Emiliana
I heard the mumbles of words through the walls. The slur of Spanish floated around me, making my head dizzy. Making a mental note to learn the language when I returned to Barcelona, I rolled over in my bed, facing more of the darkness.
There was no denying I was having second thoughts about everything, about moving halfway across the world, stepping so far away from my family. My father.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, dampening the pillow beneath my head. I stifled the sob that wracked through my chest, muffling my cries with the covers.
Whether my father spoke through anger or sadness, his words still hurt.
The door creaked open, the tiniest sliver of light glowed through the room befor
Emiliana“Em!” Giovanni called me as he entered the bedroom. “We’re going to be late!”“I know, sorry! Can you just --” I motioned to the back of my dress where I couldn’t quite reach the zip.In no more than five strides Giovanni was behind me, eyeing me up through the mirror with a smirk on his face.“What?” I raised my eyebrow at him skeptically. Giovanni leaned forward, allowing his hot breath to skate over my neck.“I remember the first time you asked me to do this.” His voice was deep and heavy with lust. His hands were resting on my hips as he held my back pressed against his chest. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you a
Emiliana I threw my body back against the wall as I watched another fist pummeled into the side of the man’s face. He collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap, his laughs still evident as he tried to pick himself up from the floor. Giovanni stood over the stranger, fists poised and ready to make contact once more. His chest was heaving and the anger in his eyes was palpable. His ferocity didn’t seem to deter the man he had just assaulted so as soon as he was on two shaky legs, Giovanni sank his fists into his gut. I clutched my mouth to muffle the sounds of shock that escaped me as I watched the onslaught. Another fist laid into the man’s face, splitting his lip before Giovanni gripped him by the throat and shoved him with unrelenting force against the wall. “Keep your hands away from her.”
Giovanni “¿Qué quieres decir con que no puedes encontrarla?” (What do you mean, you can’t find her?) I slammed my fist onto my desk and spat the words out so quickly because I couldn’t bear to hear them. “Ella…” (She just…) Luis stalled for a moment, his voice quivering under my intense gaze. “Desapareció.” (Disappeared) He glanced to his right side, where Mateo sat quietly staring into his hands. These were my most trusted men, second to Vinnie. And they were given one fucking job. A roar ripped through my chest, my hands finding the closest object and throwing it against the wall beside Vinnie. He didn’t even flinch when my paperweight smashed beside his shoulder which was commendable to say the least. He trusted me more than I realised and I needed to make sure I apologised after this.
Emiliana “Gio,” I gasped. I froze, unable to take my eyes off of the magnificent diamond glaring back at me. “I was going to wait until this weekend but—” Giovanni took the box from me. “Marry me?” I glanced from the ring to the deep green eyes that shimmered in the low light. The emerald orbs that matched the stones bordering the princess cut jewel in the centre. My mouth opened and closed, unable to find the words, unable to sift through my thoughts or make sense of my emotions. My stomach flipped. This was not what I was expecting, especially after the way he just had me over his desk. Giovanni’s eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability flashed in them and I realised I was taking too long to
Emiliana It felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Finally the air felt clearer to breathe and I was no longer second guessing myself. Being able to speak to Oli and fall into easy conversation made everything more bearable. It wasn’t that I missed New York, but I certainly missed the familiarity and my friends. Oli and I spent another hour catching up and discussing all things wedding related. It seemed the news had sparked excitement for Oli and it had taken all my energy to refuse the extravagant Bachelorette party he had planned. We finally hung up and I made my way downstairs needing some sustenance after the lengthy phone call. I couldn’t deny that as much as I missed Oli, he was exhausting at times. But that only inclined me to love him more. “Chiquita,” Vinnie hollere
Emiliana It wasn’t a few days at all. I had spent a week wondering where Giovanni was, what he was doing and was it even legal. It was ridiculous for me to think that I couldn’t be without him. I knew I could, but the truth was I didn’t like it. Oli arrived two days after Giovanni left and the space that was left was soon filled with jokes, laughter and an endless supply of cocktails. In between the distractions, I couldn’t get Giovanni out of my head. My stomach churned, unsettled by the way Giovanni left without so much as telling me where he was going. “Who is that hunk?” Oli whispered excitedly beside me as we lounged outside in the garden. I followed his gaze to where my bodyguard and secret friend sat reading the newspaper enigmatically.
