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
LucaAs I think about Emma, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around her. It's like she has this supernatural ability to disarm me, and I don't think she even realizes it. She's always had a way of getting under my skin in the most simplistic of ways, igniting a burning sensation from within that I find hard to resist. Despite promising myself to keep her at arm's length, I found myself unable to resist her natural charm. One moment of snarled disappointment from her was all it took for me to cave into the desires I had run from, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her passionately against the wall of my office. It was as if I was grappling with reeling in any control I could, trying my damnest to disarm her with my own game of control, but in reality, she had me right where she wanted me all along, and rightly so, after all, I did make a joke at her expense after one of my own tried to rape her.Anyway, call my behaviour tit for tat or counterattack; it's one and t
I am greeted with a cold, distant look from Mario, who seems to be sizing me up as usual. However, his attention quickly shifts to Emma, who he greets with a broad, genuine grin."If it isn't the bird that flew free," he says to her, addressing her as "little blondie." Despite his initial coldness towards me, he seemed to have much warmer energy for Emma, which made my mood take an even further nosedive."Mario!" Emma exclaims in surprise, and I couldn't help but groan inwardly. She hugs him tightly, and he willingly accepts the embrace with a look of triumph on his face. "How are you?" she asks, beaming up at him."I'm doing very well, thank you," he replies, avidly watching me. "I'd love to introduce you to someone special. This is Elera, my wife."Emma turns to face the woman he is gesturing towards, and her smile widens even further. It is a beautiful tilt of her lips that lights up her entire face, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that my cousin and his wife were t
EmmaAs we make our way to the wedding, I can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole affair. After all, it's not every day that you get to attend the wedding of a distant cousin of Don Moretta. I've put a lot of effort into my appearance today and feel nervous about it.I'm wearing a beautiful silky silver sequin dress that splits up my right thigh, giving me a touch of glamour and sexiness. On my feet, I have chosen to wear the same colour Louis Vuittons, completing my look perfectly.I've gone a little heavier with my makeup today, using winged liner and contouring to enhance my features and look the part. I tend to struggle with events like these, especially regarding large gatherings. But today, I'm determined to make an impression as the one standing beside Luca. Who is dressed in an impeccable grey tux with that white dress shirt I stole it sleep in.As I look around, I can see that most of the guests have the typical bronze tan and brown hair that I've been surrounded
"Mass!" I yell as I enter the house; he's there waiting for me as if knowing I would be calling upon him. Perhaps he did; it is his camera rotation this afternoon, even though he only got home late last night after taking out Pierce. "She got away, didn't she?" He asks me with a sly grin. "Have you had her followed, or have you failed to keep her within eyeshot as I demanded?" I hiss in annoyance. Mass looks at me with feigned ignorance, clutching his chest as he pretends to absorb my annoyance. "We have a car on their tail and a car waiting at the airport, as per Niko's request," he reveals. "So he got away with her?" I ask, angered a little. Not that I should be upset she has him with her; at least her back will be covered whilst she tries to kill my arms dealer on her father's whim, and on that thought, having Niko there to protect our arms dealer if the need arises is another plus for him having gotten away with her. Then again, thinking back over the way he's been looking
Luca "Emma, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have locked you in here," I mumble, ashamed as I think over what I had done not forty minutes ago while walking into our bedroom. I could have handled that meltdown with a vast difference, yet here I am, making mistakes at the first fucking hurdle. I shouldn't have locked her away like this, but I saw her stubbornness out to play, and I feared the worst, not giving her a chance to show her loyalty. Yet even as I scold myself internally, my admonishment dies as I stand in the bedroom doorway, the open balcony doors revealing Emma's escape route. I don't need to look around the room to know she's escaped the bedroom, but I do chastise myself internally because I never thought to lock the balcony door. Despite myself a smirk surfaces on my face, Emma is tenacious. Something I'll enjoy punishing her for when I get my hands on her. Something she'll soon learn is a favourite pastime of mine inside the bedroom. Peering outside and over the railing, I
"Luca's livid," Niko interrupts me again, his eyes flicking up as I raise my gaze to him again."You're texting him whilst we're in the air, in an aircraft?""There's WiFi; it's called iMessage..." he retorts with a small laugh. Yet his demeanour changes quickly when he realises I'm horrified."I wouldn't put you at risk, queen. Why'd you think I took your place? We can't have you harmed before you take your place beside Luca at the head of our family. And we sure can't risk your ability to give us our next reigning Moretta.""Is that all you people think about, an heir? I'm worth more than my wombs ability to create a child for the next generation," I spit angrily."That'll be your most cardinal job, queen. The ability to ensure the bloodline continues is no joke. The respect earned from such a task is next to exemplary. Think about it: you're the only one able to give us the little kids that we'll all cherish. Why do you sit and underestimate the importance of such a task?" "I don'
