It was Sunday morning and Eva had just invited me to join her for mass, I declined. I didn't feel like praying or socializing right now which is what I know will occur after the church service. Picking up my phone I face timed my mother. She answered on the third ring.
"Lola?"
"Hello mother" I greet. When her image becomes clear on my phone screen.
"I imagined you'll be in church now." she paused. "you look like you just got out of bed"
I looked down at my nightie and robe then at my mother's pale pink dress, pearls lining her neck delicately. Her hair swept into an elegant French twist. I know her feet will be in nothing less than four inch heels as we speak. Mama never misses a day of church. She even makes time for weekly services sometimes.
Unlike me. I often found reasons to get out of going. Today wa
"What the hell do you think you're doing" he growled. And I just know what he's referring to. "I don't know. You're the one holding me down against my will" "You are my wife. You're will isMYwill. So, do you want to explain your behavior this last week while I'm still a
I look like a million bucks, and I mean that quite literally, diamond chandelier ear rings hanging from my lobes, a pretty diamond bracelet on my wrist sparkling whenever it catches any light, the rose diamond necklace Niko gifted me and my ring? Yep, definitely millions. Maria and I spent all day getting me ready for tonight. I almost felt like I was preparing for my wedding day again, except this time I was a happy participant. First, I had a long soak to relax my nerves. I've being feeling very hyperactive. I need today to go well, to be nothing less than perfect.
"Where are we going?" I ask laughing a little following behind him. "Somewhere a little quiet" is his reply. Behind the door is a cozy little sitting area. White fluffy couches and pretty pink and blue pillows. There are a few lite candles scattered around the room and a single red rose laying on the table. I look at his face then back at the scene in front of me, holding back a gasp smiling widely, "This is very pretty" Did Niko plan this? Its relaxing, private with a hint of romance. It’s so simple and perfect. I bring out my phone and quickly turn on the camera. And click several times, taking pictures of the setting and the single rose on the table. Then switch to the video recorder, making a short video. While blinking back tears. Okay so I wanted to be wooed, consider me wooed. I join Niko on the couch where he was already sitting and waiting for me while I had my moment. His arm comes around me and I lean into him.  
"I like this place! why don't we live here? it’s in the city and it’s so nice!" I spin around taking in my surrounding. "It’s more secured for you at the mansion"Niko says behind me. "How posh" I murmured. Trailing my fingers on a black leather couch closest to me. "How many rooms are there?" I walk faster, looking around and trying to take it all in at once.
“I think the milk goes in first” Niko says from where he’s sitting on a kitchen stool in our city apartment. I furrowed my brows in confusion looking at my phone screen which I had popped against the counter. I dropped my eyes into the bowl I was staring, I take another look at the screen. He was right. And here I was thinking the egg goes in first. “I knew that” I said out loud.
Niko and I had a magical weekend. Staying in our apartment in the city and enjoying quality couples time together, I loved every moment of it, I didn’t want to leave, Niko sensing my reluctance had promised we would spend more time alone often and I appreciated it, now I know he was trying as much as he could to give me what I wanted. I have just begun to accept that he is capo, he will always have a thousand things to do, I just have to remind him from time to time that I need him too. And for now, that’s fine with me. He’s made me understand that men think differently than us women and they don’t see things emotionally like we do and like he and my uncle have been telling me, if I wanted something I should just ask.
“Heytommy!What’sup?” I smiled waving both hands at him. “Heysis, how’s it going?” he pulls me into a bear hug then ruffles my hair with one hand. “Wouldyou quit doing thatyou’llruin my hair” I try to pull away. “Come onIhaven’tseen you for a few days now.” hereleases me but holds onto me by myupperparts“big bro keeping you busy?”wiggles his eyebrows. “Asa matter of fact, yes” I smiled shilyandtuggedmy arms away. Resuming hiswalk,he runs his fingers through his hair “whereare you going”I asked, following at a slower pace behind him. “Iwas thinking of hitting the gym” “Theone downstairs?” I furrowed my brows. Ifsothen why is he dressed? Tommy go
When I enter the restaurant, I was directed to a private room where I see a group of ladies seated around a table, bickering. No, I’m quite serious. They seem to be in two groups, and they were arguing seriously. The pretty Isabella and wife to be is seated at one end of the table, flanked by Gianna and Vanessa, Barbra-Lucia and a red haired woman is seated beside them. On the other side of the table is an older woman and by older, I mean at least in her late forties, maybe early fifties. She wears her
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