Pov: AndreI had been driving around the streets of Chicago like a mad man because my stepsister had decided to go missing again and was refusing to pick her damn calls.I swear to fucking God, when I find her, I will handcuff her to a headboard and never let her out of my sight.Rain pattered down on the windshield of my car, making it harder to see tonight.My phone buzzed and I pressed a button on my earpiece, hoping to God that it was news about Bianca. I had every man within a five mile radius looking for her."Boss.""This better be good news." I growled at Alfonso, my tone cold and dark as fuck, fed up with his inability to get his fucking job done.I used to trust him with my life. He had proven his loyalty and dedication to me time and time again and it was the only reason I trusted him to look after Bianca. But these days, he's fuckups have been nothing short of monumental.I hated to have to relieve him of his duty, because the only way to go about that was a bullet through
Pov: BiancaMy blanket was uncharacteristically heavy... And my room was uncharacteristically hot. I was sweating profusely and I struggled to breath under my heavier than normal blanket.My head was throbbing lightly and my breath smelled funny. No, it smelled horrible. Last night remained a blur and I couldn't feel my legs. 'It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm not leaving. Breathe.' I remembered that voice from last night. An achingly familiar voice that seemed to have brought me so much peace.Arching my back, I twisted on the bed, stretching a bit and sighing in contentment as the kinks in my joints straightened out.My blanket tightened itself around me and when I tried to struggle out of it, I heard a masculine groan of protest.I froze. Ice water trickling down my spine.That voice sounded familiar but the slight throbbing in my head made it impossible to make the connection. I twisted on the bed, ever so slightly, until I was staring at the naked chest of a man.Bile rose up my thr
Pov: AndreBianca clanging pots and pans together in the kitchen, in the name of cooking. Bianca singing off key, happily in the kitchen. Bianca dancing around in the kitchen as she made her awful breakfast.It was a pretty domestic scene and it felt completely normal waking up to seeing her like that. It just felt so right and she had offered me breakfast like it was something she had always done, fitting so easily into a role I was giving her in my head.There was a warm, pleasant feeling bursting in my chest at the sight of her so free and so happy. It made me want to store these moments in a bottle to keep forever. It made me want to kidnap her and keep her in my home so that she spends these moments only with me. She was back to her confident, bubbly self, so different from last night when she had been a hollow echo of her real self.It still troubled me how quick she had been to make a switch and sweep everything from last night under the carpet. I wanted to probe, I wanted to k
Pov: Andre"I'm not done with you yet," I growled, unbuckling my belt.She turned around and looked at me with a beautiful, spent, lustful expression, her shaky hands going to my belt buckle. I pushed her hand away impatiently and grabbed her waist, lifting her up and setting her on the countertop, spreading her thighs wide so that she was splayed in front of me like my own personal feast.I pulled her to the edge and stepped between her legs.Her gaze caught mine for one breathless second and we held each other's gazes as I took my aching cock out. Grabbing her ankle with one hand and the base of my erection with the other, I roughly surged into her, stars exploding in front of my eyes as she took me to the hilt until I was lodged deeply inside of her.She gasped. A tortured moan rumbled in her throat and she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs going to wrap around my waist, holding me tight for one intense second and locking me in place."Go easy on me, Andre," she whispered,
Pov: Andre"Lacerations along his thigh, doused in acid, preserved with formalin, mutilated dick, dumped in the same alley you found your mother." Leon sighed, standing up from inspecting the mutilated body. "Either the Polish did their homework, or the Taiwanese are back.""Or they're both working together," I said, letting out a breath.Leon shrugged. "We rounded up some Taiwanese that settled back after you were done with the Triads. They've been peacefully coexisting with us until now. Do you want to do the questioning or should I do it?"My lungs burned. I clenched my fist. It was a personal law of mine to do what it takes to not bring women, kids or innocents into the mix... But when it came to the Taiwanese, my moral screws went loose.Roger's body hit too close to home and conjured up a memory I had tried so hard to bury deep within me.My hands clenched harder, fingers drawing blood. If I saw any Taiwanese at the moment, I will fucking incinerate them in a furnace."I'll que
