Luciano
*Gunshots, loud thuds*
“Congratulations, you’re now the head of your family. Long live the new boss.” I told the whimpering young boy in front of me after I had just shot his father and older brother. Their bodyguards were dead too, I let my men take care of the bodyguards. That’s what they get for questioning my orders.
I moved closer to the boy and whispered
“I hope, for your own sake, you don’t make the same mistake your predecessors made” his eyes were wide open and he was shaking all over as he watched in horror the lifeless bodies of his father and brother and bodyguards.
“Answer me when I am talking to you, boy”
“Ye…ye…yes sir”
“Good. Now run along” I told the boy.
“Make sure he gets home safely,” I told Milo, one of my most trusted men.
“Yes boss,” He said and left with the boy.
“Boss, the package has arrived” Luca announced, my other trusted man.
“Well, well, looks like the madman is serious about this deal” I scoffed.
“Ah, what do I do with Romano” I sighed massaging my temples. "Well boys, let's go receive the package"
"Il resto di voi ripulisce questo casino"
"The rest of you clean up this mess"
“Si capo”
"Yes boss"
"Andiamo," I told Luca and two of my other men
"Let's go"
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I arrived at the manor and there was indeed a package waiting for me. Romano is crazy.
It was bad enough that he was using his step-daughter as collateral, he even boxed her up like a doll but that’s not my problem, It’s their family’s business mine is to get valuable collateral for the huge amount Romano wanted to borrow from me.
I signed the papers Romano’s men gave me “Enjoy” They smirked and left.
Fucking psychos.
The lid of the box was suddenly kicked open and my men were quick to pull their guns out but I signaled them to lower their weapons.
Romano is crazy but not crazy enough to send me a threat.
Out of the box came a young lady dressed in a brown off-shoulder short gown that seemed to compliment her flawless olive skin. Her wavy brown hair flowed down her shoulders.
Green eyes, interesting.
She’s…pretty.
Her mouth was agape as she gawked at the living room of the mansion.
“Are you done?” One of the many things I am not is patient. She cleared her throat and composed herself.
“Where am I?” She asked.
“My manor”
“Where exactly?”
“Sicily”
“Of course,” She said as she tried to get out of the box, Luca tried to help her out but she refused.
“Can I have a phone?” She demanded, my brows pulled together surprised at her tone
“Look, in less than 24 hours I was kidnapped, missed a date with my long-time crush, had The Worst Seafood Risotto, and flew 12 hours in a box all because of this stupid arrangement you have with Romano. Now the last thing you want to do is piss me off. THE PHONE!” She spoke with an aura that emulates confidence and authority, and that made me more sure this girl was going to be trouble, even my men were surprised by the way she spoke.
I looked at Luca; he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said, turning to go somewhere more private.
My men were looking at me, astonished. I just killed a father and his son for questioning my orders, and now I just gave a girl who practically just ordered me a phone.
“Boss?” Luca called and I knew exactly what he wanted to say.
“Mi stai interrogando, Luca?” Of all my men, Luca is the closest to me.
"Are you questioning me, Luca?"
I have been training to be the boss ever since I was a kid and Luca trained alongside me together with my brother, Gio. But despite our closeness, he doesn't dare to question me, at least not in the presence of others.
“No boss” He replied with his head bowed low.
“Any word from Gio?” I asked.
“Nothing yet”
Gio went to California to investigate what Romano planned to do with the money he was getting from us. It was stated in the contract that he wanted to invest it in a new business venture but something felt wrong and I trust my instincts, it has never failed me.
Gio was supposed to be back yesterday but no one has heard from him for about a week now and I was getting worried. If anything were to happen to him our parents would roast my ass, especially my mother.
"Se entro la fine della giornata, non raggiunge, manda degli uomini a Los Angeles e prendi mio fratello"
“If by the end of the day, he doesn’t reach out send some men to Los Angeles and get my brother”
Gio can very well protect himself, he is a very skilled fighter but California isn’t exactly my territory, yet.
“Si signore”
"Yes sir"
“Thank you” Athena came back and handed Luca his phone.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t call the police” She said, addressing me. Her face seemed to be stained with tears and for a split second I was curious as to why she was crying but the curiosity faded as quickly as it came.
“Oh, I’m not worried. Have a seat. We’ve not been introduced properly” Who am I kidding? I knew everything about her even before she arrived.
“Athena Valerio.” She extended her right hand for a shake.
“Luciano Ballarino,” I said as I shook her hand.
