Andrew DeLuca.I never thought I would consider being the family man, the one who's content with just one woman. That was never me. But Emma came into my life and showed me that maybe that was for me, that maybe she was the right woman.After we arrived home, I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. I had just ended Derick's life, and there would be no retaliation; I would make it clear that he was a traitor. But that wasn't what was on my mind. I was thinking about Emma, about us stargazing. This ragazza came into my life, changing everything around her. So many things had happened that I couldn't believe it all.I was going to be a father, and it was making me anxious.I sat in the armchair, sipping my fine whiskey, wanting to leave it all behind. Emma had gone to her room, and I thought it was best that way.Lorenzo entered the room with a glass of whiskey and took a seat in a chair across from me. I was lost in thought, still reflecting on Derick's death."Don,
EmmaI woke up, disoriented. As I looked to the side, I saw Andrew sleeping. My God, we slept together! When I regain consciousness, I realize how wrong it was. This was so foolish of me; he was with someone else in his office just yesterday, and I simply gave in to him.I couldn't mention various ways to say how much of a mistake this was. Andrew could always win me over, even when I was angry. The guilt every time I woke up naked in the same sheets as him was immense.But it was all new to me, and I was very afraid. Afraid to let myself go and end up disappointed.Andrew De Luca was not the perfect man for a relationship; he was a criminal, an outlaw, and I knew it. But I was in love with a criminal, and as a song whose name I couldn't quite recall said, this kind of love wasn't rational, it was physical.I got up and opened the windows; the cloudy weather invaded our faces. The fresh morning breeze was wonderful. I wanted to continue sleeping, but today I had a check-up to make sur
Andrew narrating.I had gone to handle some matters for a hotel franchise. Of course, I disguised myself as a business CEO, but behind the scenes, I operated in the underworld of the mafia. Irritation consumed me in a way I couldn't even explain.While drugs and smuggling brought in a lot of money for the organization, the wealth of the De Luca family was primarily distributed in casinos and hotels. We didn't solely rely on dirty dealings. However, I was angry about how things were between me and Emma. She didn't understand that my word was final—I was the Don, and she had to obey me. The rule was always clear, and usually, if someone resisted, I would teach them to obey forcibly. But there was something about that damn woman that I couldn't explain.To make matters worse, she was expecting my child. Clearly, this was the problem with letting your guard down. When you showed emotions, people thought they could control you. That's why I couldn't be like that with Emma anymore—she was m
Emma.I feel a chill as if being watched while I'm in the car heading to the clinic, furrowing my brow. After being kidnapped, I'm somewhat paranoid, or do I have a reason?All of this is dangerous. I'm aware that I'm pregnant, carrying the heir of a wanted mafia boss; Andrew's head seems to have a high price. So, indeed, I am at risk. Perhaps that's why I'm so thoughtful and fearful."Ma'am," the driver and security guard pull me from my thoughts."Hi?" I murmur."We've arrived at the clinic; I'll accompany you," he says."No need," I reply."It's Mr. De Luca's orders," he says seriously."Okay," I nod, rolling my eyes.De Luca wanted to monitor every step I took after I fled, and it was irritating. Every detail of what I did was being scrutinized by the security.It was suffocating.I entered the clinic. The doctor who was supposed to attend to me couldn't see me today due to personal issues, so a substitute would conduct the examination."Emma DeLuca," I tell the receptionist.It's
Pov EmmaI faced that damn journalist with disdain, taking a deep breath, trying to focus and not lose my composure. I knew that if I lost my temper, I could put myself and the baby in danger.“You're mistaken if you think I'll give in to your cheap blackmail,” I retorted.Lexye, the bitch, smirked sarcastically. I felt anger; how did she find out about my pregnancy? What else did she know?“Oh, dear, don't you understand?” She raised her eyebrows. “This isn't a simple choice, Emma. It's an order. Either you obey and disappear from his life, or I make sure to spread the news of your pregnancy throughout New York.”I felt the rage boiling within me; it was as if she was doing this personally. And she was. She wanted Andrew, and as far as I was concerned, they could be together. But she better not mess with me and my baby.“Who do you think you are? You don't know me,” I replied firmly.The journalist laughed. Her laughter irritated me.“You may be brave, but Andrew De Luca won't protec
AndrewFlashback On.I walked through the casino, sinking into drink and gambling, trying, for a moment, to escape the web of intrigues my life had become.Unknown faces blurred together, and the surrounding conversations were just an indistinct blur. I needed to lose myself in all of this, even if just for a moment.I didn't want to think about anything in that second.Among the games and fake laughter, my eyes met hers. She was a mysterious woman, dressed in traditional casino attire, whose challenging gaze triggered an irresistible attraction.She approached, her scanty attire clearly indicating her intentions, and in the heat of the moment, I kissed her. Her insatiable mouth met mine as if she wanted to undress me with her gaze. She pulled me to a more secluded corner, and then we walked through the corridors until she led me to a place in the casino that seemed to be a room or something of the sort.Her features were striking; the black hair emphasized sensuality, and her makeup
EmmaFor the first time, Andrew slept beside me, no sex, no ulterior motives, just holding and caressing me. I remember falling asleep instantly, waking up with a hidden smile I wasn't letting show on my face.Despite everything going on, there was still hope that maybe we could make it work. My temper was strong, and his even stronger, we were like fire and gasoline, often not a good mix.I was going to tell Andrew about Lexie's threat; I couldn't handle it alone at the moment, and he might handle it better for me.I quickly took a shower and put on looser clothes; my belly barely showed, but my pregnant body was developing, and some types of clothing made me very uncomfortable.As I step through the bedroom door, a silly smile creeps onto my lips, so I slowly descend the stairs, waking up with a pain in my back. As I reach the tenth step, I hear something I truly didn't expect.Various scenarios flash through my mind, all involving things I didn't want to imagine. I hear Andrew De L
Andrew De LucaSeeing her leaving the house in such a wounded state, running as if she'd been severely hurt, made me realize one thing: I was a fool.“Go after her now,” I ordered one of the employees standing beside me.“What a mess, Don,” Lorenzo remarked, watching me closely.Emma didn't deserve this behavior from me. It might have been who I was, but I knew I felt something for her. I didn't want to lose the only woman who managed to stir any kind of emotion in me.As the security went to bring Emma back, Lorenzo noticed that the unbearable journalists had left after the gunfire I'd ordered.“Sir,” the maid approached, and I glanced at her. “Miss Ize and Mr. Gian will arrive today; their plane is due to land in a few hours. She requested that you pick them up from the airport.”My mind was so muddled; I'd forgotten that Ize and Gian were returning today. I'd arranged for them to go to Italy, where they'd be safe for a while until things settled down. But now, I needed my sister cl