About fifteen minutes into the drive the car comes to a stop. Dominiko steps out first before helping me out of the car.
Arm in arm we walk into a white brick building with a cross at the top.
A number of people lingered at entrance, Men and women in pairs, some of them with little children. Most of the older women had on hats, o
It's at least ten minutes since we've being driving. Since then, the houses we've passed are huge Italian styled mansions. Makes me believe everyone close by is part of the family one way or the other. I suppose it will be easier to keep everyone save if there was an attack or something. Mama always said the family is stronger together. For the next minutes I play with my phone checking out the apps. In my contact I have only three names. Danilo, Dominiko and Miguel. Who is Miguel? I pondered. I get bored and stared out the window, counting the houses we pass by. "Can I go out today?" I ask, still looking out the window. Dominiko who has being operating his phone since he got into the car replied. "No" not even taking his eyes from his phone. "Why not!" I cried.
"Let's go Tommy, I don't want dessert" I whispered. I didn't even want to be anywhere near Dominiko right now. How could he say that?I'd die from embarrassment I swear. "How can you not want dessert?" Tommy asks his eyebrows arched into his curly hair. My traitorous eyes find Dominiko where Eliza is hanging off his arm like an octopus. The sight makes me feel like smashing expensive things against the wall, or maybe Eliza's face, that'll do too. God what am I thinking, I've never being a violent person. "Let's just go, alright?" I snapped. Out of the corner of my eyes I see a man enter the room, he goes straight for Dominiko whispering something to him. I look at the guy for a bit. He seemed familiar. I narrowed my eyes to see better. "
I feel fingertips over my arms, shoulders. My face, cheeks, eyes, my lips. I blinked awake slowly. Pitch blackness greets me. I register the feeling again, this time over my neck, my chin before coming back to my mouth. Is someone touching me? “Niko?" I call out, traces of sleep still cling to my voice. "Hmm?" someone hums directly in front on me. I feel hot air, breath on my neck. Soft hair tickles my cheek. I move my hands blindly in the dark. "Is that you?" I ask. "Always" he says, his lips trace the shell of my ear before nipping. I claps smooth skin moving my touch upward until I feel silky strands of hair, his shoulders. His lips trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck, shoulders. As he goes lower my silk night gown follows pooling on my hips. My breath hitches when he pulls off the bed covers. My mind immediately goes to his insult from earlier and I'm tempted to kick him off me. he kisses the valley between my breasts, his palm massages my
"Beatrice Blanco's phone" a soft voice says from the receiver. "Morning Mother!" "Lola? Is that you?" I hear her voice break through the speaker. "Mama? Are you crying? What's wrong? Did you and Papa fight again? Are-are you hurt?" I whispered the last part. "No baby. Not that. I was just so worried about you. Why didn't you call me sooner? Your father forbids be from reaching out" she sniffles. "Am sorry, I've being a little busy erm.. Settling in." "Are you sure? Are you alright?" I could hear the worry in her voice. "Yes mama. But Are you?" "Don't worry about me baby. Your husband,is he treating you well?" the last part was a whisper. How to answer that? I'm not certain I understand her question. "Yes, I suppose
*** "Oh my God" I gaped at the scene in front of me. "he killed him!" I gasped. "I know right" Tommy chuckles at me. I shifted my gaze to him, wondering at his audacity to laugh at a scene like this. “How can you be laughing?” I asked. The man on the TV just pushed a little boy off a tall building.Silence fills the room for about half an hour before the episode comes to an end. "Fast forward it. I want to know what happens next. I need to know what happens next!" exclaimed pointing at the TV where names and credits are coming up just as it has at the end of every episode. I reach into the bowl of popcorn my palm comes up empty. "We need more popcorn" empty bottles of sodas are laying on the floor. When did we go through the snacks? "And drinks too." "Fine,I'll pause it." Tommy rolls hi
"That" Niko points at me "Is not a dress" he glares at me so hard I half expected the dress to go ablaze. No, you look beautiful or pretty? nothing. He doesn't like it? I scoffed inwardly, I wasn't dressing up for him or but it w
"Why are you upset?" I try not to jerk away from the voice that whispered in my ear. "I'm not upset" I say, looking out the window, that's a lie. I am very much upset. I'm just surprised he noticed. Niko wraps his arm around my middle and pulls my back against his front. Until I’m practically sitting on his lap. "You are a shit liar." he pauses "Did something happen?" Like you care, I'm tempted to say but I bite my tongue, pursing my lips unattractively but at this moment I am unable to bring myself to care. "Just a little tired" I reply after a moment feeling stupid that I allow that woman to upset me. After the bathroom thing with Eliza, I'd gone back to the table, my mood sour. We only mingled for a while longer and engaged I'm a few conversations.
*** "I don't want to wear these shoes mama"I complain. " You have to learn. A true lady must walk with class and grace Lola" mama says.
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