“So Luciano, for this to work, we need to set some boundaries. I am Romano’s collateral but that doesn’t make me your slut. For the eight months that am going to be staying here, you can not touch me or…”
“Or what? You’ll call the police?” She's straightforward, I'll give her that but too straightforward for her good. It’s upsetting to have someone talk to me so bluntly, I wasn’t used to it and I hated it.
“Oh, I don’t need the police” Her response made me smirk.
“Don’t worry, I am not the type that touches a woman without her consent” I stood up and moved closer to her to whisper in her ear but I made sure not to make any skin contact
“They beg me to touch them” My voice was hoarse and I saw goose bumps broke out over her skin as she gulped. I smirked satisfied that I got the reaction I wanted.
"Is that all?" I asked
"For now," She said tossing her hair to the back. It seemed like she had gained her confidence back.
"Okay," I said and made my way out.
“She’s a tough one boss,” Luca said as we headed to my office.
“Lo so (I know), that’s probably why Romano picked her but I don’t care. She’s useless to me other than to be Romano’s collateral. Have the maids tend to her needs and you keep an eye on her, we don’t know what The Madman has got planned” Yeah she's pretty but I am not going to fuck the daughter of a madman
“Si, boss.”
Athena The box finally stopped moving after 12 hours of being shipped around in Romano’s private jet like a FRIGGING DOLL. I peep through the holes in the box and I saw Romano's men handing some documents to someone out of my view. I heard them say something like 'enjoy' and then I heard retreating footsteps. ‘Enjoy? What am I, pizza?’ That’s it, am done with this charade. I kicked the box open and wow this house is fineeee. The floor was made of marble, it had an elegant rug at the center and a beautiful chandelier hanging at the top. There were paintings on the wall. The whole place was a mix of traditional and modern styles, definitely my style. Forget the house these guys are finer. Gosh, Italian guys are THE hottest on the planet. Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t exactly all that bad. But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing he’s this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, a
AthenaOne of the maids brought me to a room I’m assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.“So, uhm… I’m Athena. What’s your name?” I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if I’m going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.“My name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right there” she said pointing at the corner of the room. “There are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.“Annnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Im’ma get ready whenever the fuck I want”A sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closet“Damn, their boss got good taste”I stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot I’d look for dinner and I stepped out, th
Athena The bright rays of sunshine that peeked through the curtain almost blinded me as my eyes fluttered open, making me squint. I woke up from a beautiful dream to a nightmare. It's BEEN THREE FUCKING MONTHS IN THIS HELL HOLE and I have completely lost my mind. I am more or less than a prisoner here. The first month was okay, you know, like taking a vacation. But now I see this place for what it is, HELL. I am not allowed to leave the house, I have nobody to talk to, the maids are stiff as fuck and don’t even let me get started on Luciano’s men, and as for Luciano, I haven’t seen him in weeks If I needed anything, I had to tell the maids and they’d convey it to Luciano. Do we even live in the same house? Yeah, I had access to the internet for my online classes, but other than that I couldn't do anything else, I had no access to social media and my life has been, I repeat, HELL. This is so not what I had signed up for. But amid all the emotional torture, I had a ray of sunshine
Athena I woke up panting like I just ran an ultra-marathon. I just had a nightmare that Romano found me and sold me to a mafia don, and I missed my graduation. Oh, it wasn’t a dream, it is my fucking reality, and I might just miss my own graduation. I massaged my temple and tried to calm down. I have to find a way to convince Luciano to let me go back to L.A., even if it is just for two weeks. “Dear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shi…frustrating and that I don’t miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.” After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast. I sluggishly walked down the grand marble stairs and into the dining room, where I was met with the delicious aroma of breakfast and the site of Luciano, Gio, and a few o
Athena I ran, I ran as fast as my short legs would take me. The last time I ran this fast was when I was trying to run from the policeman who wanted to take me back to Romano, ten years ago after I’d escaped from his mansion. Yeah, he had people there, and I didn’t know any better. Here I am again, running on this familiar street to the one person I know could get me the hell out of Sicily. I arrived in front of the familiar house, gasping for air. The house hasn’t really changed since the last time I was here, I just hope he still lives here. I didn’t think to ask for his current address the last time we spoke, I didn’t think I’d need it. Okay, let’s back it up a little shall we? I escaped from Luciano’s fortress but not with the book-shopping plan, yeah that didn’t work. Luciano’s men refused to let me out of the house but they volunteered to help me get what I needed after I took them on a little guilt trip. So while they were about to leave, I might have sneaked into their
