LucaMy father has me work alongside one of his men to dig a hole for this cretin to be buried within. I'm not too happy with the manual labour, but he told me that deciding to take the life means I have to be prepared to bury it also.So I do as he asked, working in silence as I fill myself with hatred for this task I do not wish to be taking part in. Consequences are something I despise, especially his. Anyway, did he indeed mean his pardon for this man?Surely, he couldn't have honestly meant his pardon, not when faced with a man who was supporting another to go against him.Is my father wilting in his old age, or did I, in fact, act out impulsively? Perhaps I did, but then again, someone needs to fucking send a message to Rossi, and it didn't seem as if my father was going to be that person tonight. That's why I killed him, because who better than to kill than his number two?After all, he took Emma away on the single worst day he could, considering she should have vouched herse
I think that's why I march away, heading down the hall and the stairs and out to my car to deposit the bloody finger in a ziplock bag that I just so happen to store in my glove box for moments like these.I ensured to take the one finger with a tattoo on it. It's unmistakably owned by the very person I just buried, and the message I want to get across will certainly be delivered. It is a valid message to put him in his place, which is very much below Emma and me. If Emma weren't in his grips at this very moment, I would take no time to send it tonight, perhaps even hand-deliver it to ensure he knows I claimed his second-in-command's life. But I must ensure she's home safe and sound before I make that imperative move.Staring up at my parents' house, I make a firm decision to assert my independence and ensure that my choices are my own, not my father's. Walking back inside, I enter the front door confidently, fully aware that my mother will be waiting for me. As expected, she stands
Emma I wake in a foul mood; I think because Niko dressed after his shower and then took his pew on the small chair at the desk for the rest of the night. It seems he was just as exasperated. He constantly looked back at me, appraising me before sighing as if he wished he weren't here with me. So I fell asleep, chastising my choice all night, but now that I'm here, I might as well follow through with my instructions. I rise late into the morning, having pretended I was asleep for hours. I don't move an inch, and I most definitely don't roll over to face Niko. And I knew he was awake; after all, he'd been on the phone non-stop all morning. I suppose one might think it's not polite to listen to another's phone calls, but it seems that for most of the morning, he's been talking away to Luca and Mass at home. I only know that because someone asked about me, and he gave a detailed list of everything I've done up until then, so it would only be Luca showing such a need to know my move
My target, Auschwitz, will apparently mingle just before four p.m. He's a man of broad knowledge and is a significant investor in this dinner night for a charitable event for the local hospice. How can a man so dedicated to philanthropy work with someone like my father? The worlds he has his feet in are a far cry from one another. "This monkey suit is not even fitted," Niko moans for the hundredth time about the ill-fitted suit that my father had dropped off this morning. "Did you pack your own? You can change it if you want to..." "You know I didn't, Queen. Jesus, is you man here yet?" He asks, looking around the room as if looking for someone in particular. "I haven't seen him, but then again, we haven't moved from this bar." "I have instructions to keep you safe, Queen, but mingling isn't a safe operation." I frown, isn't it safe? "Oh, he's here," I note as Niko's eyes glaze over for the third time. "Where?" He whispers as he leans in, his hand brushing my lower back wh
LucaI'm livid, so beyond upset that my life has all but halted as I stare down at the photos sent to me from Team B, which is in charge of Emma's care in Germany. Niko, my most trusted confident and number one, not to mention my protector, has his hands all over my wife as he has her caged against a bar.Several people are looking on, caught incidentally by whoever took these photos, exasperating my heartache that Emma has been seen in public with Niko in this manner.Did he not get the message that night I beat Aldo to a bloody mess? Did he not hear the underlying warning I issued to every man on my compound once four of our men lay dead at our feet?I've waited for them to arrive home for an age. Word has it they landed not long ago, and we all know how short of a drive it is from the airstrip to my compound.My veins are laced with the whisky I've consumed in the last few hours. Betrayal is plaguing my every thought, especially where Emma is concerned, considering the lengths I
"Oh look, a welcome home committee," Niko drawls with his funny wit that knows no bounds."Take him," I growl unhappily, swiping that stupid fucking look right off his face.I watch, amused, as Mass clamps his large hand around his bicep, and I hate that Niko doesn't fight an inch.That's a sure sign of fucking guilt right there."What are you doing? Where are you taking him?" Emma asks with confusion.She takes two tentative steps inside the house, watching Niko walk alongside Mass."Luca?" She looks at me."How does it feel, Emma?" I question, barely holding onto my anger."How does what feel?" she asks with an open mouth and wide eyes."Don't play coy with me, wife!" I snarl."Is this about me escaping? Because if it is, I have no shits to give, Luca. I shouldn't have gone without telling you, but you shouldn't have trapped me inside like some bird with no wings—" she tells me, moving to walk behind me.I glance around, noting all of my men have disappeared, which is a good thing.
