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
Giovanni POV: I had fallen asleep thinking for most of the night that it was a dream, the most pleasant dream I’d ever had. After a day of driving around the city searching all over for her, trying to figure out where she would go. I had run myself ragged trying to find her, killing myself for being so cold towards her and keeping her under lock and key. I just didn’t think she’d stay away from the office, and if she went out she might feel scorned enough to seek out her sister. I didn’t think she’d go to her father but I did know he was conniving enough to find her quickly. I had come home and Luca poured me a drink telling me that she would be alright, he felt responsible for not realizing something was wrong sooner. We drowned our concerns and rank away most of my good whiskey, I had stumbled up the stairs to my bed at some point and I could have sworn she had been waiting for me. As I had woken up I remembered the wave of relief, but it was soured by the drunken sleep fog that c
Arianna POV: “What were you doing that night?” I started. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but I wanted to know what he was doing. He insisted he was just as bad as my father but everything I had seen so far was to the contrary. “I was getting information out of a man we had captured. He was one of the ones who’d gone to your house,” He responded quickly I saw in his face the blankness of defeat to tell the truth. I felt like I was prying, but at the same time, I felt entitled to know. I swallowed, “Did you get information from him?” “Yes,” “How,” “I stabbed him and popped his shoulder out its socket. He’d been beaten all day,” He told me I saw the twitch in his jaw and how he didn’t look me in the eyes. “What did he tell you?” “Where a shipment of heroin was,” He explained “Where is it going?’ “I’ve tipped off the feds,” I smiled a bit, he clenched his fist. “I'm not going to apologize for smiling when you did a good thing,” He leaned back in his chair rolling his eyes. “A goo
Arianna POV:The next day, we headed out onto the boat piling on with baskets overflowing with blankets and pillows, wine bottles, meats and cheeses, and bread. I stopped onto the boat with Gio helping me aboard, and he began to show me around. “This is the top deck where we spend most of our time,” He explained. Comfy seats and benches lined the top of the ship, large enough for the whole family to sit and eat and relax together. “My mother wanted it so that no one felt left out,” He grinned. His mother began by fluffing out all of the blankets and coats, and her sisters went downstairs to unload all the food. Becca and Luca joined their cousins in readying the ship. Once again, I was struck with how much this family spent time together and how happily they moved around with each other. His father boarded the ship and entered the captain seat, not speaking or looking at anyone, sitting down with a canister of coffee and a newspaper or two. They all had their roles, but they loved
Arianna POV: We stopped for lunch at a little bistro, much like back in America they were heavily involved in helping businesses in their town. The owner came out and greeted Giovanni and Luca, snapping his fingers to get us a better table and the finest wine they had. I rolled my eyes as Gio winked and pulled out my chair for me, he knew damn well it wasn’t his connections that made me interested in him. Once again, the blonde from the store flashed into my mind. Did he, though? She was fawning over him so intently, praising him a cooing his name. I had never been a woman to constantly stroke her man's ego. I shook my head, removing the thought from my mind. No, I won’t do this. He’s taken me home to his family, he’s showing me the place he grew up. I won’t begin second-guessing now, not when we’ve faced demons together. As if reading my mind, he held my hand as if it was second nature, kissing it before answering a question Luca had asked him. He explained to me his favorites on
Arianna POV: “Let me take you out today to show you the town.” he grinned as we went downstairs to breakfast. I nodded happily at the thought of running around town with him, seeing everywhere he grew up. The places that he hung around as a child with Luca and his brother. I wanted to see the town that helped him grow into who he is, all the little memories dotted around shops and cafes. “Gio?” his mother called. “You going out?” she pouted for a moment before walking into the kitchen and then handing him a list. “Get me this, please.” She kissed the top of his head and patting his shoulder She patted the empty seat next to Giovanni for me to sit in, “Come on dear, I’ve got fresh fruit and pastries,” she gestured to the pile of breads on the table. “Mama, who is going to eat all of this?” he asked, going over the list. She scoffed and turned to him. “You and Luca have emptied my pantry before. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re capable of get me my food,” SHe scolded him, wav
