Viviana stepped off the subway, the scent of greasy food and damp concrete in the air. A bright smile alongside her tired look was on her face as she made her way towards her destination, her boyfriend, Ryan's apartment. She had spent years building a life far from her family in Italy, far from the Bellini name that carried as much weight as it did bloodshed. She just wanted a life away from the bloody life for once and she decided to come to school in New York for a change.
Here in New York, she was the charming, easygoing girl with dreams of a normal life. And all of it revolved around her boyfriend, Ryan. Although he was in the mafia and she was aware of it, he wasn't aware of her true identity and just flaunted his, but she didn't mind.
Ryan had promised her an indoor date tonight after a day of her working as an intern again. The thought of a simple dinner, maybe with a bottle of wine made her excited and eager to relax in his arms.
She reached the apartment, clicking the door open gently and Viviana stepped in, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the hardwood. Soft murmurs came from the room and she thought to surprise him by arriving unannounced. With a smile, she approached the half open door but stopped as she peered inside, her breath catching.
The murmurs she heard turned into moans. Ryan was there, his lean, tattooed body pressed against Lila, her best friend. Their bodies weren't just pressed against each other, it was obvious they were in the middle of sex. Her moans filled the air along side her shaky voice.
“Ooohh, I love you Ryan…” she breathed, her eyes rolling backwards.
“Damn… you're much better than my girlfriend.” He breathed, thursting deeper into her.
Viviana stood there disgusted, her grip on the doorframe tightened until her knuckles turned white. Her first instinct was to burst in but she knew it wasn't going to stop anything and this wasn't the place and time. Why not let them enjoy themselves? She thought.
Instead, she stepped back, her movements quiet. She left the apartment without a word, the scene she just came across buried into her mind, reminding her it was all too good to be true in the first place. Lower ranked and arrogant men like Ryan would always have something to do with outside relationship affairs.
In Viviana's apartment, a glass of untouched wine sat on the table untouched in front of her. Her hands were steady as she disassembled and cleaned her sniper rifle, clicking them all in place with satisfaction.
“It's been a while, my love.” She said to her rifle, her eyes gleaming with danger and excitement. Who dares to betray Viviana Bellini and get away with it? No one.
The next morning, Viviana sat in Lila's favorite cafe simply dressed in her pajamas. For someone who saw her boyfriend cheating on her, she was extremely unbothered about it. She sipped her coffee casually, the timer on her wrist counting down to something.
Lila arrived right on time, her long legs striding confidently towards the counter and Viviana's eyes didn't even bother trailing her with her eyes. She knew what she would do next. Lila stood there flirting with the barista, her laughter echoing through the small shop.
Viviana slipped out of the cafe into the alley behind the cafe. She lit herself a cigarette as she took her already set up sniper from the bag seated on the roof of the building she was aiming from. The sniper was custom made and the deadliest anyone could find. It never fails to finish its job since she started using it.
Through the scope, she watched Lila exit the cafe, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Tossing her cigarette in her ashtray, she readied herself. Lila paused on the sidewalk, her phone pressed to her ear. She was smiling, unaware of the approaching danger.
Viviana's hand hovered over the trigger and without hesitation, she pulled it.
The shot rang out, sharp and precise, hitting Lila straight in the skull.
Lila crumpled to the ground, her coffee spilling across the pavement in a dark stain. The bystanders screamed, chaos erupting as they scrambled for cover. A sneer found its way to Viviana's lips as she dismantled the rifle in seconds. The thrill she hadn't felt in years came gushing down her spine, it was cold yet soothing and she loved it.
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Later that evening, Ryan sat alone in his apartment, a bottle of whiskey before him as he went through the picture of Lila's dead body there on the pavement. He had sent his men out immediately he got the news to search for whoever did it because it might be linked to him but they found not even a speck of clue which was really unusual.
He smashed the glass in his hand, shards cutting through his palm. Irritation and frustration overwhelming him. Not only because his rivals might have gotten to him but his sex thing had just died, gone forever.
He poured himself another drink, the amber liquid burning his throat as his thoughts wandered to Viviana. He didn't see her last night and she refused to pick his calls but he saw traces of her coming in even though he wasn't sure. Could it be?
But no, that's impossible. Viviana was too sweet, too innocent to arrange this.
Or so he thought.
As his thoughts wandered towards her, his phone buzzed as a message from Viviana got in.
“I'm leaving New York. We're done.”
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“You can't leave like this.” He said, cornering her outside her apartment. “You didn't even say anything beforehand and you're just leaving now with a simple text?”
She stared at him, popping a cigarette in her mouth as a cold smirk placed itself on her lips. This was the first time he had seen her smoke and she looked like she was accustomed to it which took him back. How much does he even know her.
“That isn't the issue now, she can't leave just after Lila died. I can't lose two women on the same day.” He thought, before speaking out, grabbing her arms tightly. “Did I do anything wrong? We've been together all this while and see, I even plan on proposing soon.”
