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.
***Long Island, New York Draken "What the fuck have you done?" Salvatore breathed, disbelief clouding his words and his features as he slowly turned to us. Ioann and I said nothing, each of us revealing nothing as we gazed confusedly at the Italian. "Now who's throwing around unfounded accusations? We also received the news from our contacts in the police force before it broke. It seems he pissed off a hell of a lot of people and someone decided to get their revenge. He got his comeuppance for being a traitor. We simply brought the evidence we have been gathering to demand compensation now that the true culprit is dead. We can't have this being lost in the rubble." Ioann stated through a shrug, relaxing into his chair just as the reporter switched to business news. I marveled at my cousin's poker face. He was one of the most dangerous men I knew and I thanked my lucky stars that he was in my corner. He is a true Zolotov indeed. Salvatore scoffed, shaking his head in bemusement
***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