Athena Dante got me out of Italy safely and I’m back in America, on my way home. He didn't go back to Italy though, he said he'd stick around for a bit to make sure we were safe pending the time I decide whether or not I'll tell my Mom about Romano, and couldn't be more grateful. It’s a weekend, I’m sure Sophie’s home. I arrived at my apartment and knocked on the door. I heard Sophie’s voice asking whose there, I couldn’t believe how happy I was to hear her annoying voice. She opened the door and contrary to the hugs and kisses I was expecting, the bitch tit-punched me. “What the fuck Sophie?!” I groaned “’I’ll call you as soon as possible?’ Bitch it’s been four fucking months. I had to lie to everyone that you were on some self-introspection journey somewhere in Africa and mom, she kept on asking about you and I had to cook up a new story every Thursday whenever she called and I was so fucking worried about you that I even thought of flying to Italy.” Sophie fumed “I’m sorry ok
Athena “SHUT THE FUCK UP” After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. “That another alarm clock?” And that’s my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.Sophie is literally the worst best thing that can happen to you. “Seriously girl, you gotta stop throwing those clocks, it’s the fifth one this month” “MIND YOUR BUSINESS” I yelled. I know throwing those clocks is not exactly how I should turn them off but it's just so satisfying to throw ‘em. “Girl, I'm ma swim to Bikini Bottom and get you Spongebob's alarm clock,” she said, her annoying ass was on my bed trying to get me out of my super comfy bed, what’s funny is that the bed wasn’t even this comfy last night. “Get up, get up, get up” She was shaking th
Athena I woke up sandwiched between two huge men. “What the fuck is going on?” I yelled but no response. “If it’s money y'all want, you’ve got the wrong girl, cause the only family I got is a dead bit broke” Okay, that’s a lie, Sophie's mom, my mom is filthy rich. She got a lot of money from the divorce from her ex-husband and invested it in pretty much everything and now she's a very successful businesswoman but let's hope they don't know that. No reaction from them Hold on, are they deaf? ‘Oh no, do they know that I was lying? I don’t think am being kidnapped for ransom. Was I being taken by human traffickers? Were they going to sell my organs? Or worse, was I going to be sold into prostitution? Hell no, I would rather be sold piece by piece.’ At this point, I was so frigging scared, my thoughts were running a thousand miles per second but I tried to calm myself down and think less negatively. Maybe this was Dylan’s twisted way of being romantic, or maybe Sophie was playing
Athena Dante got me out of Italy safely and I’m back in America, on my way home. He didn't go back to Italy though, he said he'd stick around for a bit to make sure we were safe pending the time I decide whether or not I'll tell my Mom about Romano, and couldn't be more grateful. It’s a weekend, I’m sure Sophie’s home. I arrived at my apartment and knocked on the door. I heard Sophie’s voice asking whose there, I couldn’t believe how happy I was to hear her annoying voice. She opened the door and contrary to the hugs and kisses I was expecting, the bitch tit-punched me. “What the fuck Sophie?!” I groaned “’I’ll call you as soon as possible?’ Bitch it’s been four fucking months. I had to lie to everyone that you were on some self-introspection journey somewhere in Africa and mom, she kept on asking about you and I had to cook up a new story every Thursday whenever she called and I was so fucking worried about you that I even thought of flying to Italy.” Sophie fumed “I’m sorry ok
Athena I ran, I ran as fast as my short legs would take me. The last time I ran this fast was when I was trying to run from the policeman who wanted to take me back to Romano, ten years ago after I’d escaped from his mansion. Yeah, he had people there, and I didn’t know any better. Here I am again, running on this familiar street to the one person I know could get me the hell out of Sicily. I arrived in front of the familiar house, gasping for air. The house hasn’t really changed since the last time I was here, I just hope he still lives here. I didn’t think to ask for his current address the last time we spoke, I didn’t think I’d need it. Okay, let’s back it up a little shall we? I escaped from Luciano’s fortress but not with the book-shopping plan, yeah that didn’t work. Luciano’s men refused to let me out of the house but they volunteered to help me get what I needed after I took them on a little guilt trip. So while they were about to leave, I might have sneaked into their
Athena I woke up panting like I just ran an ultra-marathon. I just had a nightmare that Romano found me and sold me to a mafia don, and I missed my graduation. Oh, it wasn’t a dream, it is my fucking reality, and I might just miss my own graduation. I massaged my temple and tried to calm down. I have to find a way to convince Luciano to let me go back to L.A., even if it is just for two weeks. “Dear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shi…frustrating and that I don’t miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.” After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast. I sluggishly walked down the grand marble stairs and into the dining room, where I was met with the delicious aroma of breakfast and the site of Luciano, Gio, and a few o
