Massimo’s POV I walked round the scene and discovered how messy it was. I never thought someone like Viktor would have the guts to take his own life. I turned to the men who stood behind me. “Take him away, he’s got to be burned,” I commanded and just then, Romeo called my attention. “Boss, I’m sorry to ask, you need us to burn his body and not bury him?” He inquired. His face was curious and the flesh on his forehead was wrinkled, his eyes were wide open. “You heard me clearly, you’ve got to do as I say, take this damn dead rat away from my presence and make sure you burn his body. I’ll love to see a video of it,” “Massimo, there’s actually no need for that, I felt maybe we could just dispose of him in the swamp or maybe just ask the men to take him back to the Mother earth,” he said, his hands folded as he casted a confusing stare at me and waited my response. “You don’t have to play games with me Romeo, I gave you an order and you’ve got to follow that, I don’t need to talk fu
Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so good. I stood to my feet, feeling so drowsy, I gave out a gigantic yawn. My eyes flipped twice and I listened for a moment. It was so quiet that day. It felt like everyone inhabiting the premises had ran off. I felt like the only one in the whole since I could hear the sound of a pin which fell t
Massimo’s POV. The Cosa Nostra would be having a meeting in a couple of minutes and this was to discuss the recent blackmails and spies across the city. It wasn’t news anymore that the governor was now an enemy to the mafia and he'd do everything it took to bring us down, in every possible way he could. I walked right to my mirror in my office while I had a close stare at my outfit for the meeting. My yellow blazers and black tie matched the event. I held my spectacles, worth over two hundred dollars, in my left hands while I casted a sharp wink at the reflection on the mirror. ‘You’re such a dish, Massi,’ I muttered as I stood with my right hands in my pocket. I walked down to the table and turned on the music box which was already connected to my phone via Bluetooth. ‘What song would I play now…’ I whispered as I scrolled through my phone to find any of my nicest music to play. I finally stumbled on my best song, it's a song by Eminem-‘I’m not afraid’. I could listen to that son
Massimo’s POV. “Come on, we’re going to be late, aren’t you done with the make-up?” I called out to Anastasya from the other side of her door while I waited and knocked mildly. I wasn’t ready to move out late for the birthday party of Donald Duke, a renowned member of the Cosa Nostra. I walked down to the living room with my briefcase and my cigarette which was on my left hand while I blew the harsh white air. The time was already 6:24PM, and Duke’s residence was about 20 minutes from here. Maybe we’ll get there before the occasion begins at exactly 7PM sharp, and that’s if we’re on time. I watched the Television for a while before the door opened and Romeo entered. He looked smarter than I even imagined. How white and black attire and his glasses. I nodded at the sight of his scabbard which had his gun in it.“You’re stunning, man. I think you’ll need a very quick snapshot,” I remarked as he beamed with a smile and posed in a camera shot. I laughed. “And I think you’re ready to t
Massimo's POVI watched her walk in, her light-skinned dress hugging her curves in all the right places. My eyes narrowed, and I felt my adrenaline spike as I salivated at the sight of her. Time seemed to pause for a few seconds as she walked into the room. She walked straight to the usher, grabbed a glass of wine, and then made her way towards me, a quick smile playing on her lips.As she approached, I couldn't help but notice the way the light danced across her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. Her eyes sparkled, and I felt my heart skip a beat as our gazes met."Hello, Mr. Duke," she smirked, casting a lustful wink in my direction.I whispered into Duke's ear, "You didn't tell me you invited my ex-girlfriend."Duke's eyes were fixed on Rosalia as he replied in a whisper, "I didn't. I'm surprised she showed up. Maybe she needed a reunion with you."I tried to avoid her gaze, but it was impossible.Her transparent dress displayed a l
Ana’s POV. “Ouch! Take it easy,” I exclaimed as she dressed my wounds. She was so skilled at it and needed me to sit still and not have her distracted on her job. “Ana, what is the meaning of this? was I the one who asked you to go and pick a fight with Rosalia?” Isabel questioned as she held the plaster on her hands and the scissors and iodine which was used on the surface of the wound. It was almost what one could call- ‘Brutal’, the fight between Rosalia Hazelwood and I. I wondered what manner of lady she was. She was so strong and during the fight, she stiffened her body that I couldn’t even pull her to the ground after I held her waist. “Come on, aren’t you seeing that it’s painful? Why are you even trying to go hard on me even when I’m suffering already?” I replied, my face kept sour while she stared back. I could tell she wasn’t really happy I sounded that way, she kept mute and frowned. Her brows furrowed while she dropped the scissors in her hands, same as the iodine. She
Massimo’s POV.The room was so quiet. I sat still and tried to see if I’ll be able to take an online course on Amazon before the door opened. I turned immediately and beheld his stormy gaze. His eyes got stock on mine as he exhaled and walked towards where I sat. I observed my heart race but couldn’t point my fingers at it, maybe because it was the first time he talked since the incident at Duke’s birthday. He held me steady and stared directly into my eyes. I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wo
Massimo’s POV. I sat at the balcony and imagined the serenity of the boulevard, with no enemy on my path. I held the cigarette on my left and had a glass of whiskey on my right. I felt the size of the red hat on my head as I nodded to the gentle breeze of the evening while I had my gaze at the manservants and maidens of the premises as they walked to and fro, performing their obligation. I was so intrigued at the nature of the calmness of our home. It seemed everyone was lost, except the few maidens who I spotted below. I felt a vibration in my pocket and that was from my phone. I kept the glass of whiskey on the railing which had a flat surface and brought it out to take a look. My eyes flashed at the first notification which came from my right hand man; Romeo. ‘Where are you, boss?’ I beamed my face with a smile as I texted back. ‘The balcony, eastern wing, second floor,’ The message was sent as soon as possible and I nodded to the ‘bing-bing sound which came off the phone,’ W
