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
I'm barely holding on to the ability to treat her as I should, that impatient side of me wanting to get this over with. To extract the information in any way possible. In all honesty, a part of me believes she should take her secrets to the grave, but I do think Emma would hate me and in extension of myself, Luca if I were to bury her last family member six feet below to bury my own dirty secret."Come on, Bianca, work with me while I still have the patience. Otherwise, you'll meet a side of me you'll hate and trust me when I say you don't want to meet him.""I've met worse," she mutters in disbelief."Perhaps I'll prove you wrong. Tell me where your men are?"She barely shakes her head, but knowing she won't play along with me is enough."Fine," I sigh, standing up to pace before her. "I'll give you a few more hours to decide. If you continue this game when I return, I'll have to take things into my own hands. Trust me, Bianca, you don't want that."I walk away before I snap the girl
LucaEmma refuses to go back to bed, either to the medical room or our own. Her first port of call is to visit Anna; she requests food and lots of it. Fruits and meats. Olives and dates. And I can only agree, watching her eat—joining her eat. I sit beside her, cradling her back to ensure she doesn't fall off the stall—scared she might become lightheaded at any moment. I watch her eat; her appetite is hearty and very well-needed. If she is to heal, she needs her strength."When did you last eat?" I ask her with piqued curiosity."Dinner," she exclaims between mouthfuls. "This night, you woke me up to accompany Bianca home.""That was days ago," I worry, chewing my bottom lip as she reaches for the olives, which she pops several in her mouth."Would you like a proper meal?" Anna asks. "You need your strength."Soup!" Emma nods. "And some of your seeded bread. That sounds so good," she answers, almost drooling."Of course," Anna agrees all too eagerly. Frowning, I think of the meal I o
Fuck, who am I kidding?That wound is so fresh it's still bleeding and oozing even for me.Walking out of the house and into the garden, I find Emma sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet hanging into the water. She's clutching the poolside, staring up at the early evening sky. The sun is almost setting, and the sky is clear. It's a beautiful evening, and I'd admire it if it weren't already tainted with malice, hurt, and anguish."Bambina," I call, walking behind Emma before I kneel behind her."She could have done anything," she murmurs quietly. "Made up any story to get me to head to town. She could have just taken me at my father's compound. Yet she gave me a future, a life I hadn't envisioned until then. And then she inadvertently ripped it away. I wanted that baby, Luca. I wanted them so bad it hurts worse than losing my parents.""I'm sorry, Bambina. What she did... there's no forgiveness for decisions like that. But we can have a baby, Bambina. You know I've always wanted yo
"Having morals doesn't make you a bad man, Luca.""Tell my father that," I shrug. I lean my chin on Emma's head and look across my beautiful gardens. My little slice of heaven in my own compound. I forgot how utterly beautiful this property is. I've lacked the initiative to genuinely appreciate the home I've made for myself. Yet another thing to thank Emma for."I will. When the time is right, and the truth is needed, l will put him in his place. I've never been afraid of Dimitri, Luca.""I know," I scoff. "I think that was the problem, honestly.""Problem?""You never felt fear; I'm not sure you do now either. My father admired that in you, but he also hated it. And I think I know why now.""Why?" She asks quietly, thoughtfully."The same reason he's kept me from studying the protocols of being the Don. Because you're a born leader, whereas I am not. I'm a follower, Emma.""What does that mean?" She questions me with confusion. It's evident, even if only in her tone. I rethink my dec
EmmaI can't sleep; it's been two days since I woke up in the medical room, two days of unease and unrest, but even with how tired I am, I am unable to let go of my anxiety and upset to just...rest.I need the rest that everyone is preaching—Luca, the doctor, Niko, and Mass. Even Anna has come to find me to apologise, bringing me a pot of vanilla ice cream as I sat in Luca's office just last night. He was working, and I was restless. He demanded that I go to bed and that he join me later, but I refused. I presume he sent word for Anna to keep me company, but honestly, I didn't want to have a small chit-chat with her. I just wanted to bask in Luca's gaze, which landed on me more often than it did on the laptop he was trying but failing to work on.Luca's been pandering to my every whim; quite frankly, he's given me more to think about than ever before.Me—he wants me to become the next Don Moretta.Is that a possibility?Will Dimitri agree?More importantly, do I want that?It would gi