Giovanni POV: I felt horrible the way she was sitting back in her chair, absentmindedly smiling as she looked around the room. My mother guided her up to my old room for me while we sat there finishing the meal. She followed a long like a child dead to the world around her. I thought once she knew we were going somewhere safe she’d relax, but it seemed meeting my family was very important to her. I tried not to grin at the thought that she cared that much for me. My mood soured though as I watched her leave and then turned to my father, he stared at me with a discerning look. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew that would only antagonize him. I was sure he’d tell me what was wrong with her soon enough, and I would ignore all of it. If he knew anything he would know there was no turning back for me, I had damned myself in his name to avenge my brother, now that an angel has swopped in to save me he is upset. “She's beautiful,” He commented. I didn’t say a word in response, waitin
Arianna POV: His father rose from his seat and set down his paper, I could see what his mother meant; they were similar. He had the same wide shoulders and strong jaw Giovanni had and the same nose, but Giovanni’s eyes were his mother's. If I wanted to see what he looked like thirty years later, it was at the other end of the table, salt and pepper hair, some wrinkles here and there, but still strong. The two men stood at opposite ends of the room like monoliths, refusing to bow to the other. One wanting the respect he’d earned, the other the respect he’d deserved, I sighed softly to myself. It wasn’t just looks that they were identical on; I stepped down the stairs and past Giovanni. “SIgnore Risci, thank you for welcoming me into you, especially given the circumstances,” I walked over holding out my hand. His father cocked his head to the side as he considered me for a moment, taking my hand and kissing it. “Oh, I see why my son has overlooked your past.” He looked at Giovanni,
Arianna POV: I didn’t find a wink of sleep the whole flight, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had never met the parents before, let alone a whole family. Even if I had I knew in my bones it wouldn’t be the same as it was now, my heart would flutter, my mind wouldn’t race, my palms wouldn’t be slick. Luca and Giovanni were both asleep, heads slunk to the side in the same manner. I wondered if Giovanni’s brother had done the same. I wondered if he looked more like his father or his mother, who he acted more like. I wondered if his family would begrudge me mine or if they understood my past. I was even more on edge by the time we got off the plane as I was sure I looked a mess, from the bitter cold of an east coast winter we stepped into the cool warmth of the mediterranean. I felt as if I dragged in the sludge and sleet with me, my eyes looking more akin to a racoons and less human. The one bright spot waited for me as we stepped down from our flight. “Arianna!” Becca excla
Arianna POV: It didn’t feel real; it felt like some wild fantasy I had found myself in. I watched on the news as they carted him out of our house and into the cop cars, a dark expression casting over his face. Then at the arraignment, I sat in the back so he couldn’t see me, like I was five hiding behind my mother's leg, but still. The judge set no bail, for fear he’d run off, the power of a federal judge and not one of the county guys, that we all knew my father had in his pocket. He was being held without bail until his trial. The judge seemed to be unbiased; still, I warned myself I told myself not to think it, but I felt like we had a chance of putting him away. I felt as if I thought it, it would flitter away and vanish. He had never been caught before, my father had been on trial a total of six times, and not once had they been able to put him in jail. He had the best lawyers, he had donated to the judge's campaigns, and he knew their families. Not once did they even come clos
Domenico POV: There are moments in life of crisp clarity, like a camera lens focusing or a breath of fresh air after swimming. You see things just as they are, not as you wanted them to be; every little piece of information you neglected to cover, your own fears they shine brightly. I’d experienced this once before when my wife ran with our daughter in the middle of the night. All her good intentions, all our quiet evenings, the distance between us over the past weeks. They glared at me in the eyes, forcing me to realize all I had missed because I didn’t want to see that she was leaving me. I felt the same when the FBI walked boldly into my house, that punk smuggly dangling the cuffs in my face. “Tax evasion's a bad rap,” he chuckled, dragging me out of the house as cameras flashed, blinding us, as he laid conquest to my home. In a matter of seconds, the last few months flashed into my head: Vanessa’s body in the morgue, the fear and hesitation on Arianna’s face when I returned t
Arianna POV: We were working closer and closer to my father's arrest, every day I caught moments when it felt like we would pull this off and I grabbed onto them tight. They kept me sane, most of the time I felt a green mist in the air. Something was coming for us we couldn’t see, shadows pulling at us as we neared our victory. The slimy and sinking feeling that though we had every scrap of evidence to put him away it wasn’t enough. He was too foul a beast to keep breathing. I could see the shiny strings he pulled to get us to move this way and that. Giulia had shown up and tried to get me to see some photos of Giovanni doing something that would “turn my stomach”. I had pushed her away and left but my skin had been crawling since. It was the simplest interaction she had let me go, and I felt as if I should cling to Giovanni ever since then. The rug was going to be pulled soon and we’d be sent tumbling. As hazy as the days were, never seeing where we were heading as I looked over