EmmaI'm silent for longer than Niko likes, but I don't know what to say, so I recite my escape with precision. He hisses when I tell him I reeled in the help of three of our men, but I think his annoyance is for the one in particular who helped me leave."You've assured his death in your little game of escape, queen. How does that feel, knowing you've sentenced him to that because of your stupidity?""If I weren't locked in a room with no way out, I wouldn't have needed help at all—Luca's my husband, not my keeper. You can't expect me to sit like a princess in my ivory tower. I have responsibilities, ones I cannot escape.""Your responsibilities now lie with your husband, or have you forgotten the mafia etiquette?" He sighs. "Do you not find it... a coincidence that your father has you leave the country on the same day you pledge yourself to the Moretta name? Or are you that gullible that you hadn't thought about that?" he whispers lowly.I glance at Matteo again and find he's lookin
"You're a target now, you know this, Emma. I won't allow you to go wherever he wants you to go. I can't lose you, Emma... I love you...""I love you, too," I almost choked. God, I've been craving to hear those little words from his mouth since our wedding night. But I can't let my emotions rule me. "Please love me enough to know this is what's needed of me, and I'll be back. Sooner than you think.""No, get someone else to do it. Fuck, I'll go instead of you, Emma.""This is family business, you're not a Rossi.""Then he should go himself," he mutters angrily. Throwing his hands up in the air as his body language starts to become hostile. He marches away from me as I stand mute and stuck to the spot. He then marches back. His hands are fisted, and his eyes are dark and angry."You're N.O.T. going!""You cannot stop me, Luca. This is my choice; besides, if not me, then it'll be Bianca, and I can't put her through that!" I yell to him in desperation.But even though I'm trying to protec
EmmaFour days have passed by in utter bliss, and even as I stare at Luca sleeping beside me this morning, I still feel the need to pinch myself at the thought that, one, we're married, and two, it seems to be blissful.He's stayed in bed with me the last three mornings, sleeping far past his usual six am wake up, and I know I should be honoured that he's taking this time to be with me, but I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. The fear I have is palpable. Being in the mafia makes me cognisant that bliss isn't a thing, and yet here we are blissfully happy with one another.Reaching to stroke his cheek, I can't help but smile. The skin there is prickly with the four-day-old beard growth, which funnily enough suits him, and I've told him as much, and he's agreed to keep it if that's what I want. He's been so amenable that it's unreal, yet I don't fully trust anything he's said and done because all I can ask is, why?Despite our marriage being typically normal, things in the mafia don
Emma's movement snaps me out of the memory. Yes, you could say I've been putting off that dire conversation for fear that our wedding day was ruined before it even happened. "Shall we join them?" Emma asks me, breaking away from our kiss, facing the house and our men training."It's our honeymoon; there's no need to train.""Perhaps I want to, Luca. I enjoy it," she tells me, dropping my hand as she walks towards the house and our men.I smirk, shaking my head that she seems just as unable to turn off that side of her. But in honesty, her need to train has me worried also.What does she think will happen?Why does she need to train anyway? It's not as if her father intends for her to take over the Rossi name, which is just another thing I need to investigate. "Emma!""Yes, Luca?" She turns to face me, continuing to walk backwards effortlessly. "Are you afraid to lose again?""Oh, Bambina, all bets are off now that I own your body. Didn't you know? A woman's body can be traitorous wh
LucaI grab for Emma as she squeals like a teenage girl again. We're running through the gardens outside the house. The breeze whips her hair around me as I turn her around to kiss her as the need overtakes me. Our lips move upon one another in a rush, neither of us being able to let the other go as she giggles, and I groan deep in my throat. This morning is all but forgotten, and I've heard nothing from Niko concerning whether my father has demanded I must do as I'm told regarding the charge of not but one but two men. That didn't slip my notice, Niko's cheeky slip that there was another's death left in my hands upon ridding the most known ruler of one of the biggest New York syndicates.Pierce Addisol is an American gang member turned ruler known for his smuggling and heavy-handed punishments that he metes out without due reasoning.For this reason, he's been on my father's shit list for some time, and though he holds secrets we never want to get out, a truce has always been adhe
"Good morning," Niko interrupts my thoughts."You wanted to see me?" I answer unhappily."Yes, your father has set the ceremony for four nights time. He has requested both yours and Emma's attendance.""You didn't automatically accept?" I ask, sighing as I look at the clock on the wall behind him.It's seven am, and I should be rousing Emma from her post-orgasmic sleep to take her again. Yet, here I am attending this pointless meeting with my number two because of his lack of foresight to accept the invitation to Emma's acceptance ceremony."I did accept, but I must inform you of your last task," Niko grimaces."And what shall that be, praise tell me?""Pierce Addisol, his death is your last commitment before your father agrees to begin the passing of his title.""He wants me to kill the head of the New York syndicate?""He's being trialled for unknown reasons; his death is cleaner than the possibility of his mouth running wild.""And he wants this done within the next three nights?"