Emiliana “Em!” He called after me, but I blocked him out. My vision blurred as I made my way up the staircase. I tried to focus on every step so carefully, but it was exhausting and only slowed me down. I could hear Giovanni’s steps. He was closing the distance. “Em!” He called again, only this time his voice was harsher, angrier. My footsteps landed on the cool tiles of the second floor, and I could see the bedroom door within my reach. “Em!” Giovanni was behind me now, steps away from his grasp. Tears rolled down my face. Even though I knew this was his life, his job and it never ended; I had hoped he would have pressed pause just for
Emiliana “Please!” My voice was a mere whisper through the darkness. “Don’t do this.” I whimpered again, but my words fell on deaf ears. No one answered me, but I felt eyes looking at me, taking in my weak and beaten form. There was the distinct sensation of sharp coldness pressed against the column of my neck. I refused to swallow, refused to breathe, or make any sudden movements. The metal that glistened in the dark would cut that short. Left confused, I squinted my eyes, hoping to catch some sprinkle of light. The metal below my eyes glowed. How did it do that? “You thought you could get away from me.” The voice hissed. I opened my mouth just as the sight of piercing white eyes appeared in front of m
EmilianaIt had been five years since I had last seen him. Five years since Giovanni last told me he loved me, kissing me with everything he had.It was hard on both of us, knowing we had to part once more and the more we spoke that night, the harder it became. Neither one of us wanted to leave with bad memories–despite losing Vinnie–so he held me, promising the following two days would be filled with happiness.It was a promise I was all too happy for him to break because I understood why he did it. I respected him even more for leaving in the dead of night, while I fell asleep with our son beside us. It can’t have been easy for him, in fact I knew it wouldn't have been. He had lost so much in one night, and walking away from the only thing he had left would have broken him.I put on a brave face, the same one I had painted on for the last five years, even though it killed me.Five years was a long time to pretend that the father of your child didn’t exist, but the truth was so much
EmilianaI could hear the distinct sound of voices traveling through the darkness. Words were mumbled, jumbled into sentences I couldn’t quite make out. It was the wave of nausea that awoke me, dragging me to a conscious state and thrusting me into bright lights and agony.“Em!” Giovanni’s voice called to me, and when I blinked and turned my head, his green eyes brought me down to reality. They were red rimmed and tired, a torrent of emotions played on his face as he leaned forward and kissed my head and in my confused state, I couldn’t understand why.I let my gaze wander. My eyes focused on the minute details around me.A white room. Monitors. The incessant beep. The wires.And all I felt was white hot pain shooting through my stomach.“Gio?”I felt him grip my hand, his face solemn and pained, like he had lost everything in the blink of an eye.I could only vaguely remember what had happened. I remembered seeing my mother. I remembered parts of my conversation with my father, and
Giovanni “Why? What did I do that made you hate me so much?” Emiliana’s voice broke into a million pieces, fragments of her words piercing the much awaited declaration. It was the same question I asked myself and my heart broke as I heard the words leave Emiliana’s mouth. I didn’t think Emiliana had this much strength. Yet again, she astounded me with how strong she really was. I should have never doubted her decision. Emilio stepped forward, his features softening a fraction as he said, “I don’t hate you.” It was a fleeting moment where I saw sympathy pass across Emiliana’s face. It was so quick that I was uncertain I had seen it in the first place. She didn’t believe her father. None of us did. No man could say they loved their daughter, yet put them through so much pain. Only a monster could do such a thing. “Then what is it? Why are you so hellbent on ruining Gio? Ruining our family?” I didn’t miss the way she clutched her belly protectively. Just like me, she was prepared to
Emiliana“I’m fine!” I snapped as Ollie touched up my makeup.We already decided that we would visit my parents tonight, and I wasn’t about to miss out on seeing the look on my father’s face before Giovanni dealt the final blow.“Em.” Giovanni’s stern voice had me spinning around on my stool.“Don’t ‘Em’ me! I’m more than capable of making my own decisions,” I reminded him.He leaned against the door, black shirt stretching across his delicious chest, a sexy smirk spreading his lips. “Always so stubborn,” he tutted, shaking his head.I ignored his comment and turned back around so Ollie could finish my makeup. It was something we both enjoyed, spending time chatting and gossiping while Ollie worked his magic on my face.“Done,” he sang, plopping a brush down on the side. He tugged me by the hands, spinning me around, and the bright blue summer dress floated around my fleet. “Don’t you think she looks gorgeous?” he asked Giovanni.He stepped forward, sliding his arms around my waist. “
