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
AlceoAs I reclined to her level, all I wanted to do was wrap her now big body into my arms and relive the memories from our past.Her face glowed and she curled her lips into a smile as the word pretty left my mouth.She opened her mouth to talk and the next thing that plastered itself on my face was the remains of pizza leaving her mouth.“Gross,” came from different parts of the room. I could bet that they said it with a disgusted look.She was confused, fear had replaced the smile on her face. Her gaze was shifting from me to everyone in the room concurrently. She was literally shaking, only I could see it.She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her palm. “I'm sorry, I did not know that was going to happen.”I stayed still without giving her a response.“Remove your cloth and wipe his face,” Nina commanded with a stern voice. Every word of hers coming from a place of hate.“Oh, I'm sorry,” without a second thought, the ash blouse she wore went off her neck. She was lef
JavierIt's been close to a month since Marianna escaped. Her existence alone threatens my reign on that chair. Arico and the boys went out each day and returned with nothing.Lanco stopped feeding me with intel. I guess he took himself off the search.I tried to think about the possible places she could be, her late father's house was the last thing in my head.She could hide in that house for days without needing anything in the outside world. Santo made sure to stock it up.I reached for my phone, calling Arico.“It's Javier, did you check Santo's house?”“Not really but the boy stationed around hasn't reported seeing her. Maybe she did not go there,” he said.I sighed frustratingly, rubbing my sweaty palm over my face. “I do not care what you think, go inside and check. It's almost a month since she disappeared. Find her.”“Yes boss,” he said, his voice getting further away from the phone. I assumed he wanted to end the call.“One more thing,” I said. “Go now and when you get ther
JavierMy feeling of satisfaction about having a lead of where Marianna might be had me on my highest. The hooker I laid with was busy groaning and squirming under me. Maybe it was pleasure or pain, I cared less. So long as I enjoyed it, I decided to do it my way.The Italian song set as my ringing tone, dragged my attention away from the sex.“Who the fuck is calling me?” I questioned, still slamming myself into her. I held her hands above her head and restrained her from moving.The persistent ringing tone forced me away from her and the corner of my eye saw her wrapping the duvet on her body and breathing a sigh of relief. I dragged my attention away from her and placed the call in my line of sight. It was Lanco. “Give me good news Lanco,” I said, the frustration and anger that I was coming with had subsided.“I was able to trace him to a particular hideout but unfortunately nobody was there. In fact the basement was burned down.”“Burned down?” I questioned, making sure what I he
AlceoThe next few days had been terrible for both me and Marianna. But I guess it has been a lot worse for me. There was no one to pour out my feelings to, everyone needed me to be strong. Everyone wanted me to finally take up the legacy left behind by Isiak Romanov and that was exactly what I was doing.Uri was the exact opposite of what a brother should be. I needed someone who would understand what I felt, someone to rant to but then all in his face and head was utter hatred for the Italians. Hence transferring the largest chunk of it to Marianna.“How's she doing?” I heard Diego's voice from where I sat. It was like an echo, loud enough for me to hear. I had restricted Nina from entering my room. She needed to know her place, she wasn't my wife yet.“It's a he,” her beautiful solemn voice dragged me out of my reverie, snapping playfully. I guess they've been having this conversation for a while now. “I want him to look like his father; strong and handsome.”I pictured her rubbing
NinaThe little stunt Alceo pulled in front of everyone was enough to get me in my highest. As he walked away, my insides blossomed with different shades and feelings of happiness.I was going to get married to Alceo Romanov and finally be a Romanov. Even as I dined and basked in happiness, a part of me still felt empty and shallow and scared.That woman in the basement claiming to carry the first heir of the Romanov—be it a female or a male, the mafias don't discriminate about gender. They even believe females to be more ruthless than males. That woman's presence bothered me, she irritated my entire life.Her being in this house was going to cause a lot of troubles for me, even when I finally got married to him. She needed to leave, I don't care. I wasn't ready to share my man with another Russian woman, not to talk of an Italian. Before doing anything, I need to know things about their relationship. How it all went south.Only one person was going to be willing to talk about it. The