Luca's conversation with the girl ended after that. She refused to speak any further, so Luca told his men to contain her and wait for further instructions.For a moment, no one in the room moved. Then Luca was on his feet, barking orders. "Marco, I want extra security on all our operations, especially the docks. Salvatore, get me everything we have on the Russo’s recent movements. And someone, find out how the fuck they knew where I was and got close enough to make an attempt on my wife's life!"The room erupted into a flurry of activity. I sat frozen, unable to speak or move. Luca turned to me, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body.I noticed he didn't say anything to Mathias when he was talking to the others but the last thing I would have done would have been to ask."I need to deal with this," he said. "Go home and stay in the house. Don't go anywhere at all. Is that understood?""Luca," I started, finally finding my voice. "What's going o
There was a deafening silence in the house as I waited for Jenna. I'm not sure if the silence came from my head or if the house was actually that quiet. A knock sounded at my door and Jenna slipped inside, her face was etched with worry. "Hey, is he home?" she asked.I shook my head. "No. What's happening out there, Jenna? The staff are whispering, the guards are clearly on high alert but no one will tell me anything."She sighed, pulling her chair closer to the bed and sinking into it. "It's bad, Nazlynn. Luca's territory has been completely breached, there's attacks on any member of his mafia in the streets. The Russos are making their move, and they're not being subtle about it."My stomach lurched. “Do you mean... Are people dying?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Jenna's gaze was apologetic. "I wish I could say no. The attacks are so violent and it doesn't seem like they are stopping just yet."I pulled the comforter closer to myself, my head spinning. "I don't underst
Gabriel came bustling through the kitchen door, with smoke coming in after him. My eyes widened at the sight behind him, the small living room had gone up in flames. “We need to move, now!” He said, shooting through the open door at anything since he couldn't see. He was bleeding from his stomach but it looked like just a flesh wound.In desperation, Jenna grabbed a chopping board, smashing it against the large window. Glass shattered, ushering in the cool night air."Go!" she urged, helping me climb out the window and onto the strange surface that was beneath it. I heard Gabriel groan loudly in pain just as my feet hit the metal grating. Jenna was right behind me, her breath was in ragged gasps as the smoke had filled her nostrils."Get down, quickly!" she ordered.The occupants of other apartments had all come out to see the cause of the commotion. It was clear that they didn't see this kind of commotion around here.Gabriel followed behind us shortly and soon enough, he had guide
“We get inside, find a way to patch Gabriel up, and wait for Luca's signal that the coast is clear."I nodded, projecting a confidence I certainly didn't feel. "Okay. Let's do this."Getting Gabriel out of the car was a struggle. He tried to stifle his groans of pain, but by the time we had gotten to the front of the door, his face was ashen, sweat beading on his forehead."I'm fine," he insisted, though he leaned heavily on Jenna."Sure you are, tough guy," she muttered, adjusting her stance to accommodate him. "Nazlynn, can you get the door?"I hurried ahead, turning the handle. It was locked, of course it was. "Now what?"Gabriel fumbled in his pocket with his free hand, and produced a small device when he pulled his hand out. "Here," he said, chucking it at me. "Press it against the lock and hold it for a few seconds."I did as instructed, jumping slightly when the device let out a high-pitched whine. There was a click, and the door swung open. The handle was completely useless ap
The echo of gunshots faded away, and I didn't stop running until I could no longer hear it. I stood frozen, my eyes fixated on a spot in the wall as I pictured Jenna's last look of pain.I must have looked crazy, panting by the road, my shirt covered in dust and blood. The sun had risen, and people were jogging past me in sporty clothes, each person turning their heads to give me a second glance.I wanted to scream. It was the only way I could get rid of the pressure that was building up inside of my chest. But I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.A rough hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back to reality. Gabriel's face came into focus. His eyes were wild with urgency and, most importantly, shock. I knew he had seen Jenna."We have to go," he hissed, pulling me towards a narrow alley. "Now!"His wound had started bleeding again, and there was a nasty gash on his head, but he didn't mind either of them.My legs moved on their own, stumbling after him as we turned from one alley to the n
