The sound of Dante's laughter reverberated in the entire courtyard as he clutched to his stomach, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.Marco chucked down the glass of the substance he had in his hand down his throat as his glare intensified.“What the fuck is funny?!" He asked through gritted teeth, his accent coming off out of anger. He rarely spoke in that accent, but right now he was pissed.Pissed that Alessia happened to be extremely difficult and stubborn to handle.Pissed at himself for not getting mad at her the way he wanted to.If only he could be genuinely mad at her, he sure as hell would discipline her in such a way that she would never try to mess with him ever again.But no, he couldn't do that to her.Despite her fierce nature, she was still a soft-looking woman. She might have tried severally to overpower him the way a man would, but she still remained a woman with a very curvy figure.Speaking of a curvy figure, she was carved to perfection.Pretty face, round
Alessia sat in the bedroom where that bastard had locked her up.Her thoughts ran wild as she commemorated the memories of the past.She had been happier, but not until Simone did what he did.She couldn’t cognize who Marco was, neither did she know his purpose for bringing her here, all she knew was that he might never let her go so coolly. So, she thought of something else.Since she had nothing else left in the world for her; Grace was unreachable and she wouldn’t want her to get into the hands of someone like this loony who confined her in the walls of his mansion.She resorted to taking her own life. It was far better and more condoling.But the shame of having lost her virginity to her captor still nettled at her heart. She glanced around the room in search of anything she could use to execute the plan. Before Marco returned, she needed to get this done feasibly.Did he want to keep her caged in here? Then he could do that to her dead body.Fortunately, she found a piece of ro
When Alessia woke up again, it was already dusk. A knock sounded at the door, but remembering whose house this was, she didn’t bother responding and just lay still on the ground where she had slept.The person at the door figured that she wouldn’t be opening the door since she was locked in there, so they unlocked the door and got in.It was a maid who seemed to be in her early fifties coming in with a tray of what seemed to be food.Seeing Alessi lying on the floor, she panicked.“Oh my, dear are you alright?” She asked worriedly and reached out to touch the woman’s shoulders.Alessia jerked the old lady’s hand away immediately and glared at her.She wasn’t about to be fooled by the fake act of sympathy.Marco was a bad man, which meant that everything and everyone around him would be exactly like him.Including this old lady.These were her thoughts as she stared at the old lady who got a bit scared of touching her.“What do you want? To harm me as well?” She asked the old lady, her
The car pulled up before the entrance of the main mansion and a guard ran forward to open the car door for Marco as usual.He strolled into the house and straight to the courtyard where he knew Matteo would be sprawled lazily on a relaxing chair, drinking the day away. Just as expected, Ezekiel was indeed there.Seeing his son walk in, a smile spread across his lips.“Marco." Marco on the other hand wasn't happy to see him.He just stayed quiet as he pulled a chair to sit on.Ezekiel was already used to his son's coldness towards him. He wasn't in the least bothered about it.“I'm here now and I would appreciate you hastening up whatever you want to say." Marco coldly said as he held his father's gaze with his.Ezekiel didn't back down either as he held Marco's gaze.If anything, he was proud of his son. Marco had made a huge impact in the mafia world in Reggio Calabria. He was basically feared by everyone.That gave him the honor that even after his reign, his son still held the po
Alessia's lips quivered when Marco added a bit of pressure to his hold on her neck. Her face turned bright red from the lack of air, but she remained stubborn, refusing to ask him for liberation from his hold on her.When she couldn't bear it any longer, she shut her eyes to let the tear slip from it as she clutched to his arm with both of her hands.“Let..go…” she managed to voice out as she bit down on her lower lip.Delilah, who initially decided to let her be, came back to make sure Marco did nothing bad to her.To her surprise, he was already busily choking Alessia.Seeing the poor girl’s reddened face, she panicked and rushed forward to get Marco's hand away from her neck. “Marco! Stop it! You'll kill her." She yelled and tapped on Marco? 's hand holding Alessia's neck. Marco finally saw he was just about to kill her, so he released his hold on her at once. She was so annoying that one wouldn't mind strangling her at once.He watched her fall on the bed as she dragged in deep
Every Monday, Devil’s Den always came to a close earlier than every other day.At 1 am, the club would be closed and everyone had to leave.Today was no exception as Grace packed up her bag, changed into a normal outfit, and walked out of the club.A few men whom she was familiar with and were familiar with her, waved at her as she passed by them, heading towards the road.“Gracino, make sure to head home directly! You’re too hot for just anyone!” One of the men teased as she tried to flag down a cab.She turned around and winked at him.“No need to remind me of what I’m aware of!” She retorted sassily. The men chuckled as they left the area. Grace never liked accepting rides from those men, so no matter how long it took for the taxis to arrive, she would wait.She glanced down at her wristwatch and cursed in Italian.“I should have closed earlier today.” She muttered impatiently.At a distance, she saw the silhouette of a man who looked just like Simone. This immediately brought her