Pov: Bianca"Bia!"I turned around at the sound of Justin's voice with a giddy smile on my lips but when I saw him hobble over to me, barely hanging on to his crutches, the smile fell from my face and an alarmed, concerned expression took its place as I stared at his bruised and beaten form."Justin-" I whispered and ran to meet him the rest of the way but the words died at my throat when I was finally upon him and I saw that he was sporting a black eye. His face was swollen and purple to the point that he looked like an eggplant. And he seemed to be in tremendous pain, wincing with every step he took."Hey, what happened to you?" I whispered. "Shouldn't you be in the hospital.""I... I-" he wheezed. "I needed to see you... To deliver a message." He exploded into a coughing fit and when he finally stopped, he continued. "He'd kill me if I don't."I paled, "wha- what are you talking about?""I can't see you anymore.""What?!" I asked, more confused than shocked.He started coughing aga
Pov: BiancaThe music had stopped and it seemed like everyone was having a front row seat at the altercation and my humiliation."Run." He growled, cold anger permeating the air so heavily, it skitted down my spine and I tasted animosity on my tongue. "And don't stop running, or so help me God, I will put a bullet through your spine."The man scrambled up to his feet and scurried away.With a nod of his chin, the music started again and everyone went back to what it was they were doing before. As if Andre had not just threatened to murder someone for dancing with me."Have you lost your fucking mind?" I yelled at him, shoving his chest, fed up with his hot cold way of treating me.He didn't even move. I could very well have just tried to move a brick wall."I'd be careful if I were you, Bianca," he said, his voice quiet and scorching cold.The expression in his eyes was so deadly and dark, it would make a lesser man fold and heel but I clenched my teeth and stared him down with a glar
Pov: Bianca"Fuck, baby. Don't go."My chest racked with the sob trying to break free and before I knew it, I was trembling in his arms, losing my composure.He hugged me close, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his hands rubbing my arms in a bid to comfort me."Tesoro," he whispered, kissing the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck, his accent wrapping around the word like fine silk. "Amore mio."Sweetheart. My love. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, flapping their restless wings around in my gut.Turning around, I looked at him, and for the first time, it felt like I was finally seeing him with his guards down.I didn't even know that treacherous tears were streaming down my face until he started kissing the tears away, murmuring sweetly how he never wants to see me cry. How he hated to see me hurt.His lips found their way to mine and when we connected, there was a rush in my head similar to the euphoria you would get from getting your first hit. The world went q
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EpiloguePov: Andre(Four years later)I roused awake in the middle of the night with a starts and looked around the room, peace settling over my heart when I saw that Bianca was right beside me.Very much asleep and very much round with my baby in her.A beautiful little girl I was going to love and cherish with my whole heart.The years had been fairly peaceful with no more intruders trying to close in on my territory. Business was better than ever and Bianca was an active member of the mafia, asserting her place as my wife and equal.Thr room was dark except for the sliver of light that reflected from the night lamp by her bedside.She had never really gotten over her fear but she was better at controlling it now.I reached out and rubbed her swollen belly and she roused awake and looked at me with sleepy eyes."Andre?" She murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Can't sleep?"I shook my head, "just worried." I murmured, rubbing her bare stomach.Even after all this while, I st
Pov: Andre"You're sure you don't want our help with this?" Alistair asked one last time before I jumped into the Jeep and the rest of my men got ready to get the fuck out of here."In the Cosa Nostra, we deal with our own famiglia," I said gruffly, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists hard around the steering wheel and started the car. Usually, Oscar takes the wheels but I was prepared to fuck up the speed limit and drive like a mad man until I got to Bianca.That slimy bastard is fucking dead. Nothing will stop me from tearing open his gut with my bare hands and stringing out his intestines. Excitement thrummed in my blood, the idea of having a reason to finally kill him was too good an opportunity to pass up."Found his location," Leon chirped behind me in the back seat. "He's back at the old townhouse."Good. I had one of my men link a tracker to him after the fiasco at the party cleared up. He had fled back to Sicily where I didn't have to see his face and contempla
