Ana’s POV.
I was in thought for so long as I laid on the bed in the room. I couldn’t imagine I would think about Vladimir that much. At first, I felt he deserved the rough treatment but after a while, I realized he was only trying to talk me into getting back to him but ended up being so unfortunate that night. Massi dealt with him mercilessly. I bit my lips and tried to hold up the stare at the chandelier before I heard a knock at my door and right away. I leaped in shock because it was a very hard knock. It sounded like thieves, I stood to my feet and rushed to the window where I picked up an umbrella in defense.
“Who’s there?!” I asked, as my voice shrill. My hands were fastened unto the umbrella while I stood and watched the door.
“It’s me,” the voice from the other side of the room rang. It was so sweet and like that of an early twenties. I felt at ease and knew for certain I wasn’t in danger at all. Maybe i’ll have to open up and see.
“Don’t you have a name?!”
“It’s me, Isabel, Massimo’s Sister,”
I relaxed myself and watched as she walked into the room. Her eyes were stuck at me and all of a sudden, she burst into an uncontrollable form of laughter. She laughed and fell directly on my bed. I wondered how possible that was because we hadn’t even connected in such a way before. I wasn’t up to a week and never even spoke to her but the way she reacted; it was something else.
“Isabel, why are you laughing and what gave you such an audacity to fall on my bed in such a manner?” I questioned as I held the Umbrella steady. It was looking so funny to her that she continued in her stream of laughter while I stared, looking so embarrassed.
“Maybe you’ll have to leave this room immediately, it seems laughing is all you came here for,”
“Oh, come on, you don’t have to chase me out of a room I occupied just last week, there’s nothing in this room that looks new to me,”
“Isabel, I think you’ll have to leave now, before I lose my temper,” I threatened as she chuckled and sneered.
“Such a ridiculous scenario, and wait a minute, don’t tell me that Umbrella was actually what you intend to use to defend yourself, because if it actually is, then you’re screwed, and why the hell would you even think you’re under attack?!”. She stood to her feet and walked directly to the balcony while I watched. She felt so relaxed and intimidating at the same time as she opened the mini refrigerator in my room and collected a bottle of water. I kept on wondering what gave her such an aura. She had a long gulp and turned back to me. “I want us to talk about the relationship you have with my brother.”
I tilted my head and dropped the umbrella this time. It was so unusual for me though, holding an umbrella and trying to use that as a means of self-defense.
“What has your brother got to do with this? and please, the next time you knock, do so gently, it would cost you absolutely nothing,”
“Hmm, I’ve heard you, Mistress,” She said in a cold stare and paid more emphasis on the last word; ‘Mistress,’.
“So, I just heard you and Massimo in a heated argument, what could have been the cause of such? And why would you just pick up an umbrella in self-defense? It felt like you were already prepared for some sort of danger which you perceived would come your way.”
“Isabel, what brought you down to my room, you haven’t told me why you’re here, you aren’t to have me interrogated in such a manner, I don’t like it at all, besides, whether I use an umbrella, it’s none of your business, you must learn to mind your own business! Why the hell am I even listening to you?! you’re just 21…”
“That’s going to be the part where we’ll have a problem, I am not 21, I’m two years older, don’t try to belittle me in my own father’s house, you don’t have to…”
“Shut the fuck up, girl, you walked in here and demanded we talked about your damn brother, what even makes you think that I feel happy to be here?! You feel I care about any of you folks here?! You must be joking, now if you don’t mind, leave this room at once!” I yelled and pointed at the door but to my surprise she stood stuck and watched me like an actual moron with her arms folded. She blinked and smirked before shaking her head in disappointment. “I thought maybe by now you would have come to give me the beating of my life, what’s keeping you?! She asked as she stood to her feet and had one more gulp from the bottle of water in her left hands. She walked past me to the refrigerator and I trapped the scent of her expensive fragrance, it was overwhelming and had this attractive smell. I admired that though but the friction between us wouldn’t let me confess that. I just had to stick to my pride.
“I think we’ll have to talk about this some other time, but just know one thing for sure, You’re here to stay forever and nothing is making you go back to your family, I believe he made a funny whisper to you at the altar, “You’re stuck here with us, you can’t win, Ana, just join us.” She smiled and threw the bottle which was now empty on the ground. “And oh, I forgot, the maidens would have that cleaned up when they’re here for their cleaning, so, don’t hold that against me, like I said, this room was once mine and I know how everything here works.” She said as she walked out of the room while I watched in regret. That wasn’t the usual me, I let her take the lead and parade herself like the actual goddess of the river,
‘Maybe we’ll get to see who the true goddess is..’ I muttered as I had my eyes stare at her angrily while she walked out of sight.