Dante brought Grace back to the base that night. Grace was lost in thought all through the ride back because, for the first time in her life, she killed a person. Because she was absent-minded, she didn't notice the route Dante took back to the maid base. She only came to her senses when the car pulled up before the entrance. Her eyes went wide when she saw the bulky guard who came forward to open her car door for her. She slowly climbed out as he kept a poker face, not even glancing at her. She turned to Dante immediately and saw him casually patting the shoulder of the guard who opened his car door for him. Grace scrutinized the surrounding area and her eyes almost popped out of it to let at the sight before her. She dramatically rubbed a hand on both eyes, trying to take in the view clearly. It definitely wasn't a hallucination. It was real. She was clearly seeing soldiers everywhere. Her eyes flew towards Dante as dread filled her. What if he was a policeman who was in
“A-Alessia?”Grace called out in shock and tried to walk up to Alessia whom she had been looking for God knows how long.Alessia on the other hand teared up in shock as she watched her best friend sitting with her captor.Why was she here? Was she working with Marco? What’s happening?“You’re here?” Grace asked confused and tried to walk further when Alessia was suddenly grabbed from behind by two bulky guards.An ear-piercing scream tore from her lips as she thrashed around.“Let go of me!”Grace stared in shock and turned to Marco.“What’s happening?!”Marco sat still on the couch, pretending like he wasn’t even there.Alessia cried bitterly as the guard covered her mouth with a hand and pulled her back upstairs. She wasn’t a criminal for crying out loud!“No! Let her go!” Grace chased after them, but Dante came out from nowhere and held her back.“Stop, you’re trespassing.” He said in a husky voice, wanting to intimidate her.“That’s my friend you all are treating like some kind o
Marco leaned back in the leather, his gaze fixed on the glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. The amber liquid caught the light from the morning sun, shining a warm glow across the room. Dante sat across from him, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, a thoughtful expression on his face.“So,” Dante began, breaking the comfortable silence, “you’ve been quiet since that rooftop moment with Alessia. What’s going on in that head of yours, Marco?”Marco sighed, setting the glass down on the polished mahogany table.“I’m just thinking about how things are going to change soon,” he said, his voice heavier than usual. “In a few days, things are going to be changed.”Dante understood where he was heading, it was about his position as head of the clan. Before Dante could say a word, Marco continued, “Before anything changes around here, I want to do something fun.” Dante raised a questioning brow, already showing interest. “You’re thinking about a party, aren’t you?” he asked, e
The sight before her left her utterly speechless as she stepped out of the guest room. Her eyes darted between Marco and the woman who stood beside him. Were they just locked in each other’s embrace, kissing?Her anger surged, boiling over into a fury. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as if entitled to their explanation.Marco rolled his eyes and shoved both his hands into his pants pocket.“What does it look like to you?” He returned the question with his.Miracle’s gaze darkened, her eyes now locked onto Alessia. She had red hair—just like hers, and they both looked similar, which was uncanny for Mimi. It only riled her up even more. “Who is she?” She went ahead to ask Marco. “Is she the one? Your lover and the reason you’re refusing to accept me?”“She has nothing to do with you,” Marco interrupted her words, his face grim. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” He added, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Mimi was far from done. Her first clenched at her
The sight before her left her utterly speechless as she stepped out of the guest room. Her eyes darted between Marco and the woman who stood beside him. Were they just locked in each other’s embrace, kissing?Her anger surged, boiling over into a fury. “What the hell is going on here?” She demanded as if entitled to their explanation.Marco rolled his eyes and shoved both his hands into his pants pocket.“What does it look like to you?” He returned the question with his.Miracle’s gaze darkened, her eyes now locked onto Alessia. She had red hair—just like hers, and they both looked similar, which was uncanny for Mimi. It only riled her up even more. “Who is she?” She went ahead to ask Marco. “Is she the one? Your lover and the reason you’re refusing to accept me?”“She has nothing to do with you,” Marco interrupted her words, his face grim. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” He added, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Mimi was far from done. Her first clenched at her
