***Long Island, New YorkAlessandraThe sound of commotion had us pausing at the door, each of us sharing a look of knowing and worry. The women in my world were conditioned to their lives and what it meant to be part of the criminal underground. We were prepared for any and every eventuality, knew exactly what to do when danger lurked and our enemies reared their head.We are, after all, usually the first targets in such a situation. We were expendable, collateral damage in the grand scheme of things so that the Made men can battle it out, oblivious to our own suffering. It was one among many things I detested about this world.We aren't human beings to them. Simply weak women who can be used, abused and thrown out, all for the sake of the end game. I refuse to be a statistic in someone's mind games.My sisters and I shared a look, each of our instincts on high alert as we prepared for whatever was to come. I may have clashed a lot with my Papa and disagreed with him on many matters
*** Long Island, New York Alessandra The bang of the door coincided with my little sister's attack as she instantly latched onto the figure who had forced his way in, subduing him without any thought of hesitation or otherwise. That usually meant death in our world. The man groaned, clearly struggling and failing to get out of her death grip as she placed the knife against his neck and the gun against the side of his forehead. "I suggest you stop struggling or I'll make you old news twice over." She muttered threateningly, pushing the man to instantly freeze as he, no doubt, recognized the precarious position he was in. "I told you you should have let me go in first." The sound of Zeno's exasperated voice calmed my fast beating heart somewhat as each of us watched our brother emerge through the throng of suit-clad men who all pointed their guns at us, none of them relenting even under my brother's glare. "Zeno?... What is the meaning of this?" Mama exclaimed, finally finding h
***Long Island, New YorkAlessandraIt was not that I loved Diego with all of my heart. That would be a foolish endeavor, certainly not wise in our world. Love wasn't something that we knew about. It was not encouraged, mainly because we didn't know when or how we would lose it. Despair would come and wipe it all away, break us and shove us out of the fantasy we made for ourselves.It's an unnecessary emotion, especially when you need to be on the top of your game at all times. Any sign of weakness is usually considered to be a way in and no one will show you mercy once you give them a glimpse of your jugular.Diego's death was both painful because he was not only a close friend that I cherished so much but also the man who was meant to free me from the prison of my world. He understood me, wanted to fight the system beside me. How could it all be taken from me in one blow? When I was so close to the finish line?I glanced down at my wedding dress that was wrinkled, certainly not hol
***Long Island, New YorkAlessandraI brushed a hand down the lace of my new wedding dress, admiring the lace and swarovski diamonds that embroidered the fabric. It was beautiful, just like I remembered it to be. It was one of the two dresses I was conflicted about when choosing. The mermaid, open back design was just as unique as the detachable ball gown bottom that gave it a gorgeous train.My cathedral veil was emroidered with pearls, both blue and white, melding perfectly with the dress and my baby blue Louboutin bridal heels. He had gotten me everything I wanted but was too afraid to purchase lest it made my marriage with Diego even more real. My make up was refreshed with light hues, winged eye liner and mascara, golden eye shadow and nude lipstick. My jewelry was replaced with baby blue diamonds and pearls, all of which were provided for by none other than my husband to be.None of my sisters, mama or my aunt commented on it all but I could see the question deep in their gazes
***Long Island, New YorkAlessandra"The union between our families has been completed with the joining of our children. Now, we are one. Join me in raising a toast to the new couple in town. Draken and Alessandra, congratulations once more. Cheers!"All of our wedding guests raised their glasses in response to my papa's words, his smile radiating a level of confidence. He was pleased with the finality of his plans. He's gotten what he wanted and nothing else matters.I could still hear the words he spoke to me at the altar before he gave me away.The shock value was yet to fade but I couldn't allow myself to believe him. Not when he has done nothing but be a man unworthy of my trust during my entire lifetime up till this moment.He wedded me to a man I barely know. A man who makes me feel things I shouldn't...I was fixating on my Papa and not on the kiss Draken and I shared in the Church or the way it made me feel. I couldn't allow my little crush to grow into something more. Not w
*** Long Island, New York Alessandra He moved so gracefully, so self assuredly across the dance floor as everyone watched. He held me close, his arm around my waist never once relenting as we waltzed under the chosen song. I had not been involved in the finer details but I had to admit, the song did meld so well with the moment. We did not speak once, did not even acknowledge anything other than the intensity that our close proximity provided. Nothing needed to be said when our eyes revealed so much more. Deep in his gaze, he allowed me to see much more than usual. He was impressed, awed even by my skill which was unusual considering the world we live in. Dance lessons were a must, a way to keep us cultured because our society was so focused on stuff like that. I was glad for it in this moment, though, because it allowed me to keep up. He’s making me almost enjoy this... I hadn’t danced like this in a long time, an activity I once enjoyed so much in my younger years. I would sp
*** Manhattan, New York Alessandra The drive to our next destination was silent, neither one of us conversing with each other or trying to make the moment we were in any less awkward. Only the sounds of the Mclaren P1's impressive engine vented the car within, making me smile inwardly. It was a familiar sound, one that I had grown up around with my older brother's fascination with cars. He would almost always take us on joy rides in his restored, vintage cars as well as his newly acquired sports cars that were courtesy of Papa's credit card. That got us into a lot of trouble, now that I think of it...We must have been crazy to do that... The memories were many, making me smile as I turned my head to take in the impressive skyscrapers that made up Manhattan. Although I could feel my husband glancing ever so casually at me, I could not allow myself to meet his gaze. Not when nostalgia was bringing forward memories that were a mix of happy and sad. Mostly sad now...Fucking hell, Al
***Manhattan, New YorkAlessandra"It's okay, Alessa. Just breathe. You do not have to anything you don't have to. You're the one in control."The woman staring back at me through my reflection looked anything but confident in the words coming out of her own mouth. I was not surprised by my anxiety. We were now in the hotel room, a Penthouse suite that embodied the luxury and class that The Carlton was known for.Although Draken had said nothing of what comes next, choosing instead to pour himself yet another glass of clear liquid I suspected was vodka, I had given off some obscure excuse of going to the bathroom to freshen up.As if that would make things any better, Alessa...He probably thinks you're doing all of this for him, dammit...Many are the times that I have faced off with my father's anger or other nerve-wracking situations. Heck, life or death moments have been there and yet none of them has ever made me feel this scared.This frustrated.That I would not only be tied to