Athena The bright rays of sunshine that peeked through the curtain almost blinded me as my eyes fluttered open, making me squint. I woke up from a beautiful dream to a nightmare. It's BEEN THREE FUCKING MONTHS IN THIS HELL HOLE and I have completely lost my mind. I am more or less than a prisoner here. The first month was okay, you know, like taking a vacation. But now I see this place for what it is, HELL. I am not allowed to leave the house, I have nobody to talk to, the maids are stiff as fuck and don’t even let me get started on Luciano’s men, and as for Luciano, I haven’t seen him in weeks If I needed anything, I had to tell the maids and they’d convey it to Luciano. Do we even live in the same house? Yeah, I had access to the internet for my online classes, but other than that I couldn't do anything else, I had no access to social media and my life has been, I repeat, HELL. This is so not what I had signed up for. But amid all the emotional torture, I had a ray of sunshine
AthenaOne of the maids brought me to a room I’m assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.“So, uhm… I’m Athena. What’s your name?” I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if I’m going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.“My name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right there” she said pointing at the corner of the room. “There are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.“Annnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Im’ma get ready whenever the fuck I want”A sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closet“Damn, their boss got good taste”I stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot I’d look for dinner and I stepped out, th
Athena The box finally stopped moving after 12 hours of being shipped around in Romano’s private jet like a FRIGGING DOLL. I peep through the holes in the box and I saw Romano's men handing some documents to someone out of my view. I heard them say something like 'enjoy' and then I heard retreating footsteps. ‘Enjoy? What am I, pizza?’ That’s it, am done with this charade. I kicked the box open and wow this house is fineeee. The floor was made of marble, it had an elegant rug at the center and a beautiful chandelier hanging at the top. There were paintings on the wall. The whole place was a mix of traditional and modern styles, definitely my style. Forget the house these guys are finer. Gosh, Italian guys are THE hottest on the planet. Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t exactly all that bad. But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing he’s this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, a
Luciano *Gunshots, loud thuds* “Congratulations, you’re now the head of your family. Long live the new boss.” I told the whimpering young boy in front of me after I had just shot his father and older brother. Their bodyguards were dead too, I let my men take care of the bodyguards. That’s what they get for questioning my orders. I moved closer to the boy and whispered “I hope, for your own sake, you don’t make the same mistake your predecessors made” his eyes were wide open and he was shaking all over as he watched in horror the lifeless bodies of his father and brother and bodyguards. “Answer me when I am talking to you, boy” “Ye…ye…yes sir” “Good. Now run along” I told the boy. “Make sure he gets home safely,” I told Milo, one of my most trusted men. “Yes boss,” He said and left with the boy. “Boss, the package has arrived” Luca announced, my other trusted man. “Well, well, looks like the madman is serious about this deal” I scoffed. “Ah, what do I do with Romano” I sighe
Athena I woke up sandwiched between two huge men. “What the fuck is going on?” I yelled but no response. “If it’s money y'all want, you’ve got the wrong girl, cause the only family I got is a dead bit broke” Okay, that’s a lie, Sophie's mom, my mom is filthy rich. She got a lot of money from the divorce from her ex-husband and invested it in pretty much everything and now she's a very successful businesswoman but let's hope they don't know that. No reaction from them Hold on, are they deaf? ‘Oh no, do they know that I was lying? I don’t think am being kidnapped for ransom. Was I being taken by human traffickers? Were they going to sell my organs? Or worse, was I going to be sold into prostitution? Hell no, I would rather be sold piece by piece.’ At this point, I was so frigging scared, my thoughts were running a thousand miles per second but I tried to calm myself down and think less negatively. Maybe this was Dylan’s twisted way of being romantic, or maybe Sophie was playing
Athena “SHUT THE FUCK UP” After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. “That another alarm clock?” And that’s my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.Sophie is literally the worst best thing that can happen to you. “Seriously girl, you gotta stop throwing those clocks, it’s the fifth one this month” “MIND YOUR BUSINESS” I yelled. I know throwing those clocks is not exactly how I should turn them off but it's just so satisfying to throw ‘em. “Girl, I'm ma swim to Bikini Bottom and get you Spongebob's alarm clock,” she said, her annoying ass was on my bed trying to get me out of my super comfy bed, what’s funny is that the bed wasn’t even this comfy last night. “Get up, get up, get up” She was shaking th