Emma Andrew's strong hand was securely wrapped around my waist. We were spooning, and I stared at the ceiling, unable to free myself from his embrace. I should have nipped this in the bud. When I'm in his bed, in his arms, I feel unique, like his woman. But I know that, for most couples, it's symbolic - union and love. Our marriage was nothing more than a scheme from which he would benefit. All of this only reminded me that I belonged to him, and it didn't sound romantic. I was his, like his property. I won't lie and be hypocritical; being with him was wonderful. The way he knew how to touch me and make me feel sensations I never imagined experiencing was unique. I bet a thousand women dreamed of having Andrew DeLuca as their husband. But not me. I tried to break free from the spooning position because I needed to use the bathroom. But Andrew began to move, and then his husky voice echoed through the room. "Are you going to run away again like the first time?" he asked with a ton
The men dragged me out of the room, and I couldn't see anything. They simply covered my head to blindfold me. I could only think that it might be the end of everything, the end of my life at that very moment.Andrew didn't return in time; he wouldn't know who took me. And I wasn't even sure if he genuinely cared about me. My mouth was uncovered, so my only option was to scream, hoping that he would at least catch a glimpse of these kidnappers."ANDREW!!" I screamed as loudly as I could.I felt a slap across my face, and the man with an Italian accent said, "You wretched woman, let's go!"They tossed me into the car without any regard and sped away. I couldn't see Andrew DeLuca, and these men were likely going to kill me, or I didn't know what they would do to me.I couldn't see anything, but I could feel that the car was moving. All I wanted was to be with my father at this moment. What would I do? How would I get out of this?Desperation consumed me as I found myself at the mercy of
Andrew DeLuca The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils, and I went in search of something good in this place so that we could have breakfast and leave for the mansion. I had already given the command to my driver. “Is there anything good for breakfast?” I asked the receptionist, who was insinuating herself to me. “There are several breakfast options, would you like me to accompany you, and we can take a walk around the hotel?” she asked in a provocative voice. “No, thanks, I'll manage,” I said firmly. I hated propositioning women! It was no fun. I sorted out a tray of bread and some fruit. The hotel was pretty shabby, but that's what we found for the night. Worry still lingered in the back of my mind, as I feared it was a trap, that they had punctured my tire on purpose. I climbed the steps with my tray in hand, heading for the bedroom, which was only a little way away. Suddenly, I heard a scream, it was Emma's voice pronouncing my name. “ANDREW!!!” her voice echoed through the
Emma"Are you okay?" his deep eyes locked onto me.Who was he? And why did he save me?The man approached and ordered the other guys to leave. I felt scared to be in that warehouse alone with him, but it seemed better than those two brutes."No one here will hurt you. I don't agree with this, but if you cooperate, you'll get out of here safely, capisce?""Who are you? And why are you doing this to me? I haven't done anything to you, I haven't...""That's true. Anyway, I'll bring you some water and something to eat. Behave, Emma."He knew my name. It was obvious that he knew.Although he was involved, he didn't seem like one of those thugs deeply entrenched in the mafia. He appeared to be different and somewhat more rational.It had to be me who remained rational to escape from this place as soon as possible. But where would I run to, and how?I also feared for my father's life, even though Andrew and I had slept together. He still remained the mafioso who forced me into a contract mar
EmmaI was more determined than ever to find a way to escape that damned place. As the moments of silence dragged on, I began to explore the shed in search of any glimmer of hope. I knew my life depended on it. I wasn't sure of anything. When you're kidnapped, trapped in a place where it feels like you can't even breathe properly, your survival instinct takes over.I felt along the cold, dark walls, searching for hidden tools or weaknesses in the shed's security. Every inch I explored felt like a small victory, even if nothing stood out immediately; I needed to get out of there.The doubt about what Andrew DeLuca felt for me wouldn't leave me. Who was I to him? Just a waitress, someone he used and discarded. However, deep in my heart, a small glimmer of hope remained, the hope that he might care for me, that he would come to save me.Minutes turned into hours as I investigated every corner of that dreadful shed. But to no avail, I couldn't find anything to help me.“Damn it,” I grumbl
Andrew Deluca As time passed, my anger only grew. I didn't handle threats well. Giovanni Moretti was becoming a thorn in my side, a thorn I wanted to throw away. As I held the glass of whiskey, Lorenzo approached with more bad news, and I despised bad news. “They're calling,” Lorenzo said, and I quickly took the phone from his hand. I could hear her breathing. It was Emma. She spoke in my voice, saying that she liked me. I couldn't be happy, knowing that she was in the hands of one of the dirtiest men I had ever had the displeasure of knowing. I would kill him, and when I did, it would be slow and painful. I didn't understand why this son of a bitch was doing this until my consigliere explained. “From what I've found, Don, he's nearly bankrupt. Some businesses here in New York didn't work out, and the casino he had in Chicago, which was his main source of income, closed." Giovanni Moretti was just a punk who thought he could claim the position he always wanted. He wanted everythi
EmmaI couldn't believe what I had just heard. This situation was much more complex than I had imagined, and I had no idea that Andrew had a brother. Revenge was intertwined with this kidnapping in a way that made me even more apprehensive.The sound of two knocks on the door startled me. My heart started to race, and I immediately got off the toilet lid. The guard seemed suspicious of what I was doing."Get out of there, what are you doing?" he growled with a threatening expression."I'm on my way, can't I have some privacy to do my business?" I replied with a hint of sarcasm.I carefully opened the bathroom door, and he eyed me suspiciously but didn't say anything more. Men like him thought they had some power, but in reality, they were just pawns in a dangerous game.I sat back down in the chair, feeling the weight of the information I had overheard. I didn't know whether I should tell Andrew or not. It could be the key to getting out of here, or it could further complicate things.
AndrewIn enemies, they always have to be beneath you. You must have an advantage over them, or you're basically screwed.All I can think about is losing Emma; I didn't want to entertain that possibility. After my hands touched her, I couldn't risk not seeing her again. A small part of me wanted to be cold and think rationally, while another part wanted to find out where they were and put a few bullets in their heads. They had gone too far. And when I wanted something, nothing and no one could stop me."Did you find anything?" I asked Lorenzo as I sat there."I found out that he has the son I informed you about, Don. His name is Gian; he was born when he was already quite old, and they don't know who the mother is. Strange.""The kid's name is Gian?" I raised my eyebrows."Yes, why?" Lorenzo asked."Nothing, but that name isn't unfamiliar to me. If it were up to me, you know my opinion: I'd walk in there, kill him, and his candy club," I said ironically."We can make some kind of deal