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I try not to think more about Father and his demands for the rest of the day. As I fed Angel, the both of us curled on the couch, and my tablet popped to stand on the table to watch the next episodes of Triumph del Amor. When Caela wakes up, I put him in his chair, changing the movie to a cartoon on YouTube while I bathe his sister. Taking them to the living room, I place her in her chair as well as I prepare their food. When I’m done, I leave it to cool for a bit while I turn off the TV. And get some napkins from the kitchen I return with their food. Today, the kids are determined to be good because the feeding goes off without a hitch and I didn’t have to go change afterward. I kiss their heads loudly for their good behavior and turn the TV back on to keep their attention while I clean up and eat my dinner. I’m tired by the time I finish washing and drying the used utensils. “Want to go and watch movies with Mama?” I ask the twins out loud as I pop Calea on one hip, then le
The kids are awake by the time I drag myself out of bed, Maria is feeding them in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wake me? Good morning” I greet her. I don’t know how I overslept and the babies are up and about before me. I yawn walking closer, Maria spoons some mashed carrots and feeds Caela. “Niko said to let you sleep and I’m happy to take care of these little munchkins” She pats the side of Caela’s lips with a napkin before feeding her some more. I look up “Is he still here?” He’s usually gone by this time, looking around though there’s clearly no one else around. “In the gym downstairs I believe” Now she holds another spoon to Angel who leans forward little mouth parted in an O. “Alright thank you, I’ll go shower quickly and be right back” I lean down, dropping kisses on the children's heads before hurrying back. It’s afternoon, Niko having left after kissing the children goodbye. His eyes lingered on mine as he leaned down to brush a kiss on my cheeks before leaving. Father
I lay on the exam table after having done the usual check-up on the twins, it’s my turn next, I’m wearing a loose dress, in the clinic downstairs that had been converted to a full blown hospital at the time I had the kids. Every other week, Dr. Andrea comes by for check ups. It’s safe to say I’ve forgiven her for the last time, when she delivered my babies, placing them in my arms safely. I would have let bygones be even with the devil himself. I am indebted to her. She goes on asking me questions as she just does at the end of our visits. “How are you feeling?” “Better, not as tired as I used to be” Thank God for that. Taking off her gloves, she tosses them in the trash before rolling her chair back with a push. “Anything you’d like to tell me?” My eyebrow goes up as I sit up straightening my dress “Such as…?” I trailed off as I was lost. “How you’re feeling any pain during sex?” My heart jumps to my throat, trying to keep a straight face I shake my head negative. There’
“You do know you will have to expand your circle of friends?” “Hm?” “Your little coven I mean” she drawls. I sputtered, laughing “Goddess Eva, you make us sound terrible” She ignores me “While they work on keeping you informed it’s not enough, you must mingle more, it is your duty” I shrugged, unconcerned. I suppose at some point I’d have to start holding court like my aunt Sara. “Niko doesn’t like people at the house though” excluding his trusted men and cousin. “Then you will find another way, you will have to start making plans, for yourself, for the children, the younger women will come to you for advice, the older ones too, all of them will have ulterior motives, but, like it or not, you will have to entertain them, host parties and gatherings.” I close my eyes as she leans forward, a headache brimming behind my eyes. “Their children will be the next generation, not just yours, wouldn’t you rather start knowing which ones would be threats in the future?” Her brow goes up
Niko left early this morning, kissing the children and hugging me tightly. “Are you taking some men?” “A few” “Take care of yourself,” I tell him.He leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips.“I love you,” I say to him and he kisses me again.“Text you when I land”“Okay, bye” Releaseing him, I clap my hands behind my back. Now that he’s leaving I don’t want him to go. It’s only for two days I remind myself.The moment he leaves I get to work, trying to keep busy. Telling myself he’ll be fine. Even with the tension in Chicago, he’ll be fine. And he took some men for protection.I drown myself in emails and paperwork the rest of the morning.“There’s my favorite niece” Tommy appears from behind me chucking a finger under Caela’s chin making her giggle. “She’s your only niece” I correct with a smile, then my face twist in confusion “Right?”I know Niko hadn’t been living a chaste life before we got married, but I just assumed he couldn’t have impregnated a one-night stand when he w
NIKO “What will you do?” Vincent drones on in my ear, I know he is asking about the Rizzos, Lola has been doing more than hinting at me to do something to help her cousin, my wife is nothing if not resilient when it comes to protecting those she cares about, she doesn’t understand my getting involved makes him look weak. A boss that cannot control his territory? I scoffed. The men of La Famiglia are like sharks angling for blood, at the tiniest hint of weakness, they will eat you alive. Not to mention that I don’t feel like fighting someone else’s war. She and the children are my priority, keeping them safe is all I care about. Though she seems to think he would get better given time, I didn't have the heart to tell her that brutality isn't something you learn, you either have it or you dont, and Carlos Cancio sure as hell doesn't or he would have done the needful by now. Damn it. “Should I do something?” I ask my cousin though my mind is already made. He is silent for a few se
