After her mother's passing Arianna is thrust back into the world of her father, where her sister and family secrets await. Helping her sister with her wedding, Arianna meets a handsome stranger, a business partner of her father's. After a brief meeting with Detective Arianna uncovers family secrets, a mafia war, and horrible truths. Fearing for her life she turns to the only one she can trust and must work with him to bring her father down.
View MoreArianna POV: “We need to use this now!” Mosley insisted. “He has more chance to get out of this if he knows it’s coming,” “No, I don’t want to move until Blake checks back in. If she’s out there or god forbid is captured, she’s in danger if we move,” I insisted, Gio rubbed my back as I stood my ground. Even though we had found the file, Blake was determined to find the new account. She was worried the past charge was too easy for him to wriggle out of. She wanted more, so she had gone out to find it tracking him just like she had before. It had been three days since she was supposed to check in and there was radio silence on her end. My father didn’t like getting caught twice, if he knew who Blake was from before I had no doubt he had gotten information on her. He may know how she operates and have people watching for her, he may have realized we reached out to her. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe Blake could survive him, it was that I knew the resentment my father felt for her.
Arianna POV: The whirlwind that was Ryan Blake had flung into our lives and decidedly flung out rather quickly, I honestly hadn’t expected her to turn up again for months at the latest but after running out of the house the night before she strolled back in with a cup of black coffee and some pastries. “Okay,” she mumbled, her mouth full of croissant, “I went to your mom's house there was nothing there,” I could barely understand her as she spoke putting her boots up on the coffee table in the den. “You weren’t kidding,” she chuckled to herself. “They tore that place apart,” A wicked grin spread on her face. I felt my heart pang when I remembered the state of the home I had grown up in. Giovanni must have seen it cross my face as he set his cappuccino down and bit out, “The home your friend built being torn to shreds amuses you?” Blake didn’t miss a beat she took another sip of her coffee and with all seriousness explained. “Yes, the thought of Domenico going crazy looking for the
*12 years ago* Ryan’s POV: It was late and I was getting nowhere on this hit-and-run case. I stared up at my bulletin board my mind numb from the hours I had spent trying to get this guy. The guy was a total creep but he had enough connections it would be hard to get a conviction. I didn’t like leaving this family high and dry though I’d find some dirt soon enough. A knock came at the office door behind me, hurried repetitive knocks, the only ones I ever got. I had tried the quiet life after retirement, but it made my skin itch seeing all the assholes get away with their dirty dealings, so I became a P.I. Sure my old comrades made fun of me, but while they protected freedom I protected the little guy. I walked over to the door slowly and the knocking continued all the way there. I opened up to see a fairly young woman standing there holding papers and her eyes were red. Her fist still raised she sniffled. “Hello my name is Vanessa Zeni,” she began her voice was hard and fierce. I
Arianna POV: “I heard you were looking for me,” a woman called in our bedroom I turned on the lights looking between Giovanni and the woman. The two in a standoff my head rushing with adrenaline, the sound of a heartbeat pounding like a base in the back of my brain. Then it all went clear she hesitated looking over at me inquisitively. “Vanessa?” My mother's name floated from her lips and I stopped standing straight up. “How do you know my mom?” The woman put her gun away and put up her hands. “I’m Ryan Blake?” she gave her name and Giovanni put the gun down with a thump and turned to the woman with his eyes lit with fire. “We have a front door most people tend to just knock,” He scoffed going over and putting a shirt on. She eyed him with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, and most people haven’t been tailed by FBI agents or had their tax records pulled in the last 48 hours, not to mention the relentless calling,” she turned her attention back toward me. “Nice by the way my friends ha
Domenico POV: “I don’t care if the cops aren’t on our side anymore get it done!” I shouted slamming the door behind me. The whole pack of fools had begun to question me ever since I released them on this city. I had given them what they wanted let them settle whatever small petty grudges they held with the insignificant ants on the street, and they had the audacity to say we had gone too far. For so many years, I had left them chomping at the bit and now, now that they’ve had their chance they feel the pressure of their actions. Perhaps there was a reason then why I didn’t let them do whatever they wanted. To be fair my risk hadn’t paid off in the way I wanted, my daughter for some reason concerned herself with the lives of those scraps. She wished them all to be fruitful and successful in their own right. Most of them didn’t have the wherewithal for that, not enough ambition is many men’s great folly. I had wreaked havoc upon the city to show her how meaningless it is to care, th
