Surprisingly, it was all because a selfie. I don’t know how something as insignificant as a photo can cause so much trouble, so much pain. But it did.
It started out like any other normal day. I woke up early, swam my usual laps in the pool, had breakfast, showered, dressed up and left the mansion. I’d done this so many times it’s so natural it feels like a part of me.
*** My fists tighten around the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. Pushing down on the gas I jerk the wheel to the right then to the left going in zigzag motions, swerving around the other cars and I do what Niko tells me. I keep my eyes on the road. “Good girl Lola” Niko praises as I avoid the other cars going as fast as I can while following the map that’ll take us to the less populated part of the city.
*** I flip to my side a moan then to my front, Saliva pools in my mouth and my stomach rolls. I jerk upright flying off the bed and race to the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before the content of my stomach crawls up my throat.I retch again and again but my stomach is empty. The bitter taste of bike making me gag. I barely had anything to eat all through yesterday, didn’t really have the appetite.
Time goeson and soon things turn to normal, we’ll as normal as it can be. I haven’t seen Miguel since that day, though I’ve asked Niko a few times and he insisted that my guard is fine, I’m low key worried that Niko killed him and buried him body somewhere. The last time I asked him he had said “Miguel is currently on an assignment for his capo” “But his job is to protect me” “I’m here, aren’t I?” Yes, Niko has been spending more time at home, when he isn’t he
Just this morning before Niko left after breakfast I had asked him. “Any information on those people?” He knew whom I was referring to. I imagined just like Miguel said they had detained that other man and questioned him.
So there is a lift in this house, I think as the elevator doors open in front of me. I half expected someone would be standing guard outside of a secret entrance but nope. It was just like Catalina described. Obviously she’s been here before or she knows someone who has. The frown I’ve been wearing for the past half an hour it took me to decide to come check out the basement tightens on my face. I shouldn’t be doing this. Spying on Niko. If he wanted me to know about his secret place he’d tell me himself. The thought only makes me want to see it all the more.
***I don’t stay locked up in my room today. After my restless sleep, I take a long hot shower and came downstairs for breakfast. Well I didn’t really eat, have had a hard time keeping anything down. I just had a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast. I don’t go back upstairs. I lay on a couch in the library downstairs holding a book in my chest trying to distract myself. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts upstairs . The door opens I look up expecting to see Maria she comes in every few minutes to ask me if I want a snack. She is there but she not alone, Niko is standing in front of her. I jump up at the sight of him throwing the blanket off my legs on the floor. I stand up book forgotten. “ We leave for Chicago tomorrow” he tells me that’s two days earlier than we planned. “Start the preparations” he tells Maria who is standing behind him. She nods the leaves us. Niko enters the roo
As first order of business we burry my uncle. The funeral service is solemn and quiet. All the prominent families of Chicago sent their representatives. Niko stands with a group of men around an open cassette then they closed it before allowing the others to come forward and pay their last respect. “It’s to confirm that he is really dead” Ivan says quietly besides me. I look at the men standing beside Niko “they are the ruling bosses of the families” Five men stand at the front talking amongst themselves. They should be six of them but Chicago’
Niko I first saw Lola when I was eighteen and she was ten. A kid really. Who I forgot about until my father passed. She had just turned fifteen, still a kid compared to my twenty-three so I had her sent away. I didn’t need a wife. I had power over the most powerful crime families in this part of the globe I didn’t need a little girl getting in my way. And making demands of my time, I was a busy man. I had things to do. People to kill. In the course of the three years she schooled in my territory, I was never tempted to look in her direction. She was just some girl I had to marry and sire children on. Nothing special. Often Miguel would send me a report of her attaching a few pictures but I never look past a few glances. Just making sure she was alright I told myself. Until I met her. Saw her, Possessiveness like I’d never known slammed into me like a fist in the gut, She was mine and I wanted the whole world to know it. Chicago is one of my least favorite places in the
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