Arianna POV: Gio had been heavily distracted the past couple of days. I thought his night out and the dazed day afterward was a one off occasion, instead, it had become normal. He would drop me off at work in a stupor and then be whisked off elsewhere. Only every couple of days would he sleep in and then make a normal appearance in the office. What bothered me was not the erratic behavior, it was the calm acceptance everyone had towards it. Luca told me not to worry, that Gio was handling something important. I wanted to ask, to know what was so important he was killing himself over it. The only reason I didn’t was I knew the answer, he had discovered something about my father and was working hard to uncover it. He was gathering evidence, finding leads, endless nights doing god knows what to someone to get what he needed to know. I didn’t mention it when I saw the blood splattered on his collar in the morning, and it didn’t make me as sick as I thought it would. Not when I spent my
Giovanni POV: I knew she would figure it out eventually, I must admit I didn’t think it would be tonight. She came in her face stone cold, her eyes a dark mind of hopeful, found only in those sure of the answer. I excused my cousin and attempted to numb her from the following pain. I had been trying to keep her out of this until I was sure, but her father knew what I was close to and in a desperate attempt to keep her on his side. She had been off since we got in the car, if I was stupid I would have attested that to seeing her father, but I knew she was pulling at something in her mind. She seemed focused and unsettled, so when I saw her come down the stairs in nothing but her robe I knew the question on her mind. “Did he have my mother killed?” She asked. I wouldn’t lie to her, I wouldn’t do that no matter how much easier it would be if I did. She already despised the man, but this would push her over the edge. I prided myself on telling her the truth when most of her life had b
Giovanni POV: She wasn’t joking when she told me that, she wasn’t as literal as she had sounded but she did intend to torture him before he would die. It was as if I was in some out of body experience, I saw the fire in her rage looking into his crimes getting evidence from the business owners he had pressured and statements. I wanted to tell her to stop, to calm down, not to let this consume her but how could I say that, I was consumed long ago. She now looked at everything through the lens of how this could help her get the one up on her father. As scary as it was seeing this shift in her I was also impressed, I would never say it to her, but she was very much her father's daughter. She was clever, ruthless, and determined. “I don’t think you should go to the office tomorrow,” I told her after three days of her scrounging up evidence and information. “Why not,” her face scrunched in ire. “You are not yourself,” I told her. She began to fold her arms and get haughty but I grabb
Giovanni POV: I had encouraged her to get the fish and chips we were on the coast if she didn’t get seafood it was practically a crime. I had gotten her to speak and remember her mother, trying to get her to see that this hellbent spiral into pain wasn’t what she would have wanted. Now she had returned to her resolute silence, simmering before me as we waited for our food. “I think that Guilia was involved,” She finally said aloud, looking out at the sea. I stopped, I had long speculated the same, Guila had far too much satisfaction in her eyes when we were at that restaurant. The girl was highly egocentric, she wouldn’t dare believe her mother was right about anything. “What makes you think that?” I asked her. “I read the police report you’d found the first one,” She explained. In my investigation I had come across an initial police report, her mother hadn’t been found at the grocery store but across the street battered, the first cop who came was a rookie and hadn’t been met t
Domenico POV: “Well,” I grunted as I cut off the end to a fresh cigar, you would think I had a death wish the way I was smoking them lately, but that creatin was gaining ground in the city at an all too impressive rate. My daughter was locked up in an ivory tower at her request, and I had the unnerving feeling they were closing in on the truth. The man before me sweated and shuffled for a moment. This definitely wasn’t good news, why did they think their nerves would save them, they should just face the music and tell me. “Come on!” I snapped and he flinched. For god's sake could one of these worms find a backbone I’m sure we had one lying around here somewhere. Oh no, the only one to stand up to me was now whoring herself out to the enemy. “The coroner is missing, we think…th-th-that. We think the Risci’s have moved him, and we believe your daughter-” He stopped talking as I stood up throwing my glass at the wall. “Fuck!” I lost it. This was the worst thing that could happen. I
Guilia POV: It was pathetic the way Daddy was so hellbent on getting Arianna back. Forcing me to stalk the thief, I had tolerated her presence when she doted on me as her long-lost sister. I expected nothing less, but then she had to go and ruin everything by siding with that numbskull. What was worse is Daddy was sure they had fallen for each other, there was no way he would fall for my sister and not me. Why did everybody worship the ground she walked on? I sighed as I went through the sales racks trying to distract myself as far as my father knew I was out and about trying to “run in” to my sister, but honestly, what was the point? If she wanted to tie herself to a burning ship let her, Giovanni would crash and burn we all knew it. He was still angry about his brother, even though he was the fool who docked at some random port. If you’re in the import export business you should really do your research. I sighed texting Marco, the one thing he refused to give up was my sister's l
Arianna POV: She knew now. That meant he did as well, and if he had any brains at all he’d know I was gunning for him. The false cheer that she’d tried to force down my throat she was lucky I didn’t set the dog on her. In fact, she’s lucky I didn’t do worse, when I first saw her I had half a mind to reach into Giovanni’s coat and grab the 9mm I knew he had on him. When we’d first found ourselves in this forced family, the guns set me on edge a constant reminder of my now unsafe world. Now I found them a comfort as hard as my father was trying to get me back all I had to do was reach over and I could end him. That’s what kept me sane as we went about and I kept my eyes peeled for her bright white convertible. Ever the one to stand out. Here and there I swear I’d catch glimpses of her. My life had been one whirlwind after another ever since my mom died, I hadn’t thought when I had spent the night catching up with my sister that she could be doing recon work, but now when I looked bac
Arianna POV: I sat patiently waiting in the living room, I smirked to myself looking over at my handiwork. I’m sure my sister assumed I was handing over her fabric, playing the good sister. After discovering how deep the rot runs into the family tree I was ready with a match and gasoline. I sipped my tea waiting for her to come to the door, Giovanni was nervous about inviting her in she was walking a whirlwind of drama and death, but I was sure we had our bases covered. Luca was upstairs and Peanut was waiting patiently to protect me, I couldn’t wait. Sure enough, she came around knocking at the door. Becaa opened it, all hands were on staff today. She wasn’t the devil himself, but she was his offspring. I sat back waiting for her to stomp over to me with her demands but instead, she calmly strolled over. “Tea,” she commented. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed a cup and poured herself some, fidgeting as she adjusted her skirt and not speaking first. I took another sip letting
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