"Ciao," Achille speaks into his phone after the second ring. "Are you sure?" His worried eyes fall on me as he questions the unknown person on the other end of the call. "Keep your presence low, we need you in there now more than ever. Keep me updated if anything transitions. I will call you back later." He ends the call."Brother, I need you to stay calm and listen to me first. If you as much as look in the direction of the door I swear to God, I will shoot your shanks full of wholes. "One of my men found Mia." "Okay, where is she?" I frown. The fact that she is found is music to my ears, why would Achille be so worried? I mean the fact that she didn't even bother to visit or make contact to hear if I was fine hurt and what hurts the most is that she was so scared of me that she didn't even visit her mother in fear that I would find her but, I was not planning on tracking her down now. Maybe this is for the best. Nothing I did or tried to do for her will ever be enough for her to l
"I am glad everything is working out then." A wave of relief passes through me. I was one step closer to getting Mia back."Benvenuto..." Theo speaks my name like we are friends. "If you see something I would like don't hold back my friend." He adds. I am going there with one objective only and that is to get Mia back. I won't be hanging around to see the show. I can't even think about wasting my time when Mia needs me."Hello dear. A small familiar voice follows two soft knocks on the car window, almost causing my heart to skip a beat. Mia?"Gracie, Theo. I need to go." I end the call turning my head towards the side that the voice was coming from, surprised by the face that follows. "Giorgia," I say her name in a manner of greeting Mia's mother while I lower the window. She looked ten years younger and I was surprised. It was a mere two weeks ago that she had heart surgery and here she stood in the street which I am sure she wasn't supposed to be doing. "I thought it was you." She s
"Bring your entire workforce; we are going to need it. Infiltrate some positions, waiters, critics, I don't care how you do it, but get us some men on the floor. If this thing doesn't pan out it is going to turn into a bloodbath." My fists form around the steering wheel. I am not storming in guns blazing and bomb exploding, I will try to do this like gentleman, but a man can dream right."Do you want to start a war? We have not established our feet in New York yet. They will wipe the floor with us." Achille seems worried, but I was in a mood for a fight. "They don't know that." I bark swiping across the large screen in the centre of the dash until the blue marker falls on Angela's name. I press onto the call button letting Achille inform her about the night's arrangements, which she happily accepts and even sound a little excited about."So now what brother?" He questions after setting up all the arrangements with Angela and ending the call. Achille never spooked easily, but this whol
We had a lot of eyes on us while we entered the Gala where tables decorated in a sort of gatsby theme titivated the big space and art pieces covered the white walls all around only leaving spaces between the pieces to compliment the next sale. This was just the front. An eyeblind for the few clean players on the slate. The real auction and money to be made was behind the closed doors. In one of these private rooms that they kept guarded and I was eager to enter, but I needed to stick to the plan to ensure Angela's safety as well as Mia's and everyone else putting their lives on the line to assure this mission goes down perfectly."The two of you must be new around her, because I have been attending this prestigious event since it was first hosted in 1987 and I have never before seen the two of you here." A tall older man with salt and pepper hair extend his hand giving mine a solid shake before he moves over to Angela taking her hand in his and then plant a soft kiss on the dorsal part
If ever I or anyone for that matter doubted that I had a heart it was to be proven now at this very moment, because I could verbatim feel my heart crack the moment my eyes fell on Mia who sat on the chair next to the bed where I spent the last two weeks. Her head hung low and the curls that used to bounce around her head hung with the same desertedness. She was dressed in some scrubs that I guess someone from the hospital provided her with and her feet bare. I can't believe that it was so long since the last time I held her in my arms, I can still remember her sort skin and the sweet minty smell she always carry on her breath. If ever I wondered how I felt about her this moment right here locks it in. This is the woman I love and I want her to be part of my life forever. I will never ever let anything separate us ever again, even if I had to pay with my life for it. She was seated on the chair next to the hospital bed with her back towards the door, enabling her to see me as I stood at
"I need to..." I try to explain, but honestly I just needed to put some space between me and Mia. "I am just going to make a call." I hold up my hand in a manner of keeping her from getting of the bed and nearing me. I remove my phone from my dress shirt's pocket with my other hand keeping my eyes on a pissed and moody Mia who sits glaring at me through her long lashes. God, even in her condition she was beautiful. I scroll through the conatcts on my phone in search for Sofia's number and once her name appears i press down on the call icon and place the phone to my ear. The lines rings to no avail. i needed her to see Mia, why was she not answering the phone? Itold her that she needed to be here when Mia comes. "Fuck." I blurt out a little too hard making Mia's body jerk in reaction. She was so jumpy and it scared me. The mere thought of the trauma she must have adhered to scares me. Was she ever going to be my Mia again? "She is probably with Angela." Mia frowns moving her eyes from
