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
DiegoThe drama which just unfolded in front of me was the least thing I had expected or anticipated. I was able to free myself of the string used to restrain our hands behind us.We were shoved roughly into the dark space and I was quick to hold Marianna before she lost her balance.She was quiet, too quiet for my liking. The only thing I could hear from her was the way she sobbed. They were subtle enough to remind me of how heartbroken she was when she first got out from Javier's.“At least, be nice and put a fucking light in this place,” I yelled at the guard. I was just trying to drag her out of the fucked up mess with Javier and now we were tossed back in a similar place.“For the Russian leader to have asked us to put you here, you are one step closer to death. You this fucking Italians,” he spat and walked away. Left to me, this guard would never have the chance to talk back to me. But no, all thanks to the present condition of mine.I used my other senses to find a suitable pl
AlceoAll my thinking was going into the dungeon to see Marianna and maybe talk to her about her present state. How her life had been ever since it all happened. But no, I happened to meet her late father's guard instead, challenging me.We all knew that what happened that day wasn't her fault, it was the history that ran deep between them that fueled the fight.The house was connected in such a way that I could hear most of the things being said from the dungeon in my room.I couldn't afford to look weak in front of my brother, he had sacrificed so much for me. And I was sure that Marianna had gone through alot too. It was almost impossible to not notice the healed bruises on her skin. Diego would never have done that, he was so protective of her, that I wonder sometimes if that was all this was about.I found my way to my room, placing my ear against the wall to see if I would catch anymore words being said.The door opened and I knew who exactly walked in. The thing Diego talked ab
MariannaThe loud banging noise from the bars of the iron forced me up. I had no idea when I slept off in Diego's arms but now, I found myself gently laid on the cemented floor with Diego's shirt covering me. The last thing I remembered was crying and holding on to Diego like he was the oxygen I was using to breathe.There was a small lamp on the floor, casting its reflection all over the place, aiding us to see clearly. Diego's rigid wide back welcomed me, his hands were folded into a tight fist.“Diego,” I called out, finding support from the walls as I tried to get up.“Oh the little bitch is up,” I heard a voice say. I recognized it to be Uri's. “I do not have a business with you, it's her I seek.”Diego's voice was as hard as a rock, deadly and venomous.“Call her one more name and you would wish you hadn't,” he threatened. Well, except the fact that it wasn't a threat. I knew Diego well.I found a spot where I could gently stay and watch both of them. He moved closer to Diego, h