Arianna POV:I drove to my father's house, a cold calmness powering me there. I wasn’t going to let the charade continue any longer, but I needed to be safe. I didn’t know how my father would react if he would lash out. The surety Gio spoke with about my father being dangerous, flashed into my mind as I turned my car off. I found my palms slick with fear, a feeling of retreat attempting to grip me. I shook it off remembering my fury at the ongoing deceit. I wouldn’t do it any longer, I had to open the door. I forced myself into the house, I didn’t focus on my unsteady footsteps, or my shuddering breath as I moved down the hall to his office. He was sitting at his desk going over paperwork. I was about to enter the office when a thought entered my head. I don’t know why but I turned around and went to the kitchen taking photos of everything in the file. Something in me warned me against handing over the information to him. I put the file back out in my car underneath my floor mat.
Arianna POV: I went into the office the next day my mind fuzzy from the night before. I only had one drink but I felt hungover. Replaying the story my father told me again and again. I started questioning here and there if he ever really wanted to get out. By now I knew he never would, he wanted it all. He could claim it was for his family, I saw through it after all this time this was for him and his greed. I wanted to sink into my work that now seemed tainted I holed up in my office with a black coffee hoping its bitterness would cheer me up. Unfortunately, my desire to slink into the shadows of the machine was ignored. Instead of strolling in, he knocked on the door and asked if I was available. Leaning back in my chair contemplating whether or not to open the door I waited with a grouchy set jaw. I let him in and he walked over sitting down once again like he had every right. “Oh please sit down,” I exclaimed in false cheer as he did what he wished. Closing the door keeping m
Gio POV:It was already complicated enough doing business with the devil as we had to. For appearance's sake, we were in business together purely to make sure neither of us went to the cops to take the other out. It was too sticky of a situation and now, she was involved. The only genuinely kind, and moral person in the whole pack of them and she appeared when I least expected it. She saw the world with open eyes and still chose to look on the bright side of things, she had a wicked sense of humor and she was breathtaking. It was bad enough that she was a good person, but I was also attracted to her beyond belief. I was holding myself back from making a pass at her and failing every time we got close. She could see through the bullshit covers we had and called me on it with a ferocity that only pulled me in further. I had to take her father down, he was filling the streets with drugs, pressuring small business owners to make shotty cuts to benefit him. Using honest people as fronts
Gio POV: Every time I entered the office, I had to occupy my mind with any other thoughts that it could form. Think about the ceiling fans, and don’t watch her. She pulled her hair to twist it out of her face. That would make me think about what it would feel like my fingers through her hair and then the afternoon was gone. I tried to drown myself in business meetings and arbitrating who got a say over what. We created more and more hiccups so that we could drag this out. We both needed more time so that we could get info on the other, desperately trying to get the upper hand. Who had more say over the building, who had more say over the spending, how we filed our taxes, what we agreed upon for who made day-to-day decisions? All of it was bull shit. None of it compared to the way she straightened her spine when she focused. I wondered what I could do to get her to arch it. Foul filthy thoughts plagued me whenever I saw her. Not just those but worse thoughts followed, every time
Arianna POV: It felt like I had woken up from a nightmare, I went back to my house, and I sat in my bed, reading my books, and watching the news. I ate the same dinners I always did and the time away started to heal the wounds inflicted on me. I had become completely undone by the way my father was constantly inching further and further into my life, asking this and that, little things that shouldn’t have mattered, asking about this person and that person what they did, what I thought of them. Each question was a double-edged sword, how did I Judge them, would I do the task, how well did I pick up on things, was I compliant? I was being evaluated from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep at night, he wanted to see how much use I could be to him. I didn’t know which way I wanted to go, be absolutely useless and incur his wrath, or be useful and lose all control. I was too afraid of him to play dumb at the end of the day, When Gio came in and told me he would fight the b
Gio POV:“She’s asked to come to us?” I was stunned, she was smart I knew this had nothing to do with any feelings for me and only fear of her father, but if she trusted me to protect her It was good enough for me. “She’s determined not to return home, and she said she’ll tell you everything she knows, considering she’s the number girl I do believe she’ll know a bit,” Luca told me over the phone as I heard him ripping through town. “Open up the second master give her whatever she want’s have the maids draw a bath for her, double the guard, let her know she’s free to go anywhere in the house, and make sure the cook prepares something nice for her,” I demanded, I didn’t want her to think we had anything to hide, or that she was a prisoner. I did my best to focus on my work, to make sure that I had my bases covered. I had provoked the beast in a horrible way, hoping disrupting his supply would keep him busy, instead, it made him snarl and snap. He had decided the best way to punish me
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
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