"So, are you ready?" Emma asks, pushing her food around her plate again. I'd argue with her, but I've had about enough of arguing with her regarding protecting this pregnancy we both crave. So I fill my mouth with food instead, choosing to take a back seat, if only for this evening. "Of course she is, there's no pressure. We both know we're only doing this because Dimitri is forcing us," Niko quips. "Niko..." I warn. "You'll learn to love one another," Emma notes, ignoring his jibe about the whole situation. Honestly, it makes sense, and the longer I've considered my father's idea, the more I realised how good this is for not only us as a group wanting to keep something as important as DNA concealed but also for Bianca, as her life depends on this communion. I think Niko knows this, and perhaps the drive to agree is not for me as a friend and leader but more so because there's doubt Emma could take another blow, like losing her sister. One thing I'm grateful for, in hindsight no
Luca "For goodness sake, lay down, Emma!" I demand with frustration. She's refusing to do as the doctors ordered. She's walking around our bedroom, collecting mundane things that make no sense to me. I intercept her, guiding her to the end of the bed, where I push her lightly—very lightly—to sit and relax. "I'm pregnant, Luca, not dying." "The doctor said strict bedrest for a few days," I note whilst clenching my jaw so as not to talk to her with the tone that's begging to put her in her place. She's my wife, and she's pregnant with our child. She needs rest; the doctor literally ordered it. "And that was five days ago. I need to bathe; I want to shave and pluck my brows, ready for Bianca's wedding in a few days. I also need to go out and get a dress..." "I'll have a rack brought here; you can try them on at your leisure and keep the others for another time. We're not going into town..." I tell her, finally allowing some of my contempt to filter through my tone. She stands, st
It has me thinking. Forgiveness is not warranted, but me holding onto my malice is just hurting me. Luca was right, though I don't forgive my sister. Allowing myself to move past her upsetting actions will release me from the hold I've found myself drowning in.Bianca's guilt is another thing she'll have to live with despite my forgiveness."I forgive you," I mutter breathlessly as I hold her in a headlock."What?" She shouts."I forgive you, Bianca.""Why?" She asks."It's simple: I forgive you because I can. I won't be held prisoner by the upset and anger your actions caused."Letting go of her, she moves away, taking her stance once again before me. We regard each other with hooded eyes, and I see the confusion melting through her. What she doesn't realise is that perhaps forgiving herself would unleash her from the guilt prison she has herself in. But I'm not about to make her see the light. She deserves to stay imprisoned.Suddenly, she kicks out at my stomach, winding me as pain
Emma"Amore Mio?" Luca calls me as I stand on the balcony, watching Bianca train with Niko and our men. Some of my father's men have started filtering over, the ones without wives and children, that is. And as they stand amongst Luca's men, I see our future taking shape. But Bianca and Niko are the main subjects of my gaze in the now, so I push aside the future to concentrate on the present. It seems the pair of them need to let off some steam, and sparring the shit out of each other is helping them. They spar easily, Bianca having trained with my father and me for some years, and I already know Niko has good capabilities that he's probably grown up with. "Yes, Luca?""Whatcha doing?" he asks as his hands slide around my waist. He steps up to me, kissing my neck. Tipping my head, I allow him more access while keeping my eyes on my sister. Tracking her movements, I sigh deeply. A strange pull makes me want to join them. But the stubbornness inside me has me closing my eyes to break th
