*Fiorella*I called Lorenzo to talk to him about divorce, he’s still adamant about not accepting it but I won’t go back.Lorenzo arrived and was dressed very formally in a black coat that complemented the color of his eyes and made him look very attractive."Fiorella, please let talk". He looked me deeply in the eyes for a moment, there was tension in the air that I could feel. He broke the silence, "Sit down, will me?" he said without looking away.From his expression I realized that he was already undressing me with his eyes, plus I knew that I looked beautiful why he wouldn’t want me. " Thank you,"I was nervous I didn’t know whether to tell him the I was pregnant or just sign the papers and be out of his life forever.
After leaving Lorenzo and divorcing him, I am living my pregnancy in London, surrounded by people who helped me, when she was born was the happiest day of my life, I never told Lorenzo that I was expecting a little girl, I wanted to keep that to myself. I know he's been looking for us and although I haven't seen him, he has been keeping an eye on us , but I can’t accept it not yet. Maybe I’m a fool and I should let him know her, but my little one has a normal life and will continue as long as I live. I know it’s been years now but I deserve more my daugther deserve more, I don't know if I will ever forgive him, but only destiny can know that. My little Leonella is already five years old and I think it is now time for her to get to know Italy, I used my mother's money and invested it in shares and that has multiplied, giving me the life of luxury that my daughter and I deserve. I have told her about Italy and how beautiful it is, the cities and the culture, although we have lived i
I grew up in an Italian family with traditions, where the patriarch, "my father," always had the last word; since he was a child, he formed the great empire of the Italian Mafia and became the most feared Don for many years.Time did not pass in vain. My father grew old; other Don's began to grow their families and increase their territories; when Papa's health deteriorated, it was the right time for a new leader.Lorenzo Razzo became the new Don. His parents were killed when he was 18 years old, and he decided to follow the family tradition of the Mafia; he managed to grow his business and territory, becoming a feared and respected man.He does not forgive betrayal, and this has caused other families to be afraid to confront him; at 26 years old, Lorenzo is well known for being a playboy; no woman keeps him in a relationship, his tastes are exquisite, and he does not expect to find the perfect woman to be his wife, that idea does not
*FIORELLA*My plane has just landed in Italy, I can see out the window, the beautiful view in front of me; I am anxious to see my father again, due to his health condition, he has not been able to travel to London to see me as he would have wanted to.I miss my family and my home; all these years away from them have made me value them more; I missed my conversations with Fabrizio, my dear brother; I had years without seeing him or talking to him on the phone.Papa told me that he was always busy, taking care of the family business, and that is precisely the reason why I have returned, my brother will be the new head of our family, and my father assured me that I had nothing to worry about, now that Fabrizio would protect me.When I arrived at the waiting room, I could see Fabriz
*FIORELLA*It seems that luck is on my side; that horrible receptionist was spoiling my afternoon. Still, she didn't succeed; the assigned table had a beautiful view of the square and the city; I was in the VIP section on the restaurant's terrace.The waiter came over and gave me the menu; everything looked delicious; I ordered one of my favorite dishes and dessert. After finishing that delicious meal, I took my cell phone. Still, I realized that I had not even turned it on.Suddenly I felt someone's heavy gaze as if they were watching me, I raised my head, and that's when I saw him, he was a table away, a true god, my heart began to beat so fast, almost leaving me breathless and I drooled.His look was so penetrating, I felt that even my soul was naked in front of him; I was getting nervous. I tried to avoid his eyes, but every time I turned to see him there, he was fixed without blinking for a second.When he
*Lorenzo*There would be no other logical explanation; I returned to my table and remained thoughtful."What's wrong with you, Lorenzo?" said Camilo."Nothing, I need you to investigate Fabrizio for me," I said as I finished my shot of whiskey."Fabrizio, you mean Santelli , old Giuseppe's son?" said Camilo in surprise."Yes, is there a problem with that," I said, rather annoyed, having to repeat my orders."No, of course not.""Perfect, I also need you to find out if he has any mistresses or girlfriends, ask for today's security video to be handed over to you, and I want to know who is that blonde that was in front of us a few minutes ago, and I mean I want to know everything about her.""Alright, I'm on it."24 HOURS LATERI was in my main office, the one I have in one of my casinos, from where I run my business; besides dealing drugs, I h