“Fuck! The miracle is here,” Marco announced to their surprise. “Find a place to hide yourselves, I’m not ready for any explanations yet.” He directed at Grace and Alessia.Grace snorted in disapproval, “why do we have to hide? I mean we work for you.” She said.Dante sighed and shook his head.“He knows that, Bestie. But you still need to stay hidden.” And with that, Dante pulled her up and directed her towards the staircase.Alessia glanced at Marco for a while, she couldn’t help the feeling in her heart. Miracle had been the woman he was supposed to marry, but she rejected him at the altar, which was good enough for Alessia to believe that Mimi didn’t love Marco. But her sudden arrival stirred up something in her, maybe jealousy if she must admit.Marco turned to see that she was still standing there and frowned. “What are you waiting for? Go!” He ordered in a gruff voice.Alessia nodded, wanting to turn and do as told, but instead, she rushed over to Dante and pulled him in for a
The next day crept in faster than usual, Grace stirred and to her surprise, she was wrapped in someone's embrace. Her first thought was if she unknowingly went with one of those men at the table. Her heartbeat accelerated in fear as she actually thought maybe she had done it. She hurriedly pulled away from the figure but also realized it wasn't one of those men as she had thought. It was actually Dante. Dante's eyes fluttered open, as he jerked up from his sleep, reaching under his pillow as fast as lightning as he pulled out a gun. "Who's the fool?!" He yelled, aiming aimlessly. Grace, who hadn't expected that, froze at the sight of the gun he pulled out. Did... Did he just pull out a gun? The grogginess he felt slowly wore off and he could finally see it was Grace in the room with him and not someone else. He released a sigh of relief and put the gun aside. "Fuck, you scared me." He muttered and fell back on the bed. Grace then glared at him before yelling. "Was that a gun
A day after Dante had exposed his relationship with Grace, he drove directly to Devil's Den to find her. On his way to the place, he suddenly caught sight of a chocolate store by the roadside. An idea struck him, why not buy her a box of chocolate?With a small smirk on his face, he parked the car right beside the store and stepped down, ready to buy a box of chocolate for his bestie. But the moment he stepped before the store, ready to enter, he suddenly thought about something. What if Gracino didn't like chocolates? Yes, he knew girls liked it, but Grace was a hooligan. She wasn't like other girls. She and Alessia were crazy girls who didn't mind ripping a pack of chocolate apart in the twinkle of an eye. "Fuck, I don't think she likes chocolates." He said to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and standing there awkwardly. He groaned, throwing his head back as he turned to leave. He'd better not do something that would end up having Grace mock him at the end. He got back int
When Grace and Alessia arrived at Devil's Den, Grace brought her directly to the counter where she served the customers. Alessia felt out of place standing there, but she watched patiently as Grace went about her job. The men at the club couldn't keep their eyes off Alessia whose red hair was tantalizing and beautiful. Alessia felt very uncomfortable having so many people watching her as she tried to fit in. "Hey, do something. Don't just stand there." Grace said and nudged Alessia slightly, aiming to earn a reaction from her. "And what exactly am I supposed to do?" Alessia asked as she glared at Grace. She flipped her hair to the back, turning back to the counter as a man in a luxurious-looking outfit walked over to her instead of Grace.Alessia knew without a doubt that this man wasn't here for anything good. "Hey, beautiful." He called out with a smile, licking his lower lip as his eyes went directly to her cleavage which was a bit exposed.Alessia noticed his gaze on her, so
“So what exactly do you plan to do now,” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, his tone calm but probing.Marco turned to look at Dante, a brow coming up. “What do you mean?” he asked.“I mean,” Dante paused, then continued. “I know you aren't going to marry Gaia.”Marco’s gaze darkened as he glared at his cousin. A scowl formed on his face as he said in return.“I never had any intention of marrying Gaia. I made it clear from the start.”Dante nodded in understanding, “Of course, I knew that, But after the conversation with your father today, you'll have to get married to her.” Marco’s gaze shifted as the words Ezekiel had said to him earlier clicked in his head.“I found out something suspicious today, something my father said to me while on call.”“What's it about and who?” “Alessia. He said something about her father’s identity. I feel there’s something we don't know.” Marco explained seriously. Dante frowned. “What exactly did he say?” “It doesn’t matter, I need you to help
Marco got into the car, directing the driver to Salvador's home. If he has to set everything on track, then he needs to get Gaia to reject the proposal.Just then, Marco got a call from Ezekiel, his father. He wanted to reject the phone call, but he ended up accepting the call.“This better be important_”“Return to the mansion at once.” Ezekiel cut him short in a stern voice.“And what gave you the impression that I’ll obey you?” Marco asked with an amused expression.“That’s because I just found out about something remarkable. If I were you, I’d return at once.”Ezekiel’s words made Marco’s face contort into one of confusion.“What are you planning, father?” He asked calmly, waiting for the impending response.“It’s simple, who is Alessia Simone?”Ezekiel asked, his question accompanied by an evil chuckle.Marco’s hand which was holding the phone froze mid-motion. His eyes widened, shock crossing his features before he quickly masked it. He gripped the phone tighter, trying hard to