GiovanniI left Emiliana with Vinnie at her apartment while she awaited her surprise. It wasn’t just for her, but for Vinnie, too. Having Ollie around would keep them occupied, keep them happy and hopefully give me enough time to talk business with Massimo.Neither of them had seen Ollie since the wedding, since my incarceration. I was all too aware of how much they both missed him and before this all went down; I wanted to give them something to enjoy.It was much more than Emilio’s death that I had planned.The future of the Magnone’s empire, and the Castellano’s support, was to be aligned in this meeting. Not only did my grandfather want Emilio gone, but Massimo had no qualms about seeing his uncle’s demise. Emilio had done far too much damage, destroying his family and his father’s legacy. It was about time the man served his sentence.Luis drove us through the city, back through the streets I once drove Emiliana. It brought back so many memories. Right from the start, she had cap
EmilianaI hadn’t realized how tired I was until I woke up with Vinnie carrying me to my room. After the week of rest Giovanni and the doctor had ordered me to take, I didn’t think I could sleep much more, apparently, that’s all I needed.The gentle sway of Vinnie’s massive shoulders, the air that whipped around me, and the quiet conversation between Giovanni and Vinnie, stirred me from my sleep.“Hey, Principessa,” Giovanni smiled down at me as Vinnie laid me down on the bed.A yawn escaped me, my body stretching and adjusting to the sudden change in position.Vinnie left the room, and Giovanni perched on the edge of the bed, stroking my face. I didn’t miss the tiredness in his eyes or the way he watched me with uncertainty.I reached up, cupping his cheek. “What’s wrong, Gio?”He sighed, leaning into my touch. The silence between us was almost deafening and I realized I didn’t need to ask to know what was going on in his head. Vinnie’s words still sat with me a week after our conver
GiovanniI waited until Emiliana was in the car with Vinnie before I called Massimo. It was something Vinnie wanted to do, not because he loved shopping, but because I had business that couldn’t wait, and I needed Emiliana away from this.She might have given me her decision, approval over her father’s fate, but I wasn’t about to discuss the demise of her father or the details of how I was going to kill him. She also didn’t know that the man I needed to speak to was aware of the entire situation.After what Luciano had done to the Magnone company, it was only a matter of time before it fell into the hands of another Magnone. Only I was happy that Massimo was in charge. From what I had gleaned through intel, business was booming, his ability to manage, direct and hold the company was better than Emilio had ever done.I was already aware of what Massimo thought of Emilio. From what my father had told me, Massimo maintained a safe distance from his uncle, keeping his focus solely on the
I had always loved shopping. It was always the one time I felt free; free to explore, free to spend money on whatever I wanted and choose whatever I wanted to do. When Vinnie came into the kitchen and said he was taking me, I didn’t know whether it was his suggestion or Giovanni’s. Something told me it was a bit of both because both men had the widest smile on their faces when I finally agreed.Being seven months pregnant had taken it out of me and our boy was growing fast. Over the last few months, Vinnie and Giovanni had walked on eggshells, force fed me vitamins and made sure I got the right amount of exercise, even when all I wanted to do was sleep.It was warming up with the changing seasons and my feet were swollen, aching and sweaty.Vinnie ignored all my protests and took my hand, escorting me out of the car and into the marketplace of Barcelona.“Chiquita, Te ves radiante!” (You look radiant). Vinnie beamed, his cheeks dimpling as he looked down at me.“Parezco un…” (I look l
Giovanni From day one, the day the Magnones hired me, Emilio had a plan. That much was clear. He had only one goal in mind and that was to make the Castellano’s pay. While the Verdi’s had their own vendetta, it seemed Emilio had one of his own and it was only a matter of time before Emiliana found out the truth. “Please tell me you’re going to tell her?” Vinnie pleaded from the other side of the desk. “I swore no more secrets. I will tell her.” It was a promise not only to myself, but to her as well. We had come a long way over the last year. So much had happened, and it made me realize Emiliana was a hell of a lot stronger now than she was back then. She had every right to know what her father was capable of—if she wasn’t already aware. Emiliana and I were destined. We were meant to be together, and I wasn’t about to destroy what we had before telling her everything. “Have you spoken to Oli?” I returned my gaze to the computer screen. My grandfather had sent many emails over the