DiegoFlashbackThe gunshot fired made me jump on my toes, I wasn't expecting anything of such. Did Santo kill Alceo already? How would Maria feel or behave? What was going on in the house?My thoughts were conflicting one another, stumbling on one another, enough to make me go mad. I could see the entire bodyguards running around, helter skelter, shaking in fear.Something else was up, I saw the Italian men going back like bags of cement. This wasn't the handiwork of Santo.I caught an unfamiliar person, he looked extremely angry. As soon as his gaze was traveling to mine, I hid myself at the side of the wall, aligning myself with it.I peeped at intervals and saw that he had left.The rattling keys to the cage lock gained my attention. One of my most trusted men, Carlos, was trying to unlock my cell cage.He called out. "Boss, Diego, are you there?" "I'm here," I said, coming out of my hiding place. "Why is the entire house disorganized?""Santo killed Alceo and we found out that j
MariannaMy tears made a huge mess on his clothes. He didn't interrupt the process of crying in any way, maybe telling me to stop crying or giving me motivational or soothing words. He only held me tightly to himself and stroked my long dark hair to the back.This was the only person I could call my family now. Inasmuch as the inner part of me fought to be cautious, the other part reassured me that it was Diego. My father's most trusted man, I could trust him as well.I wiped my face clean and rested myself in his huge body. “Where have you been?”“In hiding Maria. I tried looking for you everywhere after that day but Carlos told me that Javier helped you escape that day.”At the mention of Javier, I wondered if I could trust Diego about his case and his doings.“Where have you been Maria? Nothing came up on you, every search on you was futile.”“Javier kidnapped me,” I said. Irrespective of it, someone else needed to know what that bastard was doing. “You know he is a bad person. All
JavierIt's been a week since I let my ego cost me Marianna. I wasn't looking presented in any way, the sudden disappearance of Marianna had left me disorganized. Lanco reached out, saying that he had combed every part of New York and it came back unfulfilled and Arico said the same thing.My mind began to think of the impossible, what if she was dead truly? What if the Russians laid their hands on her already?She would go through so much worse death.My current predicament was starting to affect every aspect of my life. I believed that everyone noticed my mood at the meetings at the house. I wasn't giving a sane judgment or a reasonable contribution in order to make things better. I kept adjoining every meeting till whenever it suited me.I ignored my father whenever he tried to talk to me. As usual, I was lying in bed in a hotel with a hooker. She slept soundly as she was half naked as the sheets covered just the lower part of her body. I could feel my member twitching hard just b
MariannaMy mini bag was filled with my clothes, the biggest ones of them. I was very protective of my pregnancy. The crickets chirped loudly in the far distance, the chilly breeze brushed through my skin, leaving funny sensations throughout my body.Diego helped me with one of my bags while my backpack hung loosely on my bag. My tummy was beginning to become obvious.A scarf was thrown over my head, concealing my identity from the kind of people we were trying to avoid.Diego has been going out of the house the past few days, gaining intel from the men who still sided with him. It was there he was able to figure out that Javier has a bounty placed on my head.“Easy there princess,” he said, smiling in between his words as he helped me up to the pavement.“How many times will I tell you not to call me princess anymore?”“You used to like it when we were kids and all of a sudden, you hate it now. How, Maria?”“I was still a child then.”He ruffled my hair, laughing. “It doesn't matter,
MariannaThe past few weeks with Diego and the men in the hideout have been blissful. I was being cared for like an egg, my protruding tummy was always being made fun of. I wasn't allowed to cook or do any form of house chores in the house, at least Diego made sure of that.Diego always delegated men to stay by my side all day, some of them went out, surveying the environment and bringing back any information they heard about Javier.I was surprised that there were still few men who were still loyal to my family, irrespective of the kind of person my father was. They still treated me with love and kindness and respect.Lady Del Vecchio, that was what I was still called. They refused to call me by the last name that should have been used. I should have been Marianna Bezzio, because legally I was married to Javier.That night as usual, we all sat in the living room, whining and playing. A very large pizza sat on the center table, we all sat round the table. The men sat on the floor, Die
MariannaDiego was beaten blue black even before we were taken out of my room. His hands were tied at his back, his swollen eyes tried to make sure I was still in his vicinity.Alceo's brother held me by my hair, not too tightly but tight enough. I unconsciously held my stomach, his gaze happened to follow the sudden movement he just witnessed.He pushed Diego to the floor roughly and lifted my top up without asking for any permission. He looked at me, a whimper escaped from my lips as he gently trailed his long fingernails on my body, leaving various sensations throughout my body.As we walked into the main room, I saw the bodies of the last men who were ready to stick by my side, laying dead on the floor. Some had bullets to their forehead and some, various bullets all over their bodies.“When we heard on the streets that Marianna Bezzio was dead, we couldn't believe it. I personally couldn't believe it,” he lit his cigar and dragged in a few smoke before he exhaled it in my face.“
MariannaThe van came to an abrupt stop, making us lunge forward suddenly. A silent hiss escaped from the confines of my mouth as I hit my head on the other side of the van.“Marianna, are you okay?” Diego's voice searched for me, trying to get a sense of clarity of where I was.“I'm okay, I'm fine,” I assured him.The squeaking of the van door caused me a huge discomfort. I tried to tune out but it just got louder.“Bring them out,” he commanded.Their grip on my skin burned and I couldn't help show the pain on my face. I tried to use my other senses to have a feel of the environment since the one responsible for the job was on a break.I could hear Diego's grunting behind me, I was a little bit calm, knowing he was near. My mind wandered far, on Alceo's brother words. ‘The new mafia leader will be so happy to see who I brought’.According to the story I heard about the late Isiak Romanov, he was a brutal and fierce leader. More fierce than my father, just a little compassionate and
AlceoI stood on the balcony of the house watching the van that drove in at a very close range. The door opened and the facial expression on her face showed that she was gripped painfully. Even with the blindfold on, her face was twisted in some kind of way. She hadn't changed a bit and I just wanted to run down to hold her in my arms. Kiss away whatever tears that were going to be making a mess on her beautiful face.It was going to be the fifth month and it just feels like yesterday we saw each other last. She had only put on some weight, still looking like the girl I had fallen in love with.Diego was pushed behind her and seeing him with her, I believed she was doing well.Word had it on the street of her death, I refused to believe it. Uri refused to believe it as well as the men in the house.He was hell bent on getting his revenge, most especially on her. I knew he wouldn't do anything to her behind me even if he saw her.I was assuming my father's seat temporarily until I wed