LucaAs I watched Emma and Niko work together to take down the man who dared to touch her, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I was grateful for his help and support towards her, but on the other, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that it was he who was man enough to stand behind her. After all, shouldn't it have been me by her side, lending my strength and heat to protect her?To make matters worse, I couldn't shake my anger towards Aldo for going against me and trying to take what was mine. It was a betrayal I couldn't forgive, and I knew I had to act accordingly.As I stood in the basement, listening to Aldo boast that he touched 'my pretty little liar', I knew I couldn't stand by and let Aldo live. It wasn't just about protecting my asset—it was about safeguarding the woman I loved, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even if I hated her because of her choice to leave me before. Loyalty is everything in the game of being part of the m
As I watched my men, I knew I had to find a way to restore the trust and love that had once bound us together whilst remaining as their leader.But where to start? The task ahead of me seemed insurmountable, but I knew I had to try. After all, we were more than just a group of people living together—we were a family."I won't tolerate any form of misconduct towards her. Anyone who dares to touch her or even thinks about her in that inappropriate manner will be met with these severe consequences," I say with a firm tone, glancing sideways to the dead men littered on the floor. "She is our queen—my queen, and as such, she deserves to be treated with the utmost respect and dignity. Let's not forget who she is and what she represents for our future." My words carry a hint of pride and equal amounts of frustration and disappointment, as I can't help but feel that some fail to see the gravity of their brother's actions, so I endeavour to keep my eyes on them.As I turn around and leave, I
Emma Soft knocks on the bedroom door startle me, and I hear Niko calling out my name. I sit up in Luca's bed, my face sticky with tears and snot running down my cupid's bow. I quickly use my arm to wipe away the unpleasantness before responding to Niko.After a moment, I answer him. "Yes, Niko?"The door opens slowly, and Niko stands there looking sheepish as if he's waiting for someone to jump out on him. He explained that he wanted to ensure I was okay after I had run off earlier, and I sensed a hint of concern in his voice.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shake my head at him. But he turns his gaze away from me so he doesn't see the tears on my face. This allows me to compose myself and put on a brave face."I'm good," I finally manage to say, my voice sounding small and weak.Niko suggests that we train together, but I can't help but blurt out my question. "Are you afraid?" I ask, sensing that something is off about his behaviour.Niko whispers quietly, "We're not allowed in
Determined not to let my emotions get the best of me, I splashed some cool water on my face and brushed out my hair, tying it up into a high ponytail. I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves and fears begin to subside.Exiting the bathroom, I quickly reached for my trainers and approached the door of Luca's bedroom. As I walked, a sense of determination filled me, and I could feel my resolve hardening with every step. I knew I had to confront whatever challenges lay ahead, no matter how daunting they seemed.Despite my resolve, I couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at me. Only a few hours ago, I had put the lives of four men in danger by leading them into a hail of bullets. It was a choice that I deeply regretted, and I could only hope that the rest of Luca's men would be able to forgive me for my recklessness.As I stepped out of the room and into the hallway, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenges that lay ahead. Whatever happened, I knew that I couldn't affor
Luca"I need you to attend a series of events that have been arranged to showcase your commitment to your fiancé before the wedding in a week," my father's monotone voice resonates through the phone as I hold it to my ear. I've notified him that the job is done, and he's seemingly happy with my progress."Is it vital to flaunt our relationship in front of everyone, father?" I ask, my displeasure evident in my voice."It is imperative, my dear son," he spoke with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "This marriage is not just about bringing our families together or bringing business deals to fruition, but it is also vital for securing our organisation's future. Our rivals, the mafiosos, are always watching and assessing. They are waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Therefore, we must present a united and powerful front to everyone around us to gain momentum on possible new enemies. And to ensure that every other Don knows that your position is not up for grabs in this changeover
After much contemplation, I finally decided to make our wedding night an authentic experience. I want to fuck her as she deserved years ago when she was a virgin ripe for the taking. I realise that I didn't treat her virginity with the respect and importance it deserved six years ago, but I hope to make up for it now. My goal is to show her how much I love and cherish her and create a beautiful memory that we can both look back on with fondness even if I continue to treat her appallingly afterwards, of which my behaviour is up for debate.So, on the day of our wedding, I will consciously decide to embody the qualities of the past me—to be the man who values and cherishes every breath she takes. For that one day, I want to fully embrace the depth of my love and commitment towards Emma and make every moment count. I want to be the epitome of a true gentleman, honour her with my actions, and make her feel cherished beyond words. Perhaps my show of affection will also outline her life-lon