Massimo’s POV. "There are certain things you wouldn't understand, Ana," I said, my voice gentle. I stared at her and continued. "And if I don't go out tonight, we'll both be in trouble."Ana's eyes narrowed, her expression skeptical. "Who are you going to meet with, Massimo. I just saw my brother's name?" she asked, her voice firm. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "Just a close associate," I replied. "You shouldn't bother yourself with the details. You’ve said that before and you know I don’t trust your words,” But Ana wasn't having it. She looked like a storm about to break, her emotions simmering just below the surface. "I spoke with Nikolai a few minutes ago," she said, her voice low. "And he said he wasn't having anything to do with you, I see no reason why my own either would be lying to me concerning something which I’ve already caught him red handed."I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the coincidence. "Maybe he called me by mistake," I suggested, trying to dow
Ana’s POV. I sat in my room, packing my bags to leave the Cosa Nostra. The weight of my decision settled heavily on my shoulders as I thought about the uncertainty that lay ahead. How would I escape New York? What dangers would I face outside these walls? The questions swirled in my mind, but I knew I had to act. I couldn't stay here any longer, not after what I had discovered about Massimo and my brother, Nikolai.As I folded my clothes and placed them in my suitcase, my thoughts drifted to Nikolai. I needed to talk to him, to understand what was going on. I picked up my phone and dialed his number, my heart racing with anticipation.When he answered, I didn't waste any time. "You're a disappointment, Nikolai," I said, my voice firm. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear the surprise in his silence."Ana, what's going on?" he asked, his voice cautious. I tried to make sense of his tone, to understand what he was thinking. But before I could respond,
Massimo’s POV. I stood, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me. "Ana, please don't say that," I begged, my eyes pleading with her. "Don't threaten to leave me. I'll do anything to make this work." Ana's expression was unyielding, her eyes flashing with determination."I mean it, Massimo," she said, her voice firm. "I'll do more than just leave you. I'll make sure you regret underestimating me." I felt surprised as I realized the depth of her anger.Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the tense silence. I glanced at the screen, seeing Nikolai's name flash up. I didn't answer, letting it go to voicemail. Ana raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't you picking up?" she asked, her curiosity piqued."It's just a close associate," I said, trying to brush it off. But Ana's eyes narrowed. "Who is it?" she pressed, her voice insistent. I shook my head. "There's no point in telling you. It's not important."But Ana wasn't having it. She reached out, trying to grab the phone from my hands. "Let m
Massimo’s POVI stood on the balcony, looking out at the night sky. Marco joined me, and I turned to him with a serious expression. "Tonight, we're going on a private mission, Marco," I said, my voice low.Marco's eyes widened in surprise. "Tonight? What's the mission about, Massimo?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I raised an eyebrow, my expression firm. "Never question my authority again, Marco. You'll know what you need to know when you need to know it."Marco nodded, understanding the tone. "Yes, Massimo. I'll get ready." I nodded, my gaze drifting away from Marco to the figure of Martha walking across the courtyard. She was carrying a string of beads, her movements graceful.As I admired Martha, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I answered, and Nikolai Volkova's voice came through the line. “Boss, are you ready to move?" he asked, his voice crisp.I glanced at my watch, calculating the time. "I'll be with you in less than an hour, Nik," I replied, my voice confid
Ana’s POV. My phone hung up after a call. Martha looked at me with concern. "What's wrong, Ana? You look tense." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I was just trying to reach Marco. He's supposed to run an errand for me today and deliver a file from you to Massimo's office."Her expression turned thoughtful. "Ah, yes. Marco's been helpful, hasn't he?" I nodded, still feeling a bit frustrated. Isabel, who was sitting with us, chimed in. "I don't know how you trust Marco that much, Ana. He's always causing drama." I smiled wryly. "I know, Isa. But he's been loyal so far."I was surprised to see Rosalia Hazelwood enter the building. It was a shock to me as our eyes collided. We sat down, discussing the recent events and how Rosalia's actions had affected us. "She’s been taking Massimo's attention away from us, ," Isabel said, her voice laced with annoyance. "And making him the topic of the day." Rosalia listened calmly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I've just been trying to get what
Massimo’s POV. I sat in the vehicle, sipping on a glass of whisky and smoking a cigarette. Rome drove, his eyes fixed on the road. We were headed to meet one of my close associates, someone who could help us uncover more about the bomb in our secret drug barn.As we drove, I turned to Rome "Do you think this bomb was a warning?" I asked, my voice low. Rome's expression was thoughtful. "It's possible," he said. "But we need to be careful. We don't know who's behind this."Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and saw a text from Isabel. "The bomb might be linked to the Governor. Rosalia has some connection to him." My expression changed, and Rome noticed."What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. I took a deep breath before responding. "It's Isabel," I said, showing him the text. Rome's eyes scanned the message, his face grim."I always knew Rosalia had something going on that we don't know about," Rome said, his voice low. I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. Rosa