After Sophia did a thorough inspection of Mia who perceptibly insisted on taken a shower first, confirmed that she was only a little dehydrated and gave her a sleeping tablet for apprehension and some ibuprofen to minimize the pain in her ribs where some bruises were still visible, which of course Mia insisted was not painful at all, but flinched a little when touched. Luckily she didn't have any severe or lasting damage, and no one drugged or raped her and to hear her say those words to Sophia was a blessing to my ears, but I was still intending on killing everyone that manhandled, slugged, and bruised her. They all are going to pay."How is Angela?" Mia asks concerned while Sophia writes down the prescription resulting in a quick pause. Something wasn’t right."There wasn’t much we could do." Sophia tilts her head as she upsurges her eyes to Mia. “She bled out before we were able to find the source of where she was bleeding. I am sorry honey." Sophia takes the piece of paper she jus
"What is all this?" Mia inquire very curious about what I obtained from the grocery store, glancing into the bag as I place it on the small kitchen counter next to the old stove. "I told you I was going to get us some food didn't I?" I swat away her hand from the bag that she tries to open. She was so inquisitive as always, but she seemed different, better. "I know." She removes her hand from the bag for a moment just to attempt at it again using the other hand this time. "I just thought that you were going to bring us Burgers or chips or something." She shrugs pulling out the bottle of extra virgin cooking oil which I remove from her hand and place on the counter. "Not fresh ingredients." She really does sound surprised as she tangles the diminutive bag of garlic cloves in the air. "Give me that." I once more remove the item from her hand placing it next to the oil. "Take this one." I shove the other bag towards her to empty it. "What is this?" A huge smile spread over her lovely
As the soft dawn hues brush against the horizon, I find myself drawn to the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar routine of making coffee. The previous night has been filled with turmoil, grief, and unexpected moments of connection, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm amidst the storm. As I enter the kitchen, a gentle hush settle over the house, permeating the air with a serenity that seems to hug me in its embrace. I glance around the spotless space, as if the remnants of the chaos from the previous night have been meticulously tidied away or never happened. Achille, the steadfast and caring presence in my life, has made sure that everything is in order before he departed. Job well done. A faint smile curve on my lips as I prepare the coffee, the rich aroma soon filling the kitchen. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing process echoe in the stillness, a gentle symphony that complement the emerging sunlight that starts to flood the room and just as I finish pouring the coffee int
Rather than attempt to keep my burning need for her under control like I know I should or at least to a middle-of-the-roader, I submit myself to it, rather encourage it to be be completely truthful. There is slight gentleness to none left in the kiss we share, but a clear discretion to conquer. My lips press hard against Mia's.My internal struggle, whether to turn her around and fuck her hard, force myself to be gentle with her or push her away is utterly hopeless.I walk her towards the bedroom wall drawing power from her quick and ineffective breaths that clearly indicates how much she wants this. Wants me! I slightly push her away from me, needing to look at her. To make sure she wants this, we stare at one another, both of us taking deep, erratic breaths. Where onetime there was remoteness there is now pain. I yank her from the wall and press her backwards onto the bed before I come out and tear the straps of her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. She slightly move a way fro
The air droop heavy with despair as my hands rhythmically apply chest compressions to Clarisse's lifeless body. The room is loaded with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of desperate breaths escaping my lips. I have given everything I have, pouring every ounce of strength into trying to breathe life back into Clarisse when suddenly, something shifts within me. A dreadful realization washes over me, casting a dark shadow upon my trembling heart. I glance at Clarisse's face, her vacant eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope that I know deep down had faded away. It is in this very moment that time seems to stand still for me and a chill crawl up my spine, a heaviness settling in my chest. The room around me becoming a mere backdrop to the overwhelming grief that consume my entire being. The world continue its chaotic dance, yet I feel completely detached from it all and with a shaking hand, I gently press my fingers against Clarisse's motionless wrist. No pulse. No warmth. Only a