EmmaAs I woke up the following day, I felt my mind and body still weary and lazy. After everything that happened, Luca insulted me by using sec against me. Now, that wouldn't have hit me the way it did if it hadn't have been for Aldo trying to take that exact thing from me.Instead of getting ready for the day, I lay in bed a little longer. As I lay there, my eyes wandered around the room and eventually landed on the four dress bags that had been delivered to Luca's room. They were hanging on a rail at the end of his bed, waiting to be unpacked. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I looked at them as they had arrived after a particularly emotional fight with Luca the night before. Even though I tried to avoid looking at them, my eyes kept being drawn to them. I instead gazed up at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, coving to distract myself. My mind continued to race as I recalled the fight with Luca. It had been a particularly heated argument that hurt us both. I was
Luca acts nonchalantly, casually lights up his cigarette, blowing smoke that travels up to the ceiling. As I stare at him in outrage, he asks me mockingly, "Be precise, pretty little plaything. What is it that's riling you up now?"I couldn't believe that he would choose to smoke in my presence. I was not too fond of the smell of cigarette smoke as it made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't help but express my displeasure at his behaviour."Was it not bad enough that you joked about me getting sex after one of your own tried to steal that very thing? But now I find out you're making them call me Miss Rossi. How dare you!" I exclaim, feeling insulted and disrespected by his actions.Luca, however, seemed unfazed by my reaction and replied shortly, "They need to treat you as their future queen. Isn't it obvious they were too friendly with you?"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Luca tried to justify his actions by suggesting that the men were too friendly with me. If I wasn't s
Continued:Grinding my teeth, I force myself to mount the metal steps. The heat of the air around the plane instantly clings to my skin, and perspiration spreads across my body as the hefty material still surrounds me. I hadn't thought of how it would pose a hindrance. I wish I had clothes to change into, but we didn't pack, and I wonder if there's a change of clothes here for the pair of us. Time is of the essence. Just go, Bee! I snarl internally. Indecision falters my brain process, leaving me standing on the threshold between freedom and a life shackled in chains. I stay. My gaze darts back to Niko, so unsuspecting that he's sleeping on the chair opposite the one I should be sitting in. I study him, floating to him easier than I tried to leave. His face is clean-shaven, his skin bronzed, just like mine. His dark brown, almost black hair is pushed back, with product sitting proudly but kemp. With his eyes closed and in his state sleep-like, he's missing the constant frown li
Bianca Our conversation had me tripping. Niko's words confounded me but also resonated with a version of myself deep inside, making me wonder if I could truly find happiness with him, considering he's already willing to become my protector. Dimitri's words play over and over in my mind. His assumption that Niko was a gift over a burden had me staring at Niko in disbelief. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, my jaw touching the floor. My face must have been a vision, not that Niko mentioned anything or pointed it out. The flight to Europe, Italy, Cantazaro, to be exact, was turbulent yet short. I hate flying, the insecurity that a flight brings you, the uncertainty of your future the whole time you're in the air. So the moment we touched down, I sighed a breath of relief. But that also left me wondering what the hell I should be doing now. The pilot and her co-pilot left the aircraft, walking down the steps onto the tarmac while Niko and I remained sitting in the chairs. He had
Continued: She shakes her head slowly, her brain obviously refuting my proposal, yet she doesn't voice her reluctance, which means a part of her, no matter how small, wants me back, and I can work with that. Expand on it. "It's our wedding night—evening. I want you, Bee. I've wanted you all week." "No—," she squeaks. "What did I tell you about that word?" I ask gruffly. I drop her foot, placing it down on the floor. And I follow it, kneeling at her feet like a man possessed. "It's a dirty word," I grin. "One punishable by denial." "And what did I tell you?" She asks. "I'm your husband, Bee. I have needs. Needs that you haven't met." "They're not my responsibility..." she whines, yet there's playfulness in her eyes that I suddenly want to play against. "So when you want to get off, is your need not my responsibility?" I counter her. "No." "You sure about that? You sure you don't want me to help you along?" I ask, skating my fingers up the inside her thighs that are spread in
