*** Manhattan, New York Draken The club was alive with activity, brimming with the set mood. Ecstasy saturated the air as did the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, sex and sweat. It was the heady combination that made any party outfit worth the visit. This was the currency of all the night owls, craving a good time and a few hours of inconsequential fun. This is, however, nothing like the wild abandon Moscow has to offer... It was no secret that I missed my home. It was the place that had not only birthed me but made me into the man that I was. Every bit of me, lethal and otherwise, had been shaped right on the hard and ruthless streets of my home and I regretted nothing of the years I had spent there. It had all been necessary, a lesson in the events to come. I valued every experience, brutal or not. It had brought me to this moment, to this new City that I would soon claim as my own with the help of the roots that had already been planted and those that would soon be stemmed j
Long Island, New York Alessandra “Are you ready for this? There’s still time, you know. I volunteer to help you run.” I stated, grinning despite my mother’s unamused frown and my Aunt’s chuckle as she raised her emptied champagne glass to me. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m ready for this.” Selene declared, a serene smile on her lips despite the anxiety wedged deep in her eyes. She looked absolutely radiant in her well-fitting silk, spaghetti strapped wedding gown that flowed smoothly down to the floor with a small train. Her cathedral veil trailed after her, the lace of it complimenting her silk gown perfectly. Her make up was light, consisting of nude coloured lipstick, mascara laden lashes and winged eye liner. “I know we fight a lot but I do hope you know how much I love your annoying ass. If you need me, all you have to do is call me and I’ll be there. We are sisters and our bond can’t ever be broken, no matter what.” I declared, granting my veiled sister a genuine smile and re
*** Upper East Side, New York Alessandra Walk the other way, Alessa. Stop following him. Stop going towards a man you know is not good for you. He is Danger incarnate. A mystery that should not be unfolded. But I wanted to-no- needed to know more. I needed to understand this deep sated fascination that I had for him and the impact he had left on me that one night. The corridor was narrow but decorated with the usual anecdotes of wealth. This was a grand Hotel, one owned by the Cosa Nostra, ie, Papa. This was his gift to the Happy couple that was supposed to blind everyone, shield them from the glaring fact that Papa had sold his daughter for power. The thought made me nauseous. The sound of a woman’s moan had me pausing mid step, my mind reeling from the implications of that singular sound. Warning bells sounded within me and yet my feet continue to move towards the source. Stop being a basic white girl, Alessa. Walk away. The red flags are ALL there. Nothing my sub conscious
Upper East Side, New York Alessandra Why are you standing here, in the dark, with a man you barely know with your entire family in the other room? It was dangerous, exciting and a whole other host of emotions. I could not walk away, not when my hand still tingles from where he’d held me. I eyed his cigarette. It looked small, harmless in his hand. I had never imagined what it would look like in mine but I was curious. He must have noticed my expression for he pulled the cigarette out of his lips and handed it to me. Touching a man in certain ways had been a foreign notion to me. We were shielded, protected from the ‘claws of men who would tarnish not only our reputation but our precious virginity’ which was a sell point for our Papa. Hand holding and cigarette sharing was blasphemy in my world. I took the cigarette from him and he closely watched me as I brought it to my lips and inhaled. The coughing came instantaneously, chest and throat burning whilst my eyes watered. Dark
** Upper East Side, New York Draken I have never been one to be motivated by temptation. All of my plans were executed with precision, fueled only by my desire to conquer my task. That was my father’s way of doing things and I had adopted his methods. I had modified them, made them better. I had been taught better. And yet everything else is moot until Alessandra becomes mine... Thoughts of her had swirled in my mind for most of the week, more so now that my plans for her were looming. The way she stood beside me that night, staring at me through the most gorgeous blue eyes. Haunted eyes that echoed more than she tried to hide. She loved the man her sister married. A tragic end to her love triangle and an open opportunity for me. This was the one thing that Massimo Rinaldi and I agreed on. Thoughts of how gorgeous she looked as she smoked my cigarette, her olive skin almost shimmering under the light of the half moon, a dress that left very little to the imagination. Every
*** Long Island, New York Alessandra "Can't believe the day is finally here. You're going to be Mrs. Moreno in a few hours." Diego stated, excitement in his voice that made me chuckle. I swallowed the unease that rushed through me at his words, blaming it on nerves rather than any other option. I couldn't back out now. Not when I was so close to my goal. "Yeah. And our agreement is going to be in full effect. We are still on the same page on that front, right?" Nervousness flamed up from within me as I waited with bated breath for his answer. My gaze fixated on our transformed backyard and the wedding planner's team of helpers who moved up and down to ensure perfection. Anything less usually means literal death...or at least a life of misery... "Of course, Alessa. You and I have the same beliefs. We have worked hard to get to where we are now. Nothing has changed. I'm sorry I couldn't meet up with you yesterday, reassure you that we are okay and that everything will be just fin
*** Staten Island, New York Draken Dawn was approaching, the rays of distant orange casting their light upon the tinted windows of my car. Never had I been one to experience any kind of anxiety before, during or after a job but this...well, this was different. This is unlike anything else I have ever done. This is both the beginning and end for me. After tonight, everything will have changed. My gaze settled on the brown computerized gates before me, ones I was expected to breach any moment now. All the surveillance had been done, everything that could possibly prepare for this moment. The crackling of an ear piece broke the silence within the car, signalling what I already knew was to come. I had been counting down the hours to this moment, after all. "It's been confirmed, pakhan. They have, indeed, broken the agreement brokered between our organizations. He has also been spotted making deals with the Albanians. They are in talks as we speak. We have gathered all the evidence o
*** Long Island, New York Draken "To what do I owe this visit? And if it is for business, then I must ask that we do this another time. As you must have observed, it is my daughter's wedding today and I plan to focus solely on that." Massimo Rinaldi stated once he walked into his grand office, gesturing past the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a completely transformed backyard. The wedding planners were busy getting everything in place, last minute touches and all for what had been dubbed the 'wedding of the century'. I scoffed inwardly at that. "Well, we understand but our business here is related to the wedding and more." Ioann stated from beside me, his gaze shifting from Massimo who was now staring at me to Salvatore Rinaldi whose scowl was permanently etched on his face as he glared at my cousin. It was no secret that he was not a big fan of the peace brokered between our families. He hated not only Ioann's guts but seemed to be growing his dislike for me as well.