet I cannot concentrate on protecting her as I should. I should be hurrying her out of the hotel, getting her into the getaway car. Yet I'm failing my job because of Bianca's whereabouts. "Niko?" Alexandra's voice shows her confusion as she looks up from where my hand is crushing her wrist to my face. I allow myself one moment to look her in the eye, and then I continue to look around the dispersing people for Bianca but not before I see her shoulders square up rather than drop in relief. "Yes, it's me. Please stop trying to get away from me. I've lost Bianca," I worry aloud. "She's over there with Mr Densel," she points out. I halt, turning the way she looks as I see the tail end of Densel leading Bianca through a door at the back of the restaurant's main room, much as I l
NikoI barely had enough time to glance at Alexandra's way, let alone devise a plan with Bianca to lure her away from that table and to safety. I took too long entertaining Bianca and failing to ignore the men's stares when, in fact, I should have been devising a quick escape plan as per my brief.I start thinking of big distractions. Having something like a fire creates chaos seems the best bet. We could grab her as everyone rushes to safety, but the Densels obviously do not want to play around.This Passover seems to be happening far quicker than many before it, and Alexandra is in serious danger of being lost to the Densels.No one has a clue about their bases or where they take their girls, but they live off the grid somewhere protective, and no soul has breathed a word of their whereabouts in years. I've lost a fair few girls, and none have ever shown up afterwards so I fear that's the reasoning for the lack of information. And unfortunately each girl is a life etched into my bra
Continued: Again, I feel the weight of each gaze around the room. Are they seriously waiting for me to eat so they can perve on me some more? I push aside my discomfort and begin to eat. My mind replays our conversation, and I get the intense feeling of needing to push Niko on the subject of his private work. What's their deal, anyway? "There she is," I note, seeing one of Ivarni's sons holding onto a girl's bicep. She looks far from in perfect condition. Despite ample make-up, there's a noticeable darkened mark around her lip as evidence she's been maltreated unacceptably. Her blonde hair screams fake, especially against her tanned skin, and she looks highly dishevelled. Niko tips his beer up, and now I see why he ordered a drink with such a big glass. His movements are half hidden by the fact that he's drinking, but of course, he looks back their way as I try to place the girl's face. Her name is in the back of my mind, yet I struggle to recall it or who she is. But I recognise