"I must go, Father, if that's all.""It isn't," he tells me fleetingly. "I have a job coming up. Densel has called a meeting; I'm not invited. I need eyes and ears for the meeting. I need someone inside.""When did that happen?""Just last night," he confirms. "I've had word that he's making movement. I'm unsure what his aim is, but we must get on top of this before word gets out." He frets."That's what you think this is about? Father, no one knows about Emma. I've ensured that. This has to be about Bianca. Franko was adamant Bianca belonged to him. Rossi must have struck a deal. I haven't discovered what was promised or if she was in exchange for something, but I will. Honestly, I think it weird he'd promise Bianca at all. She was to be the next Don; marrying her to someone low like Densel would have been my last choice.""We all have our preferences," my father cites. "Get me someone on the inside. Someone he wouldn't expect. He has to trust them.""I know a few people. Let me call
Luca"Why is Emma completing your jobs?" my father asks me as we speak over the phone. The pretence was about business landing this afternoon, but the longer we spoke, the more he worked to ask me something. The jobs have been slow since Emma took in the drugs, I think because my father realised my intentions, but I haven't complained. The less time we spend on jobs, the more time we have in the bedroom—or kitchen, perhaps even the gardens, as I take her after a slow walk and in-depth talk.Things have been improving between Emma and me, and I can't complain."Ah, you noticed that, did you?" I tease. Gripping a cigarette out of the drawer on my office desk, I bring it to my mouth and light it as my father remains quiet on the other end of the phone."Noticed?" He snaps. "Oh, I've noticed your slackness, Luca. It's the talk of the heirs. Word has it the future is changing at your hands, and everyone's for it.""Well, that's good; I don't need to work hard to get everyone to travel on
Walking me to the bed, he places me down softly at the end of the mattress, leaning with me as he deposits me on my back. His arms lay on either side of my head as we kiss passionately, his tongue swiping against my own as we share the saliva living in our mouths. My hands find their way into his hair, fisting gently as a wave of pleasure flits through my lower stomach, making me attempt to close my legs finding that it's an impossibility with him between them. Luca takes that as his cue to laugh before pulling back, taking his lips and tongue to kiss down my throat, between my breasts. Overmy stomach."One day soon, this tummy will swell with our child, and I'll worship you at your feet for giving me my second reason to live," he whispers against the taught skin of my tummy."Your first?" I breathe."You, of course, Amore Mio.""Soon," I say with avid hope, jumping back to the thought of a child living within me. I think that's something we both want now, something I can be thankful
Emma"Luca—," I drag out as he slams me into our bedroom door carelessly. The night was a success, and I've officially agreed to work for his name much as I promised to remain by his side at our wedding, not that there was ever any cause for concern regarding protecting Luca's legacy. It's always been at the forefront of my mind; I've never needed convincing."Fuck you're so enticing, Bambina. Why did we fight for all those weeks?" He asks me as he kisses up the column of my neck beneath my chin, only to pull away and start on the opposite side of my neck from my clavicle to my ear. His beard ruffs against my skin, sending slight tingles through my neck."It was—fun," I admit shyly because, amid the heartbreak, I found some solace in connecting with Luca after so many years apart, even if it was unfavourably. "Oh, it was?" He asks, pulling back to stare at me with an incredulous look of confusion, but his hands never leave my waist, his fingers flexing as he says his following words.
“Very well, Franko. Perhaps you'll be my first enemy. How joyous," Emma laughs manically.So sexy..."You bitch, you haven't got that title yet. It belongs to Bianca; go lay down under your husband and stay in your place!""Enough," I growl unhappily. "Emma is the next Don Rossi. She'll be taking over in my name. All assets will pass between us, and we will rule with an iron fist over both cartels," I tell him, walking closer to where I grab his shoulder. Squeezing down, I have him turning into a bitch himself. "If I ever hear you talk to my wife like that again, you'llbe fertiliser formy plants.""Stop," Maria Densel, his mother, cried as I make him kneel at my feet."Do you understand, Franko?" I ask, ignoring her as I press hard on his clavicle."Yes," he spits through clenched teeth. "Very good, stay the fuck away from my wife and sister-in-law. And keep far, far away from me."Walking away, I note every damned person staring my way. They all look shocked that I'm letting the man