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: "That was...," he stammers, still processing the swift manoeuvre. "Impressive? Maybe," I reply nonchalantly. "By the way, do you think there'll be a stall for first aid supplies around here?" "Over there," he nods. I follow his gaze with a sense of urgency, my heart racing as I spot a large stall that stretches across several tables, each cluttered with an assortment of medical supplies. The need surging within me is primal, a drive that propels me forward with determination. Niko desperately needs medical care, and I am more than capable of procuring what he requires. My fingers graze the edge of the stall, and I feel the familiar crunch of packets of gauze tumble into my waiting grasp. I shove them deep into my pockets, barely registering the rough texture of the fabric against my skin as I push on. My eyes land on a suturing kit. It seems strangely out of place yet oddly fitting for the shadowy dealings of the mafia surrounding me. Just as I reach for a packet, a
Bianca We move cautiously in a single-file line toward Moretta's boat shed, nestled on the eastern edge of the mainland. As we approach, the tranquil beach gives way to a bustling market filled with vendors and shoppers, the atmosphere far busier than either Niko, Sven, or I would have preferred. I exchange a glance with the pair as we crouch low to stay out of sight at the edge of the beach. My gaze lingers on Niko, his t-shirt drenched in crimson—a stark reminder of the dangers we've faced to get here. It's a sight that would undoubtedly attract unwelcome attention, especially with the women and children from mafia families scurrying through the market, eager to collect supplies for their boat excursions. "We need to grab a t-shirt and some supplies," Sven murmurs, my unvoiced thought that comes out purely as a moan when I note just how much Niko has bled. "We didn't get the cash," Niko replies, his tone steady but his eyes betraying his worry. He's cognisant of his bleeding,
Continued: "Or the shed could become a target that ends our lives when they retaliate and blast it to oblivion, Sven," I warned, the weight of our precarious situation settling heavily in my chest once again. Christ, on every avenue we look down, there is bloodshed and upset. There is also the vast possibility that Bianca will be taken and harmed because of her father's previous choices to seek out the help of the Densels. What did he need so badly to give them Bianca in payment anyway? Does Bianca even know? That's not something I want to dredge up, so I refuse to ask the question aloud. Sven sighed, his brow furrowed in thought, the light casting shadows across the determined lines of his face. "Well, what choice do we have, Niko? Every avenue we consider seems to lead us further down a path towards doom. Perhaps we could turn the boat to our advantage; it's more cover than we have right now," he argued as he spanned his arm around us to the open beach where there was no c
Niko "There are several islands here that the Mafia own. It could be any one of them," Sven added, his voice carrying an edge of frustration. "We were below ground, I think," Bianca interrupted as I was about to agree. I could feel the instant stiffness of her body, the upset moving through her, but it was a start and a memory, nevertheless."Underground?" I echoed, intrigued. "When they dragged me from the boat, we walked through untouched woodland for a while until we encountered a metal door. The screech of that door reminds me of the safe house on the Moretta's island. It was so cold as we descended the stairs for what felt like an eternity. I wore nothing but my nightdress, shivering and stumbling as Gerald pushed me forward with impatience," she recounted, her breath hitching at the memory. "Air conditioning, perhaps?" Sven speculated, glancing between us with a hint of uncertainty as I added yet another Densel brother to my shit list."No. No air conditioning. It was just c
NikoNavigating the rusted, creaky gate was no simple feat; every ounce of determination surged through Sven as he pushed against the stubborn metal, and the metal cutters made deep gouges. With a final, grating screech, the gate fell into the shallow water. We emerged into the vast expanse of the ocean, where the gentle waves lapped playfully at our feet, their cool touch a refreshing balm against the heat. The tide still lingered at a miraculously low point, revealing the soft, grainy sand beneath us where little fish moved with speed through the water. I glanced up at the sun, its golden rays beginning to dip towards the horizon—four p.m. or later, I guessed—a stark reminder that time was slipping away, making way for an evening of darkness, the same evening I prayed for just an hour or so ago. Ignoring the sharp throb in my shoulder, I leapt into the inviting water, avoiding the metal we just littered inside, a cascade of salty spray invigorating my senses as it splashed against
Continued: "Don't push me away," he demands, a fierce intensity behind his eyes, ignoring my little spill of why it's hard to be a daughter in this life. That only brings me to his life, and I realise he wasn't treated in the same manner as, say, Luca was. And for a moment, I realise how pigheaded I'm being. Niko does know what it's like to be used; he's been used by everyone around him his whole life."Then stop. Please," I plead, my voice trembling as the weight of my words hangs heavily in the air.It's honestly not Niko I'm begging; it's myself because of all times, my mind chooses now to allow images to run unbidden in my mind of that night when my father delivered me, signed and sealed my fate before me and then had the audacity to watch my rape as if it were a sitcom as his youngest child was being mutilated. The sound of my voice begging for a choice in a shitty situation has me recoiling from myself in disgust. I should have remained silent, taken what he did and held onto
BiancaI find myself grappling with an instinctive urge to keep Niko at arm's length, even though deep down, I know I shouldn't. It's a reflexive response to the very question he poses—one I once asked myself the moment Franko insisted I be tracked. The memories of that time are shrouded in a dense fog, a haze that has always engulfed me. I've never truly wished to revisit the details of those tumultuous days—just a year and a half ago, yet they feel like a lifetime away.Ignorant bliss had once wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket, providing comfort until this very moment. But now, an unsettling curiosity gnaws at me: what truly transpired in those lost hours? Why has everything slipped through the cracks of my memory, leaving only shadows in its wake?"How are they tracking you?" His words hang like a prison glass divider between us."I don't know. Maybe they're bluffing," I shrug defensively. How am I to tell him I remember the rape and nothing else? As if that was the mos
Continued: "What you did up there—.""Anyone would have stopped you from walking out there," Bianca overtalks me."No, Bee. Only someone that l—.""Anyone would have saved you, Niko.""Thank you." I tried another avenue, but even those words seemed to hit her like a blade."You're welcome. We need to move; staying in one place is likely to kill us," she tugs on my hand."Promise me something, Bee?" I pull her back when she slips away to move in Sven's direction."Let's walk," she moves, our arms outstretched as I remain still."Don't protect me again. I'm your husband; it's my job to—.""No, Niko. You're my husband. Which is exactly why I would put my life on the line for you. We're a team, or did these last few days teach you nothing?" she spits angrily."I've never had to work with someone I hold so dear before," I admit sheepishly.She snorts, laughing ironically at the blatant lie that just left my lips, or so she thinks. But the truth is I've never wanted to protect someone as m
NikoShe does as she's asked, climbing down into the likely depth of hell as the smell from the system below makes me want to vomit, and I follow straight after using only one arm to hold my weight.Gunshots come from multiple resources up above as Sven's bag hits the drain floor by my feet, splashing God knows what all over me. Noting the shots above, I realise they fire with spontaneous bursts, showing me they're desperate and hoping they might hit one of us with nothing but pure unadulterated luck.The sound of the drain cover slamming in place has me gritting out in anxiety as Sven jumps down and out of the way of the line of sight.I stumble to Bianca, moving her down the dimly lit alleyway, pushing her against the wall without a care in the world that I spread the filth of the wall or my own blood all over her.Leaning forward, I crush her between myself and the wall, kissing her lips so ferociously that our teeth clash multiple times as we both fight for the upper hand in our c