Giovanni POV: After our one night into the world of normalcy, we were pulled back to our daily duties. Looking for cracks in her father's foundations, and plastering over our own. I had to hand it to her, she was a remarkable strategist explaining where she believed he might go, giving clever and devious answers as to why. She would be heartbroken if I ever told her but I understood why Domenico wanted her to take over. If anybody here knew how he thought it was her, her own mind ticked in the same way, her saving grace was that she had a conscience. We sat at our desks and worked over the problems that could arise, seeing what we could find on her father. It wasn’t the blood she had originally wanted but I think life in prison was still satisfying. The most grueling task of the day came when we called the Detective he would sit there and tell us how he had nothing more than we did, and still hadn’t found that P.I.If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was useless. “I have made so
Giovanni POV: I hadn’t any idea what just happened, one moment we were discussing plans with the Detective and the next she had gone cold, in a way she’d never done with me. She was rigid and firm, her voice trembled with fear. I wanted to grab her and hold her, ask her what had made her so upset, but the look in her eyes strayed my hand. She went off without another word, it wasn’t my intention to ever see her in that state. We hadn’t told her about Marco simply for his protection, we didn’t know who could be listening in so it was only ever discussed in my home, in my room which was swept for bugs daily. I didn’t dare mention it at the office where anybody could walk inside. I waited in my office unsure of whether to follow her, part of me screamed that I should run after her and apologize even though I didn’t know what I had done wrong. The other part of me stayed put, hoping she would calm down and speak to me rationally. I went over and poured myself a drink as Luca walked in
Arianna POV: With the detective on our side, he became an everyday occurrence in our lives much to Giovanni's irritation. He was convinced the detective had a thing for me, which I couldn’t see at all. I tried to remind him that I was with him, but all he said was. No man likes another to covet the thing he holds most dear. We had returned to the city a week after that horrible night, I hadn’t told Gio, but I could still hear their screams the glass shattering. It was some atrocious demon repeating itself to me over and over. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on what we were doing but every day I found it clawing at my ears, drawing up the images from that night whenever I closed my eyes. There was only one reason for my father to have made such a reckless move. He was furious I had gotten away from him, and he wanted me to know that those innocents I held over his life, over Guilia’s, they were the ones who would pay the price. You had to hand it to him, he was ever the tac
Giovanni POV: We got out of the city and headed west, away from the coast. Most of the night, she was staring out of the window, haunted by what she had seen. I don’t regret taking her out of there, away from those horrors, but I do hope it won’t weigh on her. She was too good a soul to come from such a psychopath. I doubt the reality of what he had done even entered his mind. I wouldn’t take her back there for a while, it was too dangerous, not only for her body but her mind. He would no doubt continue to play these mind games until she cracked and came back to him. The only issue with his plan was me. I refused to lose this fight. It was ironic how he had brought Arianna into the fold in an attempt to distract me, but instead, he gave me the greatest motivation I had ever experienced. Every breath was for her, and every choice I made now was to ensure her survival. I made sure that I was updated on the damage done that night, I wanted personal accounts of every single deed. I h
Arianna POVThere are moments in life that don’t feel real you feel like you’ve slipped into a terrible dream and you rack your brain to wake up. You say to yourself no this isn’t real it doesn’t feel real wake up come on come on. Then it sinks in you’re awake and it’s real and you go cold. This has only happened to me twice when my mother ran with me in the middle of the night and the day she died. She’d had a heart attack in the parking lot at the grocery store. She’d never shown any signs of heart disease but the tests didn’t lie. She’d dropped and no one could have brought her back. When I got the call I felt the world blur and assumed I was in a vivid nightmare only to realize there wasn’t any other reality to escape too. She was all I had known for so long and now I was alone. Sort of. My father, an estranged ghost in the corners of my life, had swooped in out of nowhere. He took over and paid for everything the funeral, her arrangements, and the house even. I was taken aba...
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