Fratello: Brother
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
Andrew Deluca The plan was set. We were going to rescue Emma. Giovanni thought he could threaten me and play his dirty little game, but he couldn't. I knew Emma was too good for me. She was gentle, sweet, and different from me. I was raised to be who I am, a ruthless mafia man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, regardless of others. I was selfish, and I admitted it. I forced her to marry me because it served my interests, and I knew it was only beneficial for me. What I didn't anticipate was that I would find her to be a genuinely nice person, and more than that, I saw feelings. But it would never work. I believed I didn't deserve something like that, so I would go and ruin it. It was easier for me to handle things this way. Lorenzo was busy in the corner of the room, studying a detailed map of the area surrounding the warehouse where we believed Emma was being held captive. Every detail was crucial for us to get out of there alive and with Emma. I deceived him, told h
EmmaI opened my eyes with difficulty and found myself in an unfamiliar room; my head was pounding. I was still weak, and the sensation of having been kidnapped and waking up with no understanding of what was happening was disconcerting.The room was spacious, with elegant furnishings and a view of the garden. I was in Andrew's mansion, and memories were slowly starting to come back. The soft light streaming in through the window made me blink as I tried to adjust to the brightness. I attempted to sit up in bed, but my strength failed me, and I ended up falling back onto the pillows. I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure.Likewise, I looked at my knee; it was injured, probably from staying in the same position on the floor. Sons of a gun! I hadn't done anything to deserve this; I was still traumatized. Those were the longest two days of my life. I felt entirely suffocated.The door opened, and one of the maids entered the room with a tray of a hearty breakfast. My body
Andrew DeLucaEmma made me question everything I felt and everything I had lived in the past few years of my life in the mafia. She wasn't like other women; they wanted my money, status, fame, and power. A lot of power. But Emma Campbell was different; her gaze exuded peace.And I didn't know how to deal with it.When we kissed, I wondered if this was right. It wasn't the time for me to deal with something romantic; I had other important things to focus on. Maybe she was right; perhaps we should leave it as it is. We shouldn't let this go beyond a contract.There's always that saying that opposites attract, but I think that only works in movies and books.All I know is that this was a problem. Whatever this relationship was between us, it couldn't end well. I had just threatened her father, and practically forced her to live with me. Well, maybe not practically...But deep down, I knew she hated me. And it wasn't a surprise; a lot of people hated me, and the list kept growing.I had a
EmmaI wasn't sure what had happened between Andrew and me. My mind was taking me to places I never imagined I'd be. In love with a mobster. How could I?The two nights we spent together were wonderful, and I wished... I wished so much that they had been terrible. But his body, his scent, the way he was... I couldn't stop thinking about him.Was I going crazy? This world wasn't meant for me, and loving him, or being in love, it didn't matter, was a mistake I couldn't afford to make.I woke up, and he wasn't there anymore. I remembered falling asleep under his caresses after that kiss. He was like a magnet pulling me deeper into his web. The more I tried to escape, the more I was drawn in.I decided to pick up the phone he had given me as a gift and call my father. The number was one I knew by heart, a link to the world I had left behind. Carefully, I dialed the number and held the phone to my ear, anxiously waiting to hear my father's voice on the other end of the line.It had been so
Emma My words left Ize in shock. Her eyes widened, and her expression betrayed the surprise I had expected. She finally managed to articulate, her voice sounding surprised and uncertain. "What did you say?" Ize asked, clearly perplexed. I nodded, feeling my face flush. "I know it's crazy, Ize, but I can't help these feelings. The way he looks at me, the way he protects me... I'm not sure." Ize stared at me, still processing my words. It was hard to believe that I could have developed feelings for her brother, considering the peculiar circumstances of our marriage. It was a contract. "Emma, I... I don't know what to say," Ize murmured, clearly taken aback. "Please, Ize, promise me you won't tell Andrew. I should have never said this." Ize nodded, finally finding her words. "I promise, Emma. Your trust is important to me. But you need to understand that this is complicated. I know my brother, I've known him forever, I know how he thinks, how he acts. I've never seen him fall in
Andrew Deluca I am not perfect. I have never needed to be, all I need is to be the best at what I do. After finding out that Gian was probably my brother, my emotions became confused. If I had a brother, on my mother's side, I wasted all this time without him. And worst of all, he was raised by the person I hate. I am repulsed. But I didn't know what I was going to do about it. I wasn't going to harm my brother. I took the mafia rules seriously, and I knew that family was family. Now I fully understood what had happened. It wouldn't be a surprise to understand why my father and Moretti had fought so fiercely, being that they were friends. So, they had become rivals for one woman. My mother. She was worse than I thought; she abandoned me, Ize, and the other son as well. What kind of woman would do that to three children? Some people are not fit to be mothers, and if a woman who should take care of me was capable of this, imagine what others would be like. After leaving Emma's r