Arianna POV: I felt like I was overstepping when he insisted upon me doing something to change the room and make it more to my taste, but waking up this morning and seeing the dark white bed and couch, dresser, nightstands, and gray walls I felt like I was living in an insane asylum. I suppose it was my mother’s fault that I grew up with so much and now already being on edge seeing all this blankness made el uneasy. The way he offered it too, so freely, so sure that it was what I needed. I didn’t like that he knew me so well we were strangers, but he knew exactly what would calm me down. I was already a stranger in my own family. I didn’t need this stranger to see me so wholly. He was clear in his intentions too, that’s why I knew coming here was safe. I had been surrounded by liars, crooks, and con men. In all of them, he was the only one to be honest, and even though he fell into the same category he also had a good heart. I got myself together and made my way downstairs deciding
Arianna POV: I didn’t like the idea of going out and shopping and spending his dime, I felt slightly cheap doing it, but what would be worse was spending the day in his home trying not to think of all the horrible things that would be done to us by my father. So I found myself putting on my coat and having my lovely bodyguards follow me to a car. I’m going off to spend the money of a man who had rescued me. Like the bad plot of a romance movie on some trashy television channel. I decided to start with clothes because well he was right I hadn’t brought a lot with me and I was very frantic in my packing so many of the things that I had brought weren't useful. Clothing rack after clothing rack my mind drifted back to what he would be doing today. Would he be seeing my father? Would my father be seeing him? Would someone die? I tried to focus on the pretty things in front of me and picture myself wearing them, but every time I did, my head was split open on the pavement somewhere, an
Guilia POV: I huffed down the street stomping, but I stopped when I realized I was being too hard on my new boots. I looked down and pouted licking my thumb and taking out a smudge. Daddy wouldn’t be happy about this, he told me to get her alone so we could get her home. I still don’t know everything that happened but I know that Risci bastard stuck his nose into our business. Dad said he was in love with Arianna, why she is his type I’ll never know. I’m younger and it is a known fact that men are supposed to like younger women. I crossed my arms and growled marching over to my car and slumping into my seat. I guess I still had some hard feelings about him turning me down, which was ridiculous, by the way. I had been flirting with him all night and he seemed into it, buying me drinks, dancing with me, having his hand on my thigh then poof he disappeared. I guess he figured out who I was, my dad didn’t let me go around flashing that I was his daughter because he figured out I was pre
Guilia POV: I huffed down the street stomping, but I stopped when I realized I was being too hard on my new boots. I looked down and pouted licking my thumb and taking out a smudge. Daddy wouldn’t be happy about this, he told me to get her alone so we could get her home. I still don’t know everything that happened but I know that Risci bastard stuck his nose into our business. Dad said he was in love with Arianna, why she is his type I’ll never know. I’m younger and it is a known fact that men are supposed to like younger women. I crossed my arms and growled marching over to my car and slumping into my seat. I guess I still had some hard feelings about him turning me down, which was ridiculous, by the way. I had been flirting with him all night and he seemed into it, buying me drinks, dancing with me, having his hand on my thigh then poof he disappeared. I guess he figured out who I was, my dad didn’t let me go around flashing that I was his daughter because he figured out I was pre
Arianna POV: I hate to admit it but following my sister's attempt to bring me home, I stayed inside. The shelter his home provided for me was warm. I enjoyed at first spending my days reading and watching TV. I found myself relaxing when I really needed it. I felt more comfortable after spending more time in his home, curling up in the den and wandering to the fridge as I would have at my place. We found ourselves in a familiar routine. He would come home to me cooking a tradition I had come to cherish in a short time. He would be ragged from whatever treacherous path he had lurked down. I would make a meal and by the end of it, we would be laughing and worry free. I had asked him more and more questions about himself getting to know him more every day. He wasn’t what he looked like at all, very well spoken and intelligent with a softness behind his very dominating exterior. He never wanted any of this but he didn’t like a villain so he became one to take my father down. “You sai
Arianna POV: We pulled up to the restaurant a nice place and I felt underdressed seeing the women and men in their dresses and suits. I looked down at my jeans and sweater and over at Gio in his suit. “Don’t worry we have a room to ourselves,” He chuckled at me getting out and coming over to open the door for me. I felt the urge again to be closer to him, finding ourselves at a nice restaurant alone. I took his hand as he led me into the restaurant we bypassed the line and people turned their noses up at me as we walked by. I straightened my spine and glared back, I wouldn’t have dressed this way if I had known he’d be taking me out. “Next time I’m changing,” I whispered to him as they opened the door to a private room, an intimate table set for two with dim lighting. “Next time?” He leaned into me, smirking. I felt that same flurry of heat rush up my body in a rosy tinge, this felt eerily close to the night we met, his breath on my skin, my heart racing. I was annoyed and excit
Giovanni POV: ***InterrogationI just wanted a peaceful evening, it had made my day when she came to the office. I knew she’d get bored staying in the house all day, there was only so much to do there. Work was stressful enough trying to get everyone who came to me the protection they needed, all without giving up any ground for Domenico to take back parts of the city. I was playing chess with a mastermind who didn’t like a rulebook, I only felt at peace around her. Even today just knowing she was in the same building as me I felt better and more assured. It didn’t matter though, we had a chasm of complication between us that neither was willing to jump across. She didn’t want to give her father any more reason to target me and I didn’t want to drag her further into this mess. I hadn’t expected her father to do so, but he appeared desperate. I felt horrible, there was a slimy part of myself that was proud of this I had gotten him cornered enough that he had dragged his other daught
Arianna POV: I had waited up to apologize a little for riling him up and hopefully get an apology from him as well. I was in the Den when he walked in at first it looked like it had been raining but then when I stepped closer I saw the blood splatter on his face. A flurry of emotions went through me I was so scared he had gotten hurt, but then my eyes roamed over him he was fine. The blood wasn’t his, I had stepped back. I don’t know where he had been or what he had seen but he didn’t register me until I was frozen in shock. He stared at me so hard not speaking, not moving. The men moved away from us as we waited for the other to talk, not wanting to break the silence not wanting it to continue. I felt ages pass as we sat there. Finally, he shook his head in defeat and crinkled his nose. “Well this isn’t how I wanted to do this but when do I ever get what I want,”. He gestured to his bloodied self. “This is who I am now, I come home in the middle of the night with someone else’s b
Arianna 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