* FIORELLA*Today they brought the dress and the jewelry that I would wear tomorrow at that party; I can't complain because the dress is beautiful, black color that elegantly shows my curves, the jewels are diamonds, Fabrizio didn't skimp on spending splendidly on this.I went downstairs and was about to go to the kitchen for a glass of water when I heard my father and Fabrizio arguing in the office.I heard a loud bang and rushed in, "Papa, what's going on?" I asked, surprised to see Fabrizio on the floor touching his face from the blow my father had given him."That we are ruined," said Papa holding onto the desk.I ran to him to help him sit down and calm down, "What are you talking about?" I said, worried."That your brother has put us in debt, we have lost property and money, all because of his gambling," Papa said, and my face turned white."Fabrizio, how could you, Papa's life's work
*FIORELLA*My eyes jumped; I couldn't believe the question he was asking me, "Who do you think that you are to ask me that?" I said, furious, and tried to let go, but he had me too strong."Answer me?" he yelled at me, and that made me nervous."I don't have to answer you, let go of me. You are hurting me"."Answer me, Fiorella, I don't want to have to ask one of our men to confirm that, " he told me, and I couldn't believe his words; who was this man in front of me."Wouldn't you dare?" I said, challenging him.He smiled at me and looked back, "Flavio!" I looked at him in panic, and my body trembled at the thought of someone touching me, "Wait, yes, yes I am!" I said as tears of helplessness streamed down my face.Fabrizio lifted his hand and gently wiped my face, "See, it was so hard to answer a simple question, sis."I let out a sigh, and he stared at me, caressing my cheek.
* LORENZO*She moved her hand away from mine and took a step back, looking at me, "I think it's normal, I don't even know who you are, and my brother won't be long in coming back, he's quite protective, and he told me not to talk to anyone,"I listened to what she was telling me. Still, I couldn't stop looking at her, intoxicated by having her so close to me, her scent, her body, everything about her, was too much, and I wanted it; I needed to possess her, but I remembered what her stupid brother had told her.That she would return with her future husband, over my dead body, I will let someone else have what I now recognized as mine, and she, Fiorella, is mine."Fiorella!" I said, looking at her and seeing how she reacted with surprise when she heard her name from my lips."How do you know my name?" she asked in surprise."I know everything about you," I said, moving closer to her.The distan
After leaving Lorenzo and divorcing him, I am living my pregnancy in London, surrounded by people who helped me, when she was born was the happiest day of my life, I never told Lorenzo that I was expecting a little girl, I wanted to keep that to myself. I know he's been looking for us and although I haven't seen him, he has been keeping an eye on us , but I can’t accept it not yet. Maybe I’m a fool and I should let him know her, but my little one has a normal life and will continue as long as I live. I know it’s been years now but I deserve more my daugther deserve more, I don't know if I will ever forgive him, but only destiny can know that. My little Leonella is already five years old and I think it is now time for her to get to know Italy, I used my mother's money and invested it in shares and that has multiplied, giving me the life of luxury that my daughter and I deserve. I have told her about Italy and how beautiful it is, the cities and the culture, although we have lived i
*Fiorella*I called Lorenzo to talk to him about divorce, he’s still adamant about not accepting it but I won’t go back.Lorenzo arrived and was dressed very formally in a black coat that complemented the color of his eyes and made him look very attractive."Fiorella, please let talk". He looked me deeply in the eyes for a moment, there was tension in the air that I could feel. He broke the silence, "Sit down, will me?" he said without looking away.From his expression I realized that he was already undressing me with his eyes, plus I knew that I looked beautiful why he wouldn’t want me. " Thank you,"I was nervous I didn’t know whether to tell him the I was pregnant or just sign the papers and be out of his life forever.