A week after Jenna's death, Luca called me into the study. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I entered cautiously, unsure of what to expect.He sat behind the massive desk, he looked more disheveled than I ever thought I'd see him.“Sit," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. I noticed the almost empty bottle of whiskey and a glass in front of him.I perched on the edge of the seat, already fidgeting, my hands clasped tightly in my lap."The man who killed Jenna. You saw his face," Luca said without preamble.It wasn't a question. I nodded, the gory memory of that night flashing through my mind.Luca pushed a stack of photographs towards me on the desk. "Look through these. Tell me if you recognize him."With shaking hands, I started to sift through the photos. Face after face blurred together until I got to the last one. Disappointment filled my insides as I shook my head. “Describe him.”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to remember that terrible night. "He was tall. He wor
“It's better we just report this to the police, and let them handle it instead,” I said, in an attempt to convince Gabriel.He had knocked on my door a few minutes before to tell me that he and some others were going away with Luca for some days. I didn't need to ask too many questions to figure out what it was about. They wanted to find Viktor.“The police?” He asked with a scoff. “The police do not get themselves involved with things like this.”“Why not? It's the only way we can get justice for Jenna and the others,” I said, biting back my tears.Gabriel let out a dry laugh. “They don't give us justice in our world, we take it.”“Do you think Luca might want to talk to me?” I asked in a low voice, twisting my fingers nervously. Gabriel shook his head with uncertainty. “I don't know Nazlynn. I never know with the boss.”I gave him one last look before dashing out of my room and to Luca's room. The door was locked and I knew he was still in the compound since Gabriel was still aroun
Luca's POV“Hold it down,” I barked out to Marco as I emptied the bowl of water over Viktor’s face that was covered with a tablecloth that had dried blood on it.I threw the bowl to the floor and pulled the cloth off. My fist collided with his face without giving him the room to catch his breath. The loud cracking sound of his bones filled the wide room.I shook my hand from the impact. The man coughed, splattering blood on the floor and on his shirt before looking up at me with a bloody grin spreading across his face.My eyes narrowed as I glared at Viktor, who was tied to the chair with both his hands behind his back.“What made you even think you could run from me?” I asked, crouching down to his level.“I didn't even try running. There's not much a pussy like you can do,” he said tauntingly.I kissed my teeth, nodding before swinging my fist to his face with a force that I didn't know I could muster. “You're the one tied to a chair, not me,” I said, wiping away the blood that ha
You're really not going to talk to me at all?” I heard Enzo ask, making me sigh.I had come down the staircase the next morning only to almost bump into him at the bottom. I increased my pace so I could disappear from him as quickly as possible, but Enzo just wouldn't let me be.“I thought I made that clear enough, but apparently I didn't, seeing how you're currently trying to talk to me,” I replied with a fake smile.“Nazlynn,” he called out softly, taking a step in my direction.My eyes searched his. I could still see fragments of the little boy who had left for Atlanta years back, but I could also see something darker. The kind of darkness that you are bound to be exposed to while working with the mafia.I was one to talk, considering how I'm married to a mafia don who is the rival to my biological father who is also a mafia don.“I'm not ready for the conversation you're trying to have, Enzo. I would like to get through one day without reminding myself of how I failed you as a si
I was going to respond to the message Alice sent, but then I got distracted by something that Gabriel said, and I kind of zoned out from everything until we got to the house.I knew when Enzo arrived because half of the staff went into a frenzy, trying to prepare a room for the guest. I wonder what he would be referred to as someone who works for the boss or the boss’ wife's brother. Either way, he's getting a wonderful welcome party.Once I got home, I picked up a sleepy Hailey from her nursery and headed to my room. I wanted to take a nap, and I always slept better when I was smothering Hailey in my arms.Some hours later, a knock woke me up. I saw that my girl was already up before me and was staring at me with her eyes that were an exact copy of mine.I swung the door open with a scowl on my face, ready to have a go at the person who has just interrupted my sleep and possibly, Hailey’s. I was certainly not expecting to be met with Luca's expectant face.My face softened visibly.
