My hair falls in a straight waterfall down my back.
It's times like this that I love my hair. Even after straightening every single last curl and wave my hair still looks full and thick.
For my make up, I apply a thin coat of light foundation then fill in my eyebrows and line my eyes. I moisten my lips but decided to wait before applying any lipstick or eyeshadow until I've chosen a dress.
I'm in my bathrobe when I step out a moment later. Surprisingly my room isn't half as messy as I thought it would be in.
About a dozen dresses are laying on the bed, some coats are laying on the couch which used to be at"You look so good doing it. Really! Who thought you how to drive?" I asked excitedly. Running my fingers over the dashboard of the car. I still couldn't get over the fact that Gianna had a car and she's allowed to drive it places. I still can't believe she even knows how to drive.
Smiling into my glass I take another sip of wine. This is good wi- "Lola!" I jerked at the sound of my name. My mother-in-law practically runs toward me, I grimaced at her six-inch heels silently praying she doesn't fall and break her neck.
In the bathroom Eva proceeded to powder her nose and reapply her lipstick. Making kissing faces at herself in the mirror, very different from the woman I saw only moments ago. "What was that all about?" I asked. Eva looks at me in the mirror, no longer distracted with her image "That my dear daughter in-law is called taking out your opponent before they even have the chance to strike at you" At my clueless look, she continued. "That girl is two years your senior and the best friend of Eliza. Yes, that Eliza. An exact replica of her mother bitter with her sharp tongue. She and her little friends have gotten it in their head that you stole Niko from their friend. I've being watching her all day and was just waiting for her to pull one on you. She was clearly trying to make you look foolish and like a bad wife! Anyone with working eyes will know that you've never cooked a day in your life. They will use your weakness as ammunition against you so before they strike
***** Moments, minutes or hours later I collapse on the bed breathing so hard. Niko and I had gone at it for what felt like hours. I panted loudly trying to catch my breath. I blinked trying to focus my gaze, my legs felt like jelly.
*** “No, don’t cut it” I tell the attendant behind me when she brings a tiny scissors close to my hair. “I know, you said that the last time. I just want to trim an uneven strand” the smiley salon attendant explains. Relived, I nod. Say what you will, but even a decade later, I haven’t been able to allow my hair get cut other than the occasional trim when I’m getting a hair treatment so it doesn’t get too long. I guess my father thought me a lesson that stuck. I hear sniping sound then release a breath when she finally puts the scissors away. And begins running a brush through my hair. It’s being a few weeks since I attended the little gathering with Gianna, since then, things have been a bit quiet. Niko and I going at a steady pace. I keep myself busy when I can. Ke
I don't know how but I find myself in my bedroom upstairs. What just happened? I've never imagined I would make Niko so upset with me and over something so little. And he is upset. The worst part is that I don't even know why. So I invited my cousin over without asking him first. It was just in the moment, when I cousin told me I just said yes out of excitement. I didn't see anything wrong with it.
“He’ll let it go, the capo cannot stay mad at you for long and he spoils you, just tell him you are sorry. You didn’t realize what you were doing” Gianna says over the phone. And I didn’t. I guess I didn’t really think. I was just excited of seeing my oldest friend. I immediately called Gianni when I left the dinning room downstairs, at odds with what I should do, I didn't even know how I should feel, I just knew that my husband was upset with me, I didn't even know why, I mean I know it was because I invited my cousin over without telling him first, I just didn't really understand why that would make him so upset. After giving a scolding like I’d never had before she proceeded to explain to me how disrespectful it was of me to invite another male into our home, relative or no without seeking permission from my husband. But what made it wars was my utt
I sit in the limo, looking out the window and seeing people exit the door dragging suitcases and carry-ons. Some of them even had airplane pillows hanging from their neck. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at them. Michael wouldn’t let me wait outside the vehicle. My cousin should be coming around any moment now… I do yet again another count down. Five, four, three, two, one… The next to exit is a trio of young girls, maybe a few years older than me. they look happy, is it their first time in New York? They look happy, eager to see what the world has to offer.I don’t think I was ever like them. I always knew what the world had planed for me. I live in a different world after all. The glass of the limo goes down, calling my attention, standing at the far end is my cousin.I unlock the door and jump down. “Carlos!” I yelled waving my hands until I get his attention.
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