Pov: Bianca(Two hours ago.)Things went wrong almost immediately Andre left."Where's Nico," I turned to Bernard as he led me up the stairs towards the safe room where half a dozen other men stood, alert, with their guns drawn."I sent some of the men to look for him. He probably snuck out to go with Andre. Right now, my job is to keep you safe.""You don't understand, Nico is also important to Andre, you have to find him. I don't want anything happening to him again."He huffed an exasperated breath and looked at me as if I was over-reacting. "Fine," he conceded, "get in the room and I'll go with the rest of the men to find Nico after you're safely locked inside.""How will you get it to open? Only Andre and Emilio knows the password.""Andre had you and Nico's fingerprints scanned and inputed into the house's control unit. The two of you can pretty much open any door in the house. We can let you in, but none of us can get out unless Emilio or Andre himself unlock the door from the
Pov: Andre"Get up," I told the girl, dropping my hand. "Lead us to the basement he was talking about."She sniffed and scurried to her feet while glaring at me with as much venom as she could. "You killed him!" She screamed at me."Careful," I narrowed my eyes into slits at her, "I'd hold my tongue if I were you, unless you wish to join him."She wisely clamped down on her lips as her body racked with sobs.My phone buzzed in my pocket and I ignored it, knowing that the men would reach out to me through the earpieces if they wanted to deliver a message."The south wing has been successfully breached," Alexei's voice came in through the receiver. "No sign of Grigori.""None here, either," Enzo murmured."He's probably hiding from in his basement. I'm heading there right now.""We'll cover you," Alistair said, sounding not too far away.I grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her along with me. She couldn't be of much importance considering the fact that she was dressed in a scruffy maid
Pov: AndreI grabbed strapped on my armoured vest and double checked my weapons.Roma voice suddenly blared through the receiver. "Incoming, in three, two..."I turned to see the mad man standing up in his jeep, his upper body poking through the space in the roof, a rocket launcher balanced on his shoulder.He grinned hard and wide and launched the weapon, the grenade flying past us at record speed and launching itself straight into Grigori's wall, exploding immediately on contact.The ground shook at the rumble as the grenade exploded and crumbled part of the wall to pieces.I looked at Roma and he nodded a you're welcome at me, strapping his own vest and jumping out of his car."It's a good thing law enforcements have been taken care of or we'd have a hell of a time explaining what the fuck that was," Alistair grumbled into his speaker.The explosion alerted Grigori's men and in no time, they were stumbling through the wreckage, confused and disoriented. As if they hadn't been ready
Pov: AndreMy living room is one of the biggest and most lavish in Chicago, yet it felt small and cramped as the respective mafia bosses I called my allies gathered there, armed to the teeth, their expressions lethal and serious.The entire energy seemed to cackle with the electric force each of us exuded and I had never been more grateful to be part of this alliance. Leon worked on passing around the guns and weapons, with earpiece devices that doubled as a microphone so that we could communicate when we seperated into our different rides.Bianca was perched on the armrest of a couch, chewing her lip pensively, her bright green eyes were worried as they found mine.I tucked my Glock I had been double checking into my pants hostler and walked over to her, her gaze beckoning me.She rose to her feet immediately, her lip trembling. I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger, stroking her jaw. "Tesoro," I whispered. "If I don't come back–"She shook her head, a stubborn glint in her br
Pov: Andre"Nothing's going to happen to her. Benito knows what he's doing, we just have to let him do his job.""She saved me," she whispered, her voice detached and cold. "He aimed for my heart. She took the bullet for me."The least fucking thing she could have done in the situation, considering all the shit Bianca went through because of her negligence.But instead of ruining her train of thoughts, I pulled her close to me and pressed a lingering on her forehead.She sighed and relaxed against me, her arms going around her torso. She rested the side of her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even. I nuzzled her hair, loving how soft and sweet every inch of her felt.I had never felt peace like this even after such a dangerous situation."I'm glad it wasn't you," I said truthfully. "I don't know what I would have done if it had been you, Bianca.""Me too," she whispered after a few seconds. "I'm glad it wasn't either of us. I'd be d
Pov: AndreMária had rented out an entire high end Italian restaurant for the occasion, to ensure that we would be uninterrupted during the entire discussion.She was over the top like that, and I didn't mind, seeing as it was my papa's money and I hadn't wanted to accommodate her in my office where thoughts of bending Bianca over my desk and taking her from behind seemed to resurface everytime I blinked.She donned a white fur jacket and black jumpsuit with long diamond earrings and an equally large diamond set of rings on her fingers. Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet.She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy."Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly.Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolt