When I got into the car, Selena was shaking. "It's okay, baby," I assured her, my voice calm despite the anger still coursing through my veins. "You're safe." I pulled her onto my lap and held her tight. She held onto me for dear life. "I am so sorry that our time out was ruined. I wanted today to be special for you." "It's not your fault," Selena mumbled against my chest, her voice muffled by my shirt. "It's just... I don't know if I can do this." "Do what?" I asked, stroking her hair soothingly. Selena took a shaky breath. "Be the kind of wife you need. I don't know if I can handle it, Joseph. You deserve so much better." I pulled back to look into her eyes. "You are exactly what I need, Selena. You are strong, beautiful, and smart. You are more than enough for me." "But I don't know this world," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm just a girl from the Bronx. I don't know how to be a mafia wife." "You don't have to be anyone but yourself," I said, my thumb brush
Gently, I picked Selena up and carried her upstairs to our bedroom. The house was silent except for the occasional sound of a clock ticking. A simple meal out had turned into something that I wanted to protect her from. When we reached the bedroom, I laid her down on the bed, her body feeling so light and fragile in my arms. I removed her shoes and her dress, leaving her in her underwear. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, so different from the fear I had seen in her eyes earlier. I felt a fierce protectiveness wash over me, a desire to keep her safe from all the monsters in this world, especially the ones that came with my line of work. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Love, anger, and fear all battled within me. I was torn between wanting to hold her tight and never letting go, and the need to go out and tear Torres limb from limb for daring to come near her. But I knew that Selena needed this
Seeing Selena so vulnerable and scared cuts into my soul. Antonio hovered in the doorway; his eyes filled with concern. "Is she okay?" "It was a nightmare," I told him, my voice tight. "Torres invading our personal space today... it's got her spooked." Antonio's gaze darkened. "We need to find a way to deal with this permanently." "We will," I assured him. "But first, we need to find out if there's more to his visit than just posturing. There might be something we're missing." Antonio nodded. "I'll get on it. But, Joseph," he said, his voice low. "You know what you might have to do." The unspoken words hung in the air. The implication was clear: if Torres continued to pose a threat, the only way to ensure Selena's safety might be to eliminate him. It was a harsh reality of our world, but one that I had to consider for the sake of my new wife. "Antonio, find George Mariani for me. I need to figure out if he has anything to do with this. He has been laying low ever since I
The night grew later as Antonio, and his men searched the city for any trace of Selena's mother. I couldn't sit still, pacing the floor of the office as I awaited word. My mind raced with thoughts of Selena, of what she might think when she learned the truth. Would she feel betrayed? Would she understand that she was loved that she was mine now? There was a knock at my office door. Antonio was good, but I didn't think he would have information this quickly. "Enter." The door to my office opens, and Selena walks in, her eyes filled with mix of exhaustion and concern. She was in a silky white night gown that hugged her curves perfectly. "What is it, baby?" Her eyes searched the room, looking for something she couldn't quite find. "I miss my husband" she confessed, her voice small and trembling. "I just needed to see you." The sight of her, standing there in the doorway, looking so lost and alone, broke through the storm cloud of rage that had been brewing inside me. I set my
The next morning, the ringing of my phone pierced the silence of our room. I felt Selena's grip tighten around me as I reached for it. I could feel the tension grow in my body as I read the message. "Everything okay?" "Yes, my love. I need to meet with Antonio. I had him looking into a situation for me. Stay in bed as long as you like. I will have the cook prepare us breakfast out on the patio later." The message from Antonio had been brief and cryptic, but the urgency was clear. He had found something about Selena's mother. I couldn't help the feeling of dread that settled in my stomach. What if she had been part of this mess all along? What if Selena's conception was more than just a one-time fling? The questions swirled in my head as I dressed and headed downstairs to the office. Antonio was already waiting for me, his face a mask of tension. He handed me a file without a word. I opened it and scanned the contents, my heart racing with each piece of information. Her mother'
Selena remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around us. She deserved happiness, even if it was only for a brief moment. I had to protect her from the ugliness of the truth, at least for now. But as the day went on, I knew I couldn't keep the secret much longer. The weight of it was crushing me. We had a quiet breakfast on the patio, as I had promised her. Selena talked about her dreams for the future, her eyes shining with hope. I listened, my heart breaking with each word. How could I tell her that her mother had been taken from her in such a brutal way? She believed her mother had walked out on her and that was so far from the truth. After we finished eating, I took her hand and led her back to our room. "There's something I need to tell you, Selena," I said, my voice heavy. Her smile faded, and she searched my face for answers. "What is it?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "What did your father tell you about your mother?" Sele
I left Selena in the care of Dante, one of my most trusted men. He had strict instructions not to let her out of his sight and to report back to me immediately if she needed anything. With a heavy heart, I made my way to the garage, my mind racing with the possibilities of who could have been involved in Arianna's murder. The thought of Selena's mother suffering such a fate at the hands of someone I knew made me see red. There was also the issue of Gabriel Tucci's murder. It had been a supposed drive-by shooting, but now with the knowledge of his affair with Selena's mother, could the two incidents be related. Gabriel was up and coming in the ranks of the family. My father had been grooming him to take over for my uncle. Salvatore was greedy for the position of Don, but since I was the only son, the position was to be mine as my birthright. I got into the car and dialed Antonio. "What have you found?" "I'm still digging, but I've got a few leads," he said, his voice grim. "The n
As I was driving back to the house, my mind was racing. Selena had been through enough. She had lost her mother in the most horrific way and had been lied to her entire life. I had to find a way to protect her from the fallout that was going to come from this. The truth had to come out, but not yet. Not until I had all the pieces and could control the narrative. I pulled into the driveway, my jaw clenched in determination. As I walked into the house, I could hear Selena's voice from the kitchen, talking to Marta. "It's a surprise," she was saying, her voice light and happy. "For Joseph." My heart swelled at the thought. Selena had never cooked for me before, but it was clear she was putting a lot of effort into this meal. The aroma of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air, reminding me of the comfort food my own mother used to make. As I approached the kitchen, I heard the sizzle of something frying and Selena's soft humming. She looked up as I entered, her eyes lighting up with
I had not slept much in the last few days. I couldn't close my eyes and not see Selena. I have missed so much of her pregnancy because of Torres and my uncle. I will deal with each other them swiftly. Antonio had brought me the first piece of good news that we have had. The Mancini Family has one of the best computer hackers and he found the location of where the auction will be taking place. It was amazing at how quickly he was able to hack into the city records. The Garabaldi Family has a lock on all of the caterers in the upper west side of the city. Torres has no choice but to use outside caterers for the auction. He doesn't have the staff to handle it. Another thing in my favor. Angelo Garabaldi was able to obtain two tickets to this auction. I would be accompanying him to the auction. Both the Garabaldi and the Mancini families have agreed to go against the cartel with me. They stand a lot to gain if Torres is no longer above ground. I wanted to get Selena out before the
I am over halfway through my pregnancy, and it terrifies me to think of having my baby here. I hate being held prisoner. I did not want the same fate for my baby. I was being raped daily by Torres. I had tried so hard to just block out every thrust and every ounce of pain that he would inflict on me. He enjoyed giving me pain and I have the marks to prove it. As I lay in bed, my belly aching from his rough treatment, I hear a faint whisper. "Selena, it's Anna." I sat up, my eyes searching the darkness. "What is it?" "I found out something," she whispered urgently. "They're having an auction really soon here at the house." My heart sank. I knew what that meant. I had seen the way Torres looked at me, the way he talked about me to his men. I was going to be sold. "When?" I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "In two days," Anna said, her own voice shaking. "What can we do?" I whispered, my heart racing. Two days. That was all the time we had before I would be han
Thankfully, all of the Capos had remained loyal to me. There was no evidence of them conspiring with Salvatore. The meeting was tense, with everyone aware of the gravity of the situation. We discussed our options, the tension in the room thick as we weighed the risks and potential rewards of each plan. We needed to find Selena and crush Torres without igniting an all-out war with the Columbian Cartel. "We have a lead on a warehouse they use for storage," Antonio spoke up, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's a good place to start." I nodded, the room spinning slightly. The painkillers were wearing off, and the pain in my side was a reminder of the bullet that had nearly killed me. "Call a meeting with some of the other families," I said through gritted teeth. "We need to move quickly and quietly." Antonio nodded, already on his phone, arranging the meetings. I knew that Selena was strong, but each day that passed was another day of hell for her. The thought of Torres's touching
I never thought I could feel like a slave, but that is what I have become. Torres enjoys humiliating me every chance he gets. I walk around naked more than I have on clothes. Torres has been true to his word so far. No one has laid a hand on me, except for him. His touch is cold and calculated, as if he's trying to claim me in a way that goes beyond the physical. The other men in the house are allowed to look but not touch. It's like I'm a piece of meat in a butcher's window, displayed for all to see but only the highest bidder can take home. But even as I follow his rules, I'm planning. I have to find a way out of here. For the baby. Every night, after Torres has visited, I lie in the darkness, my thoughts racing. The room is cold, and I pull the covers tighter around my body, feeling the soft swell of my stomach. The baby kicks, a reminder of the life that grows inside me, a life that deserves a chance at happiness, not a future in this hellish world. I want better for he
I feel like a weight is holding me down. I am trying so hard to open my eyes. All I can hear is this loud beeping. "Mr. Rossi, wake up," a voice says, and suddenly, there's a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. My eyes crack open, and I'm greeted by a blur of white lights and concerned faces. The pain is a dull throb now, the fever's grip on me loosened. I blink, trying to focus, and see Antonio leaning over me, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Welcome back, Boss." Antonio's voice was a welcome sound, the first sign that I wasn't hallucinating. I managed to croak out a response, "Selena... where is she?" "We don't know," Antonio said, his expression grim. "But we're looking. We've got everyone on it." I nodded, feeling the heaviness in my chest lift slightly. The doctor hovered at the foot of the bed, his face a mask of professionalism. "You need to rest," he said firmly. "You've had a close call with sepsis. You're not out of the woods yet." "How lon
I lay on the bed, my body trembling with the aftershocks of what had just happened. The dress felt like a prison, sticking to my damp skin. I needed to get out of these clothes, out of this room, out of this nightmare. With shaking hands, I untied the dress and let it fall to the floor. The fabric pooled around my feet, a sad reminder of the violation I had just endured. I stepped into the shower, the water scalding my skin as I tried to wash away the doctor's touch. I scrubbed until my skin was red and raw, the tears mixing with the water as they streamed down my face. When the hot water turned cold, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my shivering body. I felt exposed, like every inch of me had been laid bare. I needed to find a way out of here, to escape this hellhole. Our baby deserved a future, and I would not let anyone take that away from us. I sat on the bed, my eyes scanning the room for any hint of a way out. The walls were bare, the window too high to reach,
**Parts of this chapter may contain triggers for some readers of reference to a sexual assault. Discretion is advised** I have been tossing and turning for hours. I have been praying that Torres was lying about Joseph being dead. We are supposed to be together to raise this baby. How could our lives be turned so upside down? I heard the lock click on the door and a young girl walked in with a tray of food in her hands. She looked no more than sixteen, with wide eyes that had seen too much and a tremble in her step that betrayed her fear. She paused just for a second before she set the food on the table. "They told me to give you this." I sit up slowly and take the tray from her. "Thank you. What’s your name?" "Anna. Please don't tell anyone I talked to you." "Of course, Anna. Is there anything you can tell me that might help me get out of here?" Anna's eyes widened, and she took a step back. "I-I don't know anything. I'm just here to work." The door clicked shut
By the time Antonio and I got back to the estate, I was beyond exhausted. The only thing keeping me standing was pure adrenaline. "Joseph, you need to rest," Antonio said, his voice thick with concern. "Rest? How can I rest?" I snapped. "My wife is out there, pregnant with my child, and all we have is a boat that's been turned into a floating morgue." Antonio sighed heavily. "We'll find her," he assured me, his own eyes filled with a steely determination. "But you're no good to her if you're dead." I knew he was right, but the thought of Selena in the hands of those monsters was eating me alive. I stumbled into my office, the room where I had made countless deals and taken so many lives, and slammed the door shut. I needed to think, to plan, to find a way to get her back. "If I don't have her Antonio, I might as well be dead. She taught me how to live life. She is carrying my child. I promised her that I would protect her and I have failed her." Antonio nodded, understandi
Regardless of how much pain I am in, the only thing I can think about is Selena. She is innocent in all of this and so is our baby. Salvatore will pay for what he has done to me and to my family. When we arrive at the warehouse, it almost looks abandoned. My men, armed and ready, fan out around the perimeter, each one sticking to the shadows. My breath is ragged, my chest a constant throb of pain, but the thought of Selena and our baby pushes me forward. The sound of distant voices and the occasional shout echo against the metal walls. We move swiftly and silently, the tension thick. As we approach a side door, I catch the faint whiff of something sweet—Selena's favorite perfume. A flicker of hope ignites within me. "Break it down," I whisper to the men surrounding me. The door gives way with a crash, the sound echoing through the silent warehouse. We spread out, our footsteps barely make a sound as we search the vast space, our eyes peeled for any sign of her. The first fe