Giovanni POV: That was the issue with war one side strikes, and the other reciprocates, and endless cycle until someone loses too much and can’t go on. I was playing with an uncaring and heartless man, and he knew what I cared about. The docks weren’t hard one call to my father, a simple donation to the judge's re-election fund and we were off the hook, the warrant was thrown out, but it was only a matter of time before Domenico threw something else at me. You had to try and get your opponent so tied up that they couldn’t move through all the bureaucratic bullshit so that when you landed the real blow they couldn’t respond. If he wasn’t above involving the sweet detective Mosley neither was I. I made an anonymous tip that there were drugs at one of Domenico's houses where I knew his little flunkies had their parties. Domenico was smart about hiding his shit, his men, well there were downsides to hiring from the cesspools of the world. He would have a harder time getting rid of th
Arianna POV: I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he heard the news. The scene in my head was him throwing glasses, flipping tables, demanding blood. If he thought we’d lie down and take it he was wrong. I’m sure he knew we’d retaliate, but I didn’t think he thought we’d take it this far. We had him scared enough to involve the police while he was being investigated, which meant he was getting desperate. We wanted to keep our momentum, so we sent a couple of burn crews out to a few of his properties in neighboring areas. I should have been horrified at the damage we were doing but I wasn’t. I felt a burning satisfaction swell in me, he knew now what he had done was coming up to catch him. He had killed my mother and covered it up, tried to take me captive with his false heroism. I wanted him to slowly lose everything, his houses, his business, and then when it was all gone and there was nowhere left to run I wanted to see the light drain from his eyes. Perhaps then th
Domenico POV: It was never easy was it? Always some little rat trying to get away, some little nat buzzing in your ear, some big dog trying to claim the throne. He had left me impressed with the big swing he took. Hitting my drug shipments was smart, that was where I made most of my money and how I used my intimidation the most. My influence stretched far with the intoxication of my goods, leaving me without them meant people would get impatient. He had left me distracted, and weak. Or he would have if I were a lesser man. Luckily my drug factories were aware of our ongoing distribution problems and sought to quickly ship out a new batch. How very kind of them and in turn I let them live, they got my money flowing again and kept my investors happy. I knew she had something to do with this, she would be out for blood after learning what had befallen her mother. She was making it slow though, and wanted me to feel afraid. I had to chuckle with pride at that. There was a reason I saw
Arianna POV: We were in the car on the way to the office just another morning, I looked down at my phone checking to see if any emails had come through yet. I looked up as we neared the office Becca was waiting for us with my coffee. Nothing was out of the ordinary until the explosion threw Becca into the street. The driver slammed on the brakes, and my chest slammed into the seatbelt, making my head rattle around like a rag doll. I gasped as the air had been knocked out of my lungs and I yanked at the seatbelt trying to get it off of me. Eventually, I remembered to press the button and I opened the car door running up the street. “Becca!” I screamed for her as I ran my breath still not there. “Becca,” I ran up to her as she lay in the street the back of her jacket singed from the flames. She lay unconscious and I checked her pulse, she was still breathing I lay my head against her chest and she was still breathing. Her face had some serious road rash. I turned around to see Giova
Giovanni POV: *torture*He had come after my family. Again… It was as if I was back on the docks watching as my brother opened up the crate and saw him engulfed before I could even blink. The fire consuming his last moments, his last words, his last breath. Becca flew into the street gliding across the it was ice. I couldn’t look at her asleep in the bed, her breath so steady but her eyes unopening. I was a shameful man to have her pay the price for my battles. What made matters worse, though I had seen her launched from the blast, my first thought was the woman beside me in the car. I watched my flesh and blood push across the pavement, and all I thought of was her dark hair and honey eyes. If I couldn’t focus I would lose everything. I couldn’t let this stand. I wouldn’t make him pay with fire, we were gaining far too much attention with our explosive games. The detective had peeled up to the scene demanding to know what had happened. Asking me what I had done, what I had done
Arianna POV: I knew the toll of taking down my father would be a large one, and I knew some people I had grown to care about would leave us. I guess I had hoped it would take a little bit before that happened, or if I’m being honest…I had hoped we could all walk away unscathed, we were the good guys after all. That wasn’t the case, but I should feel lucky that it was only goodbye for a little while. Becca was refusing to go, but when I asked her to leave so that I knew she was safe, she didn’t have much of a choice. I could still picture her flying through the air, and the grin on my father's face. I hope the satisfaction he felt was worth it, worth every penny he lost when Giovanni stormed into his manufacturing plant, mowing down any lost soul that had wandered in. I wanted to see the fire in his eyes, hear the glasses thrown against the wall, and watch him start to undo the seemly man who controlled everyone's lives. The way they had left that day I had felt a deep pit in my s
Giovanni POV: We had been driving ourselves crazy. I had been stretching every resource I had, calling in every favor. I was trying to keep people safe and protect us but none of it felt like enough. I was working hard to keep on top of him while he was in custody. Somehow our small victory had turned into a triumph, we had to keep the momentum. Watching her pace back and forth crouching in on herself as she stared at him, doing what she could but only going so far. I knew I had to get her out of there, it might be for the best too. Instead of sitting ducks, we were on the move, taking any threat out of the city. My men were protecting the house still and watching over any targets we thought Domenico might go after. If people had any brains they would get out of the city until this blew over, but most of them couldn’t. Kept barely surviving under the heel of a mad man most of them were still struggling to get by. I was taking her back to the coast, perhaps taking my mind off the wo
Arianna POV: Giovanni left in such a rush, with no goodbye or promise to return. I felt fear seep into my bones thinking of whatever was so dire it pulled him away instantly. If it was that serious I could only picture him covered in blood, punctured full of bullet wounds. I crawled up into my bed trying to drink some tea and watch something. Nothing pulled me away from the tales my head my head was spinning. Whether he was gunned down in the street, lit on fire in a car bomb, or tortured for his misdeeds. Each one worse than the last, gruesome and bloody details strangling me from any form of sanity. I spent the night staring at the ceiling wondering what was going on. Why hadn’t he called me yet The hours dragged on and with every passing second, I became increasingly certain that something had gone wrong. I was undone by the time I saw the sun creeping in through my curtains, I decided I might as well go get something to eat. I made my way downstairs feeling as lonely as I ha
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