The room fall into an eerie silence as Isabelle stand dead quiet, her eyes widened in shock. In her trembling hands, she is holding a gun, aimed directly at me. The weight of the moment drooping heavily in the air, as if time has frozen, and the mere act of breathing seems impossible. Mia's heart pounds loudly in her chest synchronize with mine as the fear for both me and herself course through my veins. In a split second, my instincts kick in and I knew I needed to protect Mia, no matter the cost. With a swift motion, I push her behind me, shielding her from the danger that loom before us. Mia fight against my protective grip, desperate to stand in front of me, to get between her mother and the man she loves."Mama, please, don't do this!" Mia's voice quivere with a mix of fear and desperation. She reach out, tears streaming down her face, longing to connect with her mother's humanity. But I stand firm, my eyes crammed with a combination of judgement and despair. I cannot let Mia ste
Achille's entrance is abrupt, catching me off guard as I release Maya from her pain. My eyes meet Achille's, and in this brief moment, we share an unspoken understanding. Achille approach me, his steps echoing in the room as his gaze never leave Maya's lifeless body lying on the bed. Without a word, Achille places a supportive hand on my shoulder, offering me both physical and emotional strength. We stand side by side, when I break the silence. "She looks so much like Mia, doesn't she?" My voice is filled with a blend of sorrow and recollection, reminding me of the parallel journey we had all been on and he nods, agreeingly, my eyes briefly dart towards him, before returning to the bed where Maya lies."Yes, Ben, she does. Seeing her like this stirs unwanted feelings of Mia, and how she suffered. But Mia is safe now, with Tomasso," he whisper, desperately clinging to the image of hope. Our shared connection deepen as Achille squeezes my shoulder, silently conveying my support and unde
Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.As we approach, the security team divide into smaller groups, each assigned to different sections of the estate's electronic surveillance system. They move swiftly, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Carefully avoiding any motion sensors, they expertly disable the cameras one by one, their actions seamless and silent, while me, Achille, and Tomasso remain still, our hearts poundi
I storm out of Dr. Reynolds' office, my face twisted with anger as I yank open the car door and slam myself inside. Achille, sitting behind the wheel, I imagine, notices my intense demeanorand bracing himself for what's to come. Tomasso, sitting in the backseat, is all too eager to join in the action. "Achille, get everyone ready. We're going on a saving mission. We're bringing Mia home, no matter what it takes." I order my voice mirroring my anger and Achille accustomed to my strong-willed nature, nods with unwavering determination."Understood, Brother. I'll assemble the team right away. We're with you, every step of the way." He nod as he starts to scroll across the screen sending our a broadcast message.Tomasso, unable to contain his excitement, chimes in with a hint of humor and an enormous grin on his face. "Finally, a real adventure! I've been waiting for this moment, Ben. Ready to rescue damsels in distress!"Achille chuckles, realizing the gravity of the situation yet apprec
Achille appears to be very frustrated and determined as he takes a step closer to me as I take in a deep breath in an attempt to get my breathing under control. "Ben, listen. I phoned Manfredio. I had to try to reach Mia, to know if she's safe. But he denied my attempts, he wouldn't let me see her." "Are you out of your fucking mind, Achille? What were you thinking? You've put Mia in danger by contacting Manfredio! How could you do something so reckless?" Anger burst through me and my voice rise as a result. "I know, Ben! I know I took a risk by reaching out to Manfredio. But I had to try! We've exhausted all our options, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing while Mia is missing." Achilles tries to defend himself taking in a deep breath as he acknowledges my anger."Did he say anything? Is Mia okay?" I question him hopefully. "No, Ben. He didn't say a word about Mia's well-being. But I'm telling you this now so that you know Manfredio might be expecting you. When you do deci
I stand in the crowded and vibrant nightclub's kitchen, music booming in the background when I take out my phone and dials Achille's number. "Ciao, brother. What's up? Why are you calling me when you know it is time for my novela and what is that noise in the background?" His voice ring into the phone laced with some humor. "Brother, you won't believe it, man. I'm at the club, and something incredible has happened. I need your help, and I have some new information to share with you regarding Mia.""Woah, slow down, Ben." He interject. "Take a deep breath and start from the beginning. What happened and are you okay? You sound... Different." Even over the phone Achille notices that I am not one hundred percent completely myself."I can't explain it, Achille. I'm not feeling like myself tonight. It's... It's something I cannot explain." I lie, and poorly at it too."You don't say?" I can hear the judgment in his voice, maybe mixed with some concern. "That's...unexpected. Are you sure ev