EmmaThe dimly lit bathroom felt like a maze as I stood still, desperately trying to push away the fear that threatened to engulf me. I extend my arms with cautious, trembling hands to map out the familiar layout. The tips of my fingers grazed the cool, tiled walls, guiding me with tentative reassurance as I found the door.Grabbing the handle, I try again to open the door, but it's useless. Deep down, I know that. I heard the locks slide into place, threatening to take my sanity with them.I'm truly trapped, at his mercy.I visualized the space in my mind's eye. The shower cubicle stands to my left, while the solidity of the bath is to my right. The vanity unit, adorned with its familiar array of toiletries, will be nestled against the wall that houses the door.Seeking solace, I step back, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dimness. The back of my body contacts the shower cubicle door, making me feel the need to ground myself. Collapsing to the floor, I struggle to control my rapid,
It's one thing my husband locking me up but to drug my sister?That's overstepping a damned line.Its anger now coursing through me, but Anna gasped once again, reaching for something on the bed. I watch her pick up A4 pieces of paper, her eyes appraising whatever it is that she's looking at."Oh, Emma!" She cries. "How could you?""What?!" I mutter, walking Bianca and I over to her in a panic.She's holding a multitude of images of Niko and me.He's caging me into the bar as Luca had described, but from the camera's point of view, it looks as if we're embraced in a kiss. Niko's hands are all over me. And myownhand finds its way to the back of his neck as if I'm holding him to me while we embrace.I swallow loudly, getting a look from both Anna and Bianca."That isn't what it looks like—.""Said every cheater going," my sister snorts with disbelief."Bianca," I cry.She looks at me with wide eyes that, this close-up, I can see is bloodshot. She nods, looking from me back to the pictur
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
Bianca Our first proper fight after marriage entailed with me opposing Niko's need to protect me from coming along on his mission as Dimitri had stated I should. It was heartwarming, even if I was creating distance where I definitely didn't want it. I won, though, if that's something to be proud of. I dressed in a little black dress supplied by Sven, an extension of Dimitri, that hugged my every curve, while Niko was dressed smartly in a suit. I hung on his arm as we were escorted to a private dining table in a back room that did nothing for my nerves at the most expensive restaurant chain on the mainland. This is evidently where all the mafia eats, though, because soon after our arrival, other guests filled the room, dining with beautiful women and good-looking men. Everyone around us spoke in every language except English. Italian, Russian, and even Lithuanian. I could string a few conversations together with the few words I knew of those languages. Most weren't worth my ef
Continued: He's one hundred percent right. Why the fuck do they have Mitchel's wife? More importantly, what do the Densels want with Alexandra? I mull this over, overthinking every possible avenue today's mission might take me on. Each one gets worse than the last, but something that stays with me is the fact that Alexandra knows her life hangs in the balance, but equally, her husband does, too. She's not been trained like a typical Italian woman heiress would be; she's common—Italian but common. Can she even take the impending abuse obviously headed her way? She knows things, especially being married to one of the highest-ranking men within the Cartel. She must know something that the Densels want, and I don't doubt they will use whatever means possible to extract whatever they need from her before exposing her in a way that has the Cartel and lowly gang members talking. I hate that Bianca is dragged into this mess, especially considering the current bad blood be