“Enzo,” I breathed out without turning back.“I'm home, sis. Not at the best of times, but I'm home,” he said, taking steps closer to me.I pressed a hand to my lips to conceal the sob that was threatening to break out. Slowly, I turned back to see a face that I had not seen physically in about eight years. Enzo was right there, standing in front of me.“How did you….?” I said, making a beeline for him, but then I stopped. Memories of the events from the past few weeks came flooding back into my head at once.“Nazi, please, don't turn away from me. I just want to give my big sister a hug after all these days,” he said, his eyes searching mine for any form of forgiveness. I made sure he wouldn't see any.He took a step closer to me, but I held a hand up to stop him. “How did you know where to find me?” I asked.“I called the boss when I landed at the airport. He told me you had just left the house and were headed here. Turns out, the trip from the airport here takes less time than fro
“Thrilling isn't it? To have found out that everybody had been lying to you,” the message read.“Who are you?” I typed in a frenzy. “Why are you doing this?”“Just a concerned citizen who doesn't like getting lied to. Something I figured you and I have in common.”My nostrils flared. Whoever this was, the person clearly knew a whole lot about me, and I didn't know anything about them. “I want to know who you are. Do you want to meet up?” I asked, biting down on my fingernails.“Making friends is not a part of my job description, sweet pea.”I kissed my teeth in irritation. “What job description?”“You.”That one word chilled me to the bone. I swiped away from the chat and quickly blocked the number from calling or texting me before I could allow myself to give it an extra thought. And that was the end of that chapter for me. I completely closed my mind to everything the person had said to me.It's been almost three weeks since Luca and I had the biggest and most emotional argument t
It took me a few minutes of staring at the screen before I decided to turn off my phone and ignore it. I left Hailey under Tracy's care and headed for the gym without taking the bath that Maria had already prepared for me.Between the music blasting through my earphones and how fast the treadmill was, I was in my own world.The treadmill was on the highest speed it has ever been on. Somehow, it felt like I was running away from all my problems and for just that moment, I felt better. I felt hopeful like I could forgive Luca, forgive Enzo, forgive my mother, forgive Vincent, and lastly, forgive myself.I wasn't sure how long I was on the treadmill, running on a spot until Mathias appeared out of nowhere and turned down the speed of the treadmill.“Hey, hey, hey,” he said as I turned to glare at him. “Don't kill the messenger. I'm just here to check up on you.”“Why did you turn it down? I didn't ask for anyone's help,” I said with a scowl on my face as I took off my earphones that were
It had been two weeks since Luca dropped those bombs on me. Enzo had been blowing my phone up nonstop. A part of me was hoping and praying that Luca was lying about the whole Enzo thing, but barely twenty minutes after I asked him to leave me alone, Enzo started calling me.My brother wasn't playing football in Atlanta like I thought. Instead, he was a member of my husband's mafia. How much crazier can this get? At least it made sense now why Enzo did not mention anything about getting threatened by Luca's people or the time when they made me believe he was shot. It was all part of their ploy to get me to stay here and what better way to do so than to threaten my brother? I couldn't even speak to Elena or Sabrina. What would I say? How does a person even start a conversation like that with her friends?I had told Luca to give me space to process things and I clearly needed a lot of that space. He didn't agree too easily though.“You'll need to leave. This room, this wing, maybe even
“What do you mean Enzo?” I asked incredulously.I had stopped pacing and was now standing a few inches away from Luca, waiting to hear what he had to say. My heart was in my throat, choking me internally.“Nazlynn, I promise you, I was going to tell you everything soon. This is not how I planned for you to find out. This was certainly not a part of it,” he said, standing up so we could be on the same level. “I would appreciate it if you explained to me what you meant when you mentioned my brother. You don't know Enzo. You've never even met the guy. Hell, I haven't even seen the guy in years, so how are you speaking about me on the phone with someone you've never met?” I asked all in one breath.Luca is either the worst at starting an explanation or has plans on giving me a heart attack because his first statement threw me off balance so much that I could have crumpled to the ground if only it registered at first. “Enzo works for me, Nazlynn,” Luca said.I fixed my gaze on him. Then
“You're right,” Luca started.“What did you say?”“You're right,” he repeated. “I already knew.”The sob that I had been holding back all this while rose up to my throat, and I choked it back forcefully.“Your mother was in Italy when she got pregnant. She and Vincent were dating then, and he worked for a man there. The man admired your mother, and during one of their encounters, you were conceived. It was—”“Hold on. Hold on. How do you know any of this?” I asked him, shocked at the words that were coming out of my husband's mouth.“Can you just let me say what I know? I promise I'll explain everything to you.”I kept mute. By all means, speak away.“It was an amazing time for Vincent. He had no idea he wasn't really your father, and your mother couldn't bring herself to tell him just yet. When she did, he ran for the hills. He was scared of what his boss could do when he found out about it. Vincent was a coward. He left your mother when she was far along in her pregnancy.”“Your rea
“No,” I whispered to myself, scooting away from the journal.“No, it's not possible,” I said again, louder this time. But there was talk about the mafia, about being scared, being in danger, and now, there's the name Santos. It couldn't be.I reached for my phone and pulled open a Google search then searched some keywords from one of the headlines I had read. Nothing came up. It was like all information from that day had been wiped off.Santos? The Santos that I have heard of? No way.I pulled up a search for the name Santos, and I was faced with about a hundred thousand of them. Pulling my hair in frustration, I flipped the remaining pages of the journal.Hoping and praying that I missed something the first time and that I would come across another page that would explain things. There was nothing. Just blank pages.My hands were shaking when I picked up my phone to call Luca. I hardly ever called him, so when I do call, he knows it's something serious. He picked up on the first