My children live in onesies, they have several pretty outfits that were gifted to us and that I had ordered for them, but they’ve not had the opportunity to wear any so today I am definitely taking advantage of the situation. Micaela fuzzed throughout the entire process when I wear her a pretty pink princess dress, and a pair of cute matching sandals, she's almost crying by the time I’m done combing her hair, pulling it into sections, and tying it with white and pink ribbons. As she’s not used to wearing anything with excess material she keeps pulling at the dress and kicking her legs, but she looks like the cutest thing ever. I hand her off to Maria while I get to dressing Angelo. I dressed him in a white cotton shirt with a black bowtie at the front and a black pair of shorts. White shoes and were good to go after a hair comb. “Should we go show Sebby how cute you’re looking today?” I put them in the back of the SUV, ensuring they were comfortable, then got in the front with Iva
Gianna mumbles something under her breath I dont hear. “Huh?” "I hate to be the one to say this sweetheart but you’ve stopped trying” At my dropped jaw she raised both hands in surrender “Not to say that you need it, you’re so pretty it’s annoying sometimes, you would look cute even with a sack over your head and without eyebrows, which says alot. But that doesn’t change the fact that if you dress up and look good it shows that you want to be admired and desired, and in return, the male in him would react to that. I hide my face. “Take a look at you now, you’re wearing mom jeans and a white shirt, the Lola I know, the most beautiful girl in the Italian families would never dress thus” she snapped her fingers at me. I gasped in full dramatic effect. Pointing a finger at her, “I should stop talking to you, just for that statement” Used to my antics she cackles like a witch. But I frowned. “What’s wrong with mom jeans? It’s comfy and cute” I say, looking at the light blue pair I
My uncle was right, everything will change from now on, the Grecos, Mendoza, and the Oriente arms of the New York Families are no more. Though we weren't particularly friendly with the other two, it wasn't required for the business. The Greco’s however have always been closely allied with the Salvatores, it wasn’t because of that friendship that Julio was my father's right hand and his father before him, as capo it was my decision to choose my right hand, but for decades, that honor belonged to the Greco’s, until Julio fucked it up. With them gone, there is a gap, in the prominent families, and someone needs to take over for the business to run smoothly. As things settled, I just wanted some peace to be with my family, my children, I already missed so much. It was something I would never retreat, I kept them safe. I did what had to be done, even though it hadn't been my Knife in their throat or my orders. My actions lead to their deaths. And their deaths created a power vacuum, one
**“We have to leave here, get to another safe house we don’t know who else- this place has been compromised” Arms wrapped under my arms trying to pull me away. I was staring blankly at the Man I'd grown so close with. I didn't know what to do.“We can’t leave him here” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “You think I want to leave him? He was like a father to me, but I have to protect you, he would want you to get to safety”“Miguel…”“Now Lola, Now." he shook me "We have to-“ a phone ringing cuts off the rest of his words. Miguel bends down and searches through Matteo’s jacket to retrieve his phone. I crawl back to him lifting his head into my lap, spatches of blood stained my jeans as I run my fingers through his hair. “Please Matteo open your eyes,” I begged softly.He couldn’t be gone. He felt warm despite the blood pooled on the ground beneath him, he couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t...“It’s Matteo…” I hear Miguel say to the other person on the phone “He’s gone” is all Miguel says
I straightened at the sound of a car pulling closer. I know it isn’t Miguel as he’s in the next room, slowly tiptoeing to one of the windows and pushing back the curtains, “Lola don’t do that-“ “It’s Matteo” I gasped in recognition at the dark hair and family face of the man that exists the drive's seat. “It’s Matteo” I repeated “He’s here!” I announced as my heart began to race in my chest. “Stay here, stay down” Miguel ordered, as he headed to the door a gun in hand. I remained at the window, clutching my rounded belly with a shaky hand, the other fisted around the thick curtains as I tried to listen to their exchange. It went on for about half a minute but it was too long and then Miguel crossed back to the porch, he disappeared from my line of sight, and I moved to the door. The bottom of my oversized jeans dragged on the floor over my bare feet as I had left the zipper undone to accommodate my large bump. I’m standing behind the door when it opens and Miguel says “It’
