Giulia Cavalieri grew up running from the mafia, and she always knew that one day they would find her. Fruit of a forbidden marriage between his mother, sister of a capo from Chicago, and a member of the Russian mafia, sealed his fate, and aroused the fury of the Villani family. Five years ago Giulia was entrusted to the care of the same hands that welcomed her mother, when she had nowhere to run, in the care of the sisters of a small convent a few kilometers from Rome. Now, about to complete adulthood she is awakened with gunshots in the middle of the night, and tries to escape, even knowing that it is impossible to escape from Michael Villani. Michael knew that the marriage between his parents was an arrangement, which is very common in the mafia, but what he never imagined was that his father had loved Donatella Cavalieri all his life. On his deathbed, Erico makes a last request to him, who claims Giulia, and ensures that she stays under his protection as his wife. All Giulia wanted was an ordinary life, studying, traveling, knowing the world. Among Michael’s goals, marriage would appear, and he was very happy with Carolyn, his mistress. But an agreement must be made in the name of peace between men of honor. Kept in a property and watched constantly, Giulia sees little of her future husband, until the night of her eighteenth birthday, when the engagement would be announced. When Michael kisses her, after putting the expensive ring on her finger, a spark ignites between them, in acombination of attraction and repulsion. Two sides of a story that had a tragic outcome that can either hate each other all their lives, or allow themselves to live an overwhelming love story.
View MoreWhen Linda warned me that I would accompany Michael to the consiglieri’s house, I was surprised by that unexpected invitation. I’m here for days, and as kind as my future sister-in-law is, and as big as the house is, I feel more like a prisoner here than when I was in the convent. I look at myself in Linda’s closet mirror, which seems to analyze whether the dress I’m wearing would please Michael, and I hate it. Every time I see him, it’s always in tight dresses, and I don’t like to think that Villani himself is thinking I’m insinuating myself to him. The dress of the time is nude, an insinuating neckline and despite being a little above the knees, it is the kind of clothing that certainly makes Michael Villani look with interest.As soon as I know he is waiting for me, I go to meet him, and I saw on one of the knees, smiling at Morgan as the girl told excited about something she learned in school. So when he looks directly at me, I can’t help but notice how elegant he looks. I notice
As the days go by, not only matters related to Giulia Cavalieri need my attention. For reasons we all know, the Russians seem to be seeking revenge for the men lost in Italy and because we collaborated with the Cavalieri, taking from them two drug suppliers in Chicago. We are not only in greater numbers, but better organized, and above all, as long as they do not interfere with business civilians are safe in our neighborhood. We do not give reasons to the police, nor do they make a point of investigating when it is much more favorable to pretend that they do not see one infraction here, another there. Very different from the Russians, whose diplomacy is non-existent.Our common enemies are backing down, but I am not mistaken, since rumors that they were sending men of international prestige, among them their executor, Nikolai Dotroiov. It was suspected that he was in New York for a few days and that his mission is to recover not only his domains and resources, but take with him Giulia
I’m in the room brushing my hair, thinking it’s time to cut them a little, trying not to get anxious since soon my uncle should come to Linda’s house to meet me. The last time I saw him, was when he sent me back to Italy, I did not want to stay, I wanted to return to the place where I had lived with my mother in the last months of her life. They say she died of sadness, she was never the same person after the death of my father, and I had the impression that it would also happen to me, for losing both. My uncle spread the rumors of places where I could be, and even some of which I had died. And for two years I lived practically a recluse in the Convent of Saint Lucia, occasionally went out to the village with Mother and some sisters, and always felt protected by them. My uncle sent money, for my expenses, and as a form of gratitude to the Convent, sometimes we spoke by phone, sometimes I received letters from Nikolai, but my contact with the world outside the old walls where I lived w
Arriving at the beautiful residence where Linda Villani lives, I soon notice the presence of security everywhere, as in the mansion in Province of Rome, the place is immense. Fabian opens the car door for me as Linda walks out the other door talking to someone on the phone. Fabian Schiavo is my personal escort, and the way he’s been behaving since we left Italy, Michael must have threatened him with death for throwing me in the car seat while we were leaving the convent. The man is treating me as if I were made of crystal, opening doors, taking care even if I climb or go down some stairs, and although I found it fun the first few times, it’s starting to annoy me.Linda treats me very kindly, although I do not trust even my shadow after all, I feel good in her presence. She smiles warmly as we enter the house, passing through a small hall and going on next to a comfortable room from where I can see other environments. In one of them a little girl dressed in her unicorn pajamas notices
It’s late, and as I pour myself another shot of whiskey I think of the idiocy I had done by promising my father on his deathbed, something I would surely regret for the rest of my life. It was obvious to both Villani and Cavalieri that this quarrel had already lasted too long, and that perhaps this agreement would work, and if the families could not leave in the past all that had happened, at least that the clash would cease, which could generate even some collaboration among all involved.She’s too young. And too insolent. She looked at me like she was above good and evil, and we won’t understand each other just because Giulia Cavalieri thinks she’s right. I know that Giulia must act like this for countless reasons, all her life in the hands of Donatella, who thought of nothing but herself, guiding her through a troubled childhood and adolescence, always running away, hiding. But now she has the opportunity to live safely, comfortably, and as long as she could keep that pretty little
I wake up startled, a loud, deafening noise makes my heart race, because I know what it means. One shot. I look at the clock on the old bedside table next to my bed, it’s three in the morning, and the sudden urgency to get out of there makes me anxious. In the dark, I hear voices changing, and even though it is impossible to hear that distance, I try to follow the movement inside the place. I need to get out of here, or at least hide.When I open the door, I see Sister Angela approaching, she puts her finger up on her lips and points to the robe, simple but comfortable over the chest next to the small closet. Then urgently signals me to follow her. I prayed every night that they would not find me, that they would forget me, but the truth is that in our world, practically everything goes from one to another. Money, property, trouble, hate, broken promises. And I am the legacy of a broken promise.When I left New York two years ago, under the promise that I would not be the one to pay f
I wake up startled, a loud, deafening noise makes my heart race, because I know what it means. One shot. I look at the clock on the old bedside table next to my bed, it’s three in the morning, and the sudden urgency to get out of there makes me anxious. In the dark, I hear voices changing, and even though it is impossible to hear that distance, I try to follow the movement inside the place. I need to get out of here, or at least hide.When I open the door, I see Sister Angela approaching, she puts her finger up on her lips and points to the robe, simple but comfortable over the chest next to the small closet. Then urgently signals me to follow her. I prayed every night that they would not find me, that they would forget me, but the truth is that in our world, practically everything goes from one to another. Money, property, trouble, hate, broken promises. And I am the legacy of a broken promise.When I left New York two years ago, under the promise that I would not be the one to pay f
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