Massimo’s POVBeing intrigued by the meeting was my thing. I stood at the bar and tried to adjust the collar of my dress as I heard the phone on the bed ring out loud. I wasn’t hesitant to take the call since I knew what awaited me for the day. “Massimo,” I heard Isabel’s Voice as she called me downstairs. “What is the problem,” I replied as I quickly walked down to the window and peeped through to see the white Mercedes which was parked just in front of the gate. It was so surprising to see the flag and logo of the New York State boldly stamped on the bonnet. “Who the hell is that?” I inquired. Isabel’s voice turned shrill and I could feel the tension in me as she continued. My heart raced right away. “I think it has to be someone from the government house, maybe.” “And maybe that could be Baize, I was just trying to imagine the governor with me in the same room in the meeting and just now I’m seeing his party…” ‘Knock, Knock!’ That was the sound on my door. I tightened the lac
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Massimo’s POV I stood on my balcony, sipping my tea and gazing out at the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. I felt a sense of calm over me as I breathed in the evening air. Just as I was getting lost in thought, Rome walked and stood beside me."The flowers are ready," he said, his voice low and serious. I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Those flowers weren't ordinary flowers. They were a part of my business, a means I used to traffic drugs around the country. I didn't have a retail outlet, but a network of people who helped us move our product.I took one last sip of my tea and set the cup down. "I'll be downstairs with them in a minute," I told Rome. He nodded and turned to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.As he walked away, I muttered to myself, thinking about all the things I'd been through. The struggles, the fights, the losses. But I'd always come out on top.I built this busines
Massimo’s POV. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and they landed on Vanesa and Marco standing by the garage. My gaze locked onto Vanesa's, and I could see the mix of emotions on her face. But as I took in the scene. The bruise on Marco's cheekbone was a stark reminder of the incident that had taken place. I walked towards them, my strides long and purposeful. Vanesa's face lit up with joy, and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Massimo!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Marco approached us, and we shook hands, his eyes acknowledging the tension between us.As I held Vanesa, I glanced over her shoulder and saw my Ana standing at the door of the building, a smile spreading across her face. "Ana?" I said. My eyes never left my wife's. Vanesa chuckled and stepped aside, allowing my wife to run towards me. She jumped into my arms, and I caught her, spinning her around in a circle. Tear
Vanesa’s POV. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that had been weighing me down since I hit Marco. My pride was swollen, and I didn't want to swallow it. Being so arrogant was my thing though, and I felt maybe that day, it would have to come to an end. I walked around the premises, trying to clear my head, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of the garage, where I knew Marco often took a seat to reminisce.I spotted him sitting on a bench, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. I approached him quietly and my face twisted in a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t walk to him because I felt so guilty and couldn’t do anything at all. All that mattered as I stood behind him was asking for his forgiveness right away and letting down my ego. I was astonished as he asked, "What do you want?" without even turning around.I was taken aback, surprised that he hadn't noticed me standing there. I walked around to his s
Isabel's POVI walked into the room, Vanesa following closely behind. The Governor's visit still lingered in my mind, and I could sense Vanesa's anxiety. As soon as we were alone, I turned to her and realized she followed behind."Isabel, what was that all about? Why did the Governor think he'd get away with talking to you like that?" She asked, trying to keep my tone in check.I sighed, looking away. "I don't know, Vanesa, why would you be acting this way? You aren’t supposed to hold me accountable because I just saved us. Just chill, okay? There's nothing we can do about it right now."She frowned, not satisfied with my response. "Chill? You want me to chill? He's threatening our family, Isa. He's trying to manipulate Massimo, and you're just going to roll over?"I sighed, my eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm just saying, Nesa, we can't do anything right now. We have to wait and see how Massimo handles it."I studied her expression, trying to read between the lines. Was she scar
Massimo's POVVodka and I stepped into the luxurious train, the serenity of the interior pricked my interest. The soft hum of the engine and the plush seats created a nice atmosphere, perfect for our discussion.As we sat, he turned to me, his expression serious. "So, Massimo, tell me more about Baize. What makes you think you can take him down even when he’s got the lead?"I leaned back in my seat, recalling the conversation. "I wanted to run for Governor in the next elections, so I went to him for counseling. But he refused to support me unless I gave him a third of my company and...my sister, Vanesa, in marriage."Vodka's eyes widened. "That's serious, Massimo. He's not just asking for business; he's asking for your family's loyalty."I nodded, my jaw clenched. "That's why I consider him an enemy. He's playing games, Vodka, and I won't let him win."I was so hurt. I felt the anger and rage in me erupt but I sat and tried to calm my nerves. The rumble of the train got my attention a
Massimo's POVI stared at my phone, my eyes were fixed on the picture that made my blood boil."Damn!" I shouted, I hit my fist on the table as I stumbled on the picture which displayed on my phone. It felt so surprising to see the Governor of the state, shaking hands with my sister Isabel.‘What was he playing at?’ I muttered, feeling a pang of rage. I felt so bad about it and thought maybe I should leave that damn place as soon as possible because it was looking so obvious that he’s going to deal with them pretty soon. The picture he took with her sounded like a warning and the extent he could go to prove himself to me. Vodka walked in with his dusty boots from the farm. "What's going on, Massimo?" he asked, noticing my frustration.I hesitated as I kept a longing stare at the phone after a quick glance at his direction, but Vodka's curious eyes made me share. "Look at this," I said, handing my phone over to him. His smile faded as he saw the picture. "Who is this guy?" he asked.