*Fiorella*He pushed me to bed and stood over me. I pushed him away from me, but I can’t handle his strength. He kissed my lips. It was a tough kiss that I thought my lips would break to pieces.His lips went down to my neck. I can’t do anything but cry, he didn’t explain this semblance to me."You are mine, Fiorella, only mine." I said and tore his shirt. I saw in his eyes the wonder. I covered my body with the blanket because my top clothes are the only thing left on my upper body. But he grabbed the blanket I tried to cover in my body. "Don’t hide that, love. That’s mine." He said and removed the last thing, my garment on the top of my body. He attacked my lef
* Lorenzo*When I get out of bed I see someone next to me then I remind myself that I was on a bedside table with a girl named Loreta.She had short blonde hair touching her bare shoulders, she had long fake cheap nails and brown eyes.When I got out of bed "Lorenzo stay a little longer, go!" she said and that annoyed me, I don’t let anyone talk to me like that only my wife.I don’t let any woman sleep in my bed any more than my wife, so right now I was with her in the guest room at my playhouse, which Fiorella believes has already been dismantled.She starts complaining again and again as I grab my gun off the table and shoot him in the leg. Loreta starts screaming
*Alina*Early in the morning, my phone rings, I hate morning calls, but I bet it’s important. So I looked through my phone and found it on my nightstand,"Hello," I reply in a heartbreaking voice."Ms. Alina, it’s me"."Who’s who?" I frown."From Mr. Rocci’s house," he whispers."Yes, Mr. But what is it?" I sit and continue to listen to your report.I heard that the family besides Rocci’s unit doesn’t want to move because of the money and his job.So I came up with a plan and I let Mr. But handle it,
Examine my face and body thoroughly with your eyes and there’s the point of realizing, "Oh, Ms. Alina. I didn’t know it was you. You look..." he pauses, "look. uh-" trying to find the right words to say,So I meddled, "Different? I guess I passed the test if not even a citizen could recognize me." I smiled at him and went back to business,"So, will you let me in?""Boo-"I cut him off, "No buts. Or should I tell you something, Don? That one of his subjects is no longer loyal to him?"He swallows and does not respond. His sweat is all over his face, and now I am losing patience.He’s still adamant, so I dropped my last trick.
*Alina*I go to Loreta at 107, and I catch them doing their thing intimately,"Hello Loreta, I’m going, come here a second"."Oh... just for... ah... ah... a moment... uhhh... alina..." I wear a smile on my lips, hearing this recharges me.I close the door and wait outside. A few minutes later, Sandy leaves the room, "God Alina, don’t you know how to knock?" I laugh at her and mock her,"Woah... who did this Loreta? Ahh... ah... uh..." with matching recreation, her face turns red. "It’s not funny Alina." smiles at me."Relax, okay? The old man asked me to do some things. Call me if there’s anything new, okay?" I kiss her
*Alina*Upon seeing me, a man in his robe with a great complexion says excitedly: "Alina! ! Alina! Alina!", . He’s sitting generously on his favorite couch, so I walk up to him and sit on his lap. I put my arms around his neck and I start to pass my fingers on his neck to the back of his ears that he likes, then a moan escapes from his mouth, "perverted man," I thought.He looks for my hands, takes them off his neck, touches them, and gives them little kisses as he says, "I missed you so much, Alina but I need you to do something important for me.""That’s good to hear, because I’m getting tired of fucking you," he said. I almost smiled at hearing it, but I need to do an act. " Uhh," with regret written on my face I said in a flirtatious way."I think you’re getting tired of me, who’s your new girl, tell me, huh? Come on tell me!" Forgive me, but what I’m saying makes me want to vomit, really."Is she beautiful and younger than me?" He laug
*Alina* It's 10 o'clock at night when a knock on the door opens at the back of the bar. The car engine shuts off and the slamming of the door follows. You hear the distinct voices of men walking, you see figures with bulging bodies still telling stories about their great virility. Alina's curiosity, reaches its peak as she hears the striking cries of young girls and the constant screams of women who are probably in their early twenties. So her only way to see is through the window. He grabs onto the wooden chair and uses it as a foothold. She tries to keep her balance and tries to find the right angle to see clearly what is going on outside. He starts to blink and walks over to the window and this is what he sees, both hands and feet are tied together with rope. The young men were carried like pigs on the shoulders of the two men of a Don, but who is the , I don't remember anything, not even what I'm doing here.