Mirabella's PovMy demands flood his eyes with desperation, causing the hazel orbs to darken. I don’t break his stare when I slowly slide off the bed on my feet and begin to slowly, seductively discard my dress.I slide the sleeves down my shoulders and drag the stretchy, tight material down until it’s pooled around my ankles.I reach for my bra next, smiling in mischief when my husband’s eyes tightens harder, a grunt escaping him.The lacy bra falls to the ground. And I am left in nothing but my thong.Yep, I pulled it back up earlier.My husband’s breathing grows erratic and unsteady. Two steps brings him extremely close to me, causing me to force in a sharp gasp at the close proximity of our bodies.“Turn around for me, baby.” He says, his voice hushed. I obey his demand. His body pushes me forward until my knees touch the edge of the bed. He whispers again, “lie down on your stomach and put your hands behind your back.”I don’t waste any time to obey. I lie on my stomach, my wrist
Matteo’s PovIt is not the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and into my eyes that wakes me from the most enjoyable sleep which I’m having with my wife wrapped around me. It is the vibration of my phone.Inhaling a deep breath, I let go of my wife’s body and turn to the side, sorting to reach for the device.Messages from Amir.Amir is a friend of mine who does certain kinds of favors for me. Deadly favors. He has no direct affiliation to the Mafia, but he makes certain to be here whenever I need him.Even Mirabella knows nothing of his existence and I intend to keep it that way.Marcelo was last seen boarding a private flight to Tesoro Azul. It is believed that he made a stop between Escalera and Chuparosa. He wasn’t traveling alone, but I’m yet to discover the identities of his companions. More information will be—The bed shifts, Mirabella’s small moan while she stretches herself awake flooding into my ears. “Matteo,” she murmurs wordlessly, her voice rough and tired. “W
Mirabella's PovSuch a dutiful wife I am. It’s laughable how I just said yes to that very difficult demand when my gut and my mind were screaming at me to say no.I wanted to refuse him, yet, I couldn’t. Because he was so close to me, so much so the warmth of his body invaded my senses and took control of my mind.I let him go out there. I let him go on a hunt for a deadly criminal whose only life’s purpose is to end his life. Our lives. I let him put his life at risk knowing how impulsive he gets when things don’t go his way.I nodded my head to his request and now, I am drowning in paranoia.“Mamà,” my daughter’s voice slices through my ears, startling me back into reality. I smile at her, ruffling her hair. “Are you okay?” She asks further, her lips forming a pout.“I’m alright, baby. Did you need something?”She grumbles. “We were playing a game and you just stopped.”A sigh resounds. It's my son, Mariano. And he looks so laid back, almost bored and uninterested. “Stop bothering h
Matteo's PovI have come to a conclusion that spending months away from doing the job I was trained to do has somehow contributed to the drift of my mind.I was born with a purpose. To head my family, to be a dangerous man, to keep feelings aside and deal without mercy. All through the course of my life, I have tried to stay focused on my duty and follow the path which was curated for me by the people who were before me.It was easy to spill blood and ruin people until Mirabella, my wife came along. From the moment she warmed her way into my heart, It has become as though this world of blood and chaos holds no water in my life anymore. As though I continuously seek out the peace and quiet.And ever since discovering about my kids and surviving multiple gunshot wounds, I have become more desperate for that peace and quiet.Which is why now, twenty four hours after leaving Italy for Mexico in search of another blood to spill, my mind has gone far far away from here. Instead of preparing
Mirabella’s PovMIRABELLAIt’s been over one hundred and forty eight hours since my husband left for Mexico in search of my father, and it’s been forty eight hours since he arrived at the Denaro estate but has refused to come and see me—his family.He’s stalling.Something must be keeping him away.Perhaps he discovered Helen’s visit and the reason behind it. Maybe he’s stalling in order to get his act right, tighten loose ends, and manufacture more ways to manipulate the situation. To manipulate me.As heartbreaking as it is, I guess it’s time I embraced the true nature of the man I married.It is true that he might love me, but his affection for me doesn’t change the fact that he is a monster through and through.It’s another day, and I’m once again setting up the table for lunch. It was his request; that I make him a nice meal and wait for his return.I have made nice meals two days in a row, and he’s yet to come to me.Today will be the last.If he doesn’t come home today, I’ll kn
Mirabella’s PovMy bones wobble, my footsteps unstable, staggering as they lead me back into the main house.In my mind are thoughts of my father’s words, as well as thoughts of my husband’s ex-mistress.Will Matteo truly do the unthinkable to keep this union standing?Would he hurt the people he loves if it means keeping this relationship intact?If so, then this is not love. This is a sickly obsession. And I do not want such for myself.A stray tear sort to make its way down my cheek. I gently wipe it away as I expel shallow exhales before pushing open the door and walking into the manor.Plates still clink, echoes of laughter filling the space. They’re still eating. It’s good thing that he’s occupied for I do not want his attention at this moment. I just need some time to myself.But he somehow feels my presence while I try to tiptoe through the space and up the stairs.“Mirabella,” excited voice calls for me and I freeze, my breathing catching in my throat.I don’t answer his call
Matteo's PovThere’s a rage that sizzles through my bones. The same rage that weakens my bones, yet, they’re as strong. The same rage which weakens my heart, yet, makes it so fierce. The same rage which has sent my mind into an overwhelming sense of disbelief and despair and loathe.All of those despicable feelings are directed towards one person.The man whom I’m storming through the compound into the holding cell to have a chat with.As my footsteps echo across the long hallway, my wife’s father’s laughter begins to echo. He knows I am coming, and he knows why I am coming.And the sick man somehow finds pleasure in it; in the fact that he’s close to completely ruining my family.It aggravates me.I should have just severed his tongue when we caught him. Bloody disgusting man.When I enter into his cell and find his teeth on display as he grins widely at me, I charge at him with a growl.My fist plummets his face, unending cuss words spilling from my mouth.“Idiota,” slam.“Sciocco,”
Mirabella's PovSpoons and plates clink, my children’s little voices pass through my ears like soft whispers as they throw their tantrums, my husband chews his food loudly—an effort to infuriate me.Even with the unspoken words and unexpressed anger looming over my husband and I, we find ourselves sitting at the dinner table, trying to force smiles on our faces for the sake of our children.Not like they care, considering that they’re munching on their dinner and chattering away as though we do not exist. Still, we hope to create a good example for them.As the meal goes on, the silence between my husband and I becomes more and more uncomfortable. It’s my daughter, Mariana who looks up from her plate first, her eyes meeting mine. Furrowing her brows, she looks between her father and I before refocusing on her food.For a moment, she leans into her brother, whispering something into his ear. Mariano snickers, his eyes stealing a quick glance at his father.I shift uncomfortably in my se