Niko Despite knowing Dimitri has cameras following my every move, I still decide to fuck Bianca on the kitchen counter for breakfast. Call it a sign of 'fuck you' to his need to control my every fucking move, or call it stupidity because I've quickly become a lovesick man. Either way, I did it, and I didn't fucking warn Bianca, which goes directly against my new need to keep her firmly my equal, even in the stupidity that is my side job with Dimitri. We need to talk; I need to explain my role in all of this. But right now, it is not the right time or place in his earshot. Of course, after I had her for breakfast, I took her upstairs to clean up because, despite the evidence to the contrary, I wanted to be the perfect gentleman for her. I want to be the husband my father never was, that any man around me never is. I want to break that curse, to give her comfort in me, and to find comfort in her. Could I see us having a perfect family, a little slice of heaven outside of the tr
Continued: "I usually work alone; working with you might be less lonely." "I'd love to work with you, Niko..." "Oh, I'd like to—," whatever he was going to say is cut short by the loud ping of a phone. It makes me jump, and for a moment, I'm totally upset. I had revelled in Niko's sole attention, but now, he has access to the outside world once again. Does that mean I'll lose him to the outside world so soon after connecting with him so deeply? "Ignore that," he whispers against my ear. His hands roam my sides, dipping below his shirt that I had chosen to steal once again. I giggle, and he smirks. His fingertips rub circles against my hip as he presses his groin forward in an expression of what he wants. "Lascia che ti ami." Let me love you, he requests eagerly. I lay back on my arms, widening my legs enough to show him my acceptance as he strokes his cock through his swim shorts. I watch mesmerised; wanton need rushing through me in waves of ecstasy. The tip of his
BiancaI knew the moment I woke, I'd be walking into something I didn't care to be part of, but equally, I knew that I had no choice in the matter if Dimitri deemed it so.His voice floated upstairs, not loud enough to decipher everything that was said between him and Niko but audibly sufficient to know his tone was condescending and simultaneously authoritative. So I dithered, sitting on the top step close enough to hear them talk yet hidden enough that neither heard nor saw me.Niko was essentially being summoned, and I could tell he wasn't happy about it.Even so, I sat there for a long while as they spoke about this job to remain hidden and out of the limelight until things slowly turned in my direction. It's as if I knew I would be the topic of conversation. I was nervous then; Dimitri knew skeletons I wanted to remain hidden, so I couldn't damn well stay hidden.I moved down the stairs as Niko opposed Dimitri's choice to keep Luca in this life with the one-track mind, which was
Continued: It's clear with the clearing of his throat that I'm asking too much; after all, the agreement is to go, get the girl, and sit tight with her until he or Lucia comes to take them to a marginally better life. Still, I need to know if there's a potential threat looming, especially if she was already intercepted. The risk the Ivarnis have enlightened the buyer about her possible saviour might have them wanting to complete the Passover sooner rather than later. "Niko," Dimitri warns. "I need to know who to look out for in case they are also there to pick the girl up. I doubt the Ivarnis are sitting tight about the fact you tried to take her. They'll be looking out for you and your men, Dimitri. I'm associated with you; they know that. Everyone does." Remaining silent, his shoulders stiffen. Did he not already think that over? "She's headed for the Densels," he admits with a snarl. It's my turn to stiffen; of course, she fucking is. They buy many girls off the back of t
Niko We've spent the last two days exhausting ourselves whilst getting to know one another on this new, deeper level that I was second guessing if we would ever get to experience. Even so, I still have a few places I'd like to fuck her before we go home, whenever that may be.The very next morning, in the early hours of the morning, Sven turned up when I was taking a moment to stare out of the window Bianca seemingly loved to daydream in front of. The boat was a spec of darkness moving on the sea at first, but as he neared closer and the sun rose, I could figure out quite quickly that he indeed returned to help us explore the island as promised the night before.Leaving him waiting on the beach, I let Bianca sleep while I readied food for the pair of us. I prepared a platter of fruit for breakfast that I took back upstairs only after I filled a conveniently placed picnic basket in the kitchen cupboard with an array of antipasti we could enjoy.I planned to take her back to the waterf