“That puta was whoring around dirtying the family line-“ she gurgles, choking as red spills from a thin line across her throat. A hand flew to her neck eyes wide in shock. No one was allowed to speak of that, I took pains in ensuring it remained that way. The consequences would be devastating. I look at the blade in my hand then swipe the napkin beside her tea set to wipe the little blood at the end. I turned around and came to a stop at the dark figure at the entrance. Fuck. “Is it true what she said?” I observe his stance, the pistol hanging loosely at his side, my brows furrowed as I tried to figure out how long he’s been standing there, how much he heard, I let out a sigh, “Tommy…” He sucked in a deep breath, his empty hand clenching into a shaky fist. “Did you know?” Tommy asked calmly. I grit my teeth and wipe the blade once more, then I return it to the sheath strapped to my wrist, soothing down my sleeves to keep it hidden. I turned to my brother fully and asked “Wh
Bang! Bang! Bang!!! Gunshots sound as I make my way down the hall of an Italian-styled penthouse. The enemy tries to return fire, but they are quickly overwhelmed by my men. Martino Greco led me to Valentina's hideout like a mouse to the cheese. Pained grunts and shocked yells followed by the thuds of bodies heating the ground, and then quiet. Hmm. I walk in smooth strides past pools of blood, bodies littering the polished wooden floors noting the soldiers Valentina called from her mansion in Italy, I frown at the sight of a falcon tatted on one of the fallen men’s forearms, seems she hired some mercenaries also. Splendid. Last night Valentina sent her men to Mendoza and Orinete households while they slept and took them out in one swell move. It is why I can break in with little to no resistance, half of her man power is gone. Danilo inclined his chin at me then motioned up silently a gun in hand, corked and still at the ready. Chase and Emilio stand beside him each o
I stared out the window on the ride back. Like the two times we’ve gone out, I remain in the car while he checks the property, when he signals all clear I open my door and move to the back to get the kids. Miguel goes around the other side and gets started on Angelo’s seat, he undoes the strap holding the child to the seat and then unhooks the chair fully so he can take it inside. “Want to tell me what happened at the clinic?” he questions as we walk. I shook my head nothing. “You don’t really expect me to believe that do you?” “What makes you think I did anything." “Excluding the fact that you looked guilty as hell when we got back, there’s a tear glued to your lashes" he pointed one end of his bottled water at me, "Why were you crying” We entered the cabin and I unstrapped the kids to let them run free. “I just needed to use the bathroom quickly” I paused helping Angelo to his feet. “I called him” I admitted. His expression remains unchanged. “You don’t seem surprised
NIKO That evening I left using one of the hidden exist. There's a car parked under the bridge, I pull up behind it, leaving the engine still running as I look out the window, moments later a male form, wearing a black oversized coat blowing the wind takes long steps in my direction as far as his short legs can carry him, the side door opens and he drops down beside me, the smell of tobacco that follows him where ever he goes fills the car. I make no effort to his my frown. Excluding the fact that it was a shitty habit that kills the liver, I imagine it would make stealth impossible if they can smell you from a mile away. And I preferred to leave no traces, unless it was a warning that is. I have half the mind to ask him to exit my vehicle before he saturates it with his unpleasant smell but I need him tonight so I decided to play nice. “How did it go?” Martino Greco smacks his lips once, “Just as you expected boss, Maxim sent another offer, I did as you said while showing some
LOLA I’ve been teaching my twins simple words and pointing out items around the house for them. I once read that kids need contact with other people and other kids to stimulate growth, and I’ve been doing what I can to fill that role. "Nana" Angel mumbled pointing at the banana when Miguel walked past eating a banana last night.It is also his favorite fruit. Micaela liked peaches.I also roped Miguel into watching some soap operas airing every evening with me so I’d have something to look forward to and someone to discuss with. Soap operas were always better when you had someone to discuss them with. He acts like he hates them but I swear he secretly enjoys them. He finds it hard to understand the motives of the main antagonists and often wonders why the ‘good guys’ give so many chances.No one is that inherently good. Miguel had said when the main female character got played for the fourth time in twenty episodes. It's plain stupidity. he added his two cents, I shook my head with
NIKO -Months later... “Who can we count on?” Tommy asked his chin on his jaw. In front of me at the other side of the desk Matteo cleared his throat and the other turned to him, “Brenadi, Orisi, Ajello, the Sances are a given" he tips his head. With Chase one of my trusted enforcers the head of the Sances family, it was a given, I trusted him to keep his house in check, the others however, "The others will need more convincing" Matteo added voicing my exact thoughts. “That’s four out of twelve” Vincent grunted unable to hide his displeasure. “How can Valentina have eight over us, the bitch has been in Italy for almost three decades," Tommy growls. “Exactly, lots of families owe her favors, she ran this family before us with an iron fist and she never fully removed her claws while my brother was capo, that’s nearly four decades of loyalty from the New York families. "Enough time to amass a fortune's worth of secrets and debts to call in, moreover, a number of the men are too sca