Niko Bianca sits across from me as we taxi down the runway to take off for this impromptu honeymoon I hadn't expected to take. She looks worn and tired, yet she lounges back in her wedding dress so unladylike that I can't imagine doing anything but spend this time looking and appreciating the vision before me. She's comfortable even if she should be anxious and wary. I was swept up in my own emotions, so I brooded opposite her, remaining stoic and quiet as I assessed Bianca in her calm state. She is beautiful and breathtaking. I'm honoured to have stood up there beside her, making vows to remain beside her for the rest of our lives. I hadn't expected to feel so overwhelmingly possessive of her, and I hadn't expected to lose my shit the moment Franko goaded me to get that exact reaction. She didn't want to marry, andthat much is evident, but does shetrulydislike being with me? And does she want to be with a man like Franko, who obviously favours his father's tendency to treat wome
Continued: I press my thighs together at the sudden intrusive thoughts of needing Niko. "Keep staring at me like that, and we won't get as far as the bonnet of this fucking car," he tells me. A small smile now plays on his lips. Is he playing with me just for kicks? "I wasn't staring. I was listing out the things I hate about you," I lie, turning to stare at the plane waiting for us to board it. Now, a smile plays at my lips—a large smile because I know he knows I'm bluffing. "Is that so?" He questions humorously. He shifts beside me, but I avoid looking his way to see what he's doing. "Yup. Just tallying up the things I despise about my now husband so I can memorise each and every one." "You're something else, Bee." "Never claimed to be perfect like Emma," I shrug nonchalantly. "I wouldn't want you to be anything but yourself. They're ready. Come on?" He requests. Turning, I note he's outside of the car, holding his hand out for me that I take, unwillingly, of course
Bianca Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid. Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more. There's so much that remained unsaid in those moments before we were interrupted. There's so much Niko could have done. For a moment, he scared me. It seems my virginity might have been a buffer between Niko wanting and taking what he wanted. Would he really have fucked me here in the back seat of the car? The driveway gives way to the forest surrounding the roads between Dimitri's and Luca's, and I find myself lost in the sea of green and brown foliage that mesmerises me. I'm a married woman now, and the thought is strange and foreign. As I process this in my
Continued: "How about fuck off?" Niko spits angrily before turning us away and walking us to Dimitri. "We're out of here," he spits so lowly that his voice reverberates through my bones. "You should sort that out before I do." "Your wedding is not over," Dimitri warns quietly and calmly. "It's done when I say it's done. We've married, you have what you want. I won't stay here and allow him to verbally abuse my wife before all these people," Niko states, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together before he turns us away. Everyone parted, making room for us to leave. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, knowing everyone had heard exactly what Franko said. It's obvious he's planted seedlings of doubt within the minds of every guest here. "Niko," I whimper, anxious to be gone already. Needing to find the protection only he seems to give me. "It's okay," he mumbles quietly, obviously trying to reassure me as I stumble to keep up with his quick steps. He leads me outside
Continued: His smile drops, and his hold on my hand tightens. He dives to his left to greet an old couple against the wall, who look very bored to be here and not interested in greeting us like the many other people are. I looked back at where we came from, noticing why he had chosen to head this way. Turning back, I talked to the old couple more animatedly than the rest of the people we spoke to. They are an old family, one that doesn't partake in criminal activities anymore and hasn't for a while. But they still hold the respect of all the families. Niko's arm finds itself around my shoulders in a gesture that screams intimacy, but honestly, I'm sure it's because he can feel the same sets of eyes on us that I can. Choosing to play his game, I reach up and lace my fingers in his, kissing his thumb, too, as he strokes my lips. It's almost as if my decision to do such a thing endangered my life, for I can feel Franko and his father shooting daggers at my back. The red-hot sensatio
BiancaNiko holds onto me for dear life as we wander along the dimly lit hall and through the doors that lead us into a multitude of people gathered within the large hall, ready to greet us. I had presumed that this little ceremony would have been over as soon as I said I do, but I'm being treated more than the second daughter married off just because I can be. Faces blend into faces as he guides me to talk to the first set of people to our right. I note Dimitri upset in the corner, obviously disliking that we escaped almost as soon as his priest said we finished the ceremony. Yet the funny thing is we signed off on the dotted line last night, and I have no doubt those papers were fast-tracked to ensure our matrimony was official. Don Hendrix congratulates us with a warm smile, and his wife tells me how beautiful I am in this dress, which itches every part of my skin it is touching. Nothing really sinks in besides the blood swooshing in my ears because of my racing heart at the numb