He thought there would be a gleam of something in her green eyes but it was just a cold look of hatred and disgust which sent chills down his spine unconsciously.
“Do I look like I care?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him, taking out the cigarette in her mouth. “I think it's high time we left each other Ryan and you can go ahead to enjoy other girls as you please.”
“What are you talking about? You're the only…”
He stopped with the glare she threw him. “You can't go, Viviana. If you leave, I'll search for you and get back with you no matter what you do.” His tone came out threateningly this time, exposing his real intent.
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, her green eyes unflinching as her eyes met with his. “If I see you
again, Ryan. I won't hesitate to kill you.”
Viviana stepped off the plane, taking the familiar sight around her in. Italy had always been beautiful but she was either too busy training or helping her father with a thing or two to fully enjoy its beauty. The car waiting for her, a black sleek car with golden touches which was the Bellini family's snugnature car. One might wonder why a mafia organization would announce their presence as the Bellini family does but the family didn't really give a damn. The driver nodded curtly, holding the door open for her. The Bellini estate was just as Viviana remembered it– grand, and imposing. The sprawling villa sat atop a hill, its white walls gleaming under the Italian sun as her oricat car approached the huge gates. The place she was raised and spent most of her life in. Viviana didn't really think she could ever get enough of its beauty. “Young madam,” the maids, guards and attendants bowed as she stepped out of the car, looking through the environment with a lazy stretch. “Welcome h
Viviana hadn't really planned on causing any trouble her first day back in Italy but she wasn't just going to sit and let herself get married off to some Conte family businessman. The instant she got out into the city, she turned her phone off, not bothering to ditch her car for fear of being tracked because she knew her credit cards would be found out anyway. It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by
Viviana walked down the hallway leading out of her room. She was dressed in a beautiful white short and fitted gown and her hair done in a messy bun with hair accessories in it. She glanced outside through the glass walls to see lines of cars in front of the house which didn't belong to the Bellini family. She could only guess the Conte were here. Heading out towards the main living room, she could hear her father's laughter as he spoke to someone. Descending the grand stairway, Viviana scanned the living room and her eyes finally fell on the individual seated on a single sofa with his legs crossed. He was dressed in a suit and his dark hair was neatly combed. He had a calm yet deadly aura excluding from him. She knew he was definitely the Raffaele Conte she was getting shipped off with. As Viviana got a good look at his face, she paused in her step, making everyone in the room turn their attention to her. And when the man turned to look at her, she felt like everything was playing
The black SUV hummed softly as it smoothly rolled through the gates of the Conte estate. They've been seated in the car for what felt like hours to Viviana but she couldn't grumble. Who would have thought a few days after arriving from New York, she'll have to be on another trip. The property sprawled across acres of land, not hesitating to show the wealth of the family just from the surroundings. She couldn't see much from the car and she wasn't ready to ask, besides, she was going to be here for a while now. Raffaele hadn't spoken much since they got into the car, and Viviana wasn't particularly interested in starting a conversation either. “You'll be meeting my grandmother first.” He finally said as they pulled up in front of a massive villa. Viviana slumped in her chair with a sigh. “Do I have to?” “Of course, she is the matriarch of the Conte family which you'll be taking over soon.” He replied as the guards opened the doors for them to get off.It was already getting dark
“I can't agree to that.” Raffaele said firmly, staring at Viviana who was standing in front of him, totally annoyed. “We're married, there's no way I'd allow you to sleep in a different room from me.” “Why? So we can have a wedding night? We already had that last night.” She pointed out, reminding him about the one night stand they had just the previous night. A lot of information has been stored in their whole day, it felt like it's been days. “Besides, I did request for my freedom and you agreed. Are you going back on your words?” “No, that's not it–” She cut him off swiftly, flipping her hair. “Yes you are. And I've had a long day so I'd rather not deal with this right now. I do not hate you. I just want my time alone. If you don't want it, I'll order them to get me a room. I'm a Conte now too, remember?” Raffaele couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say or how to deal with her. He wasn't even sure if he was going to win the argument if he decided to procee
The rays of sunlight hit Viviana's room and she finally got out of bed. She had been awake for a while but didn't step out of bed. She hadn't seen Raffaele since the night he killed that man and she heard he arrived just early this morning. “Would you like me to bring your morning cup of coffee, madam?” Her attending maid asked, her head slightly bowed. Viviana paused the clothes she had got into the dressing room to start sorting, turning to look at the woman, who would be in her early fifties max, standing at the doorway. Since she arrived here, the woman had always been around her. “Didn't I tell Raffaele I needed an alone time? I don't want you flocking around me, Monica.” Viviana pointed out. “It's a direct order from the matriarch, madam. It is a rule to always have your attending maid…” “Then I'll call you when I need you, okay? You can just always stay outside the room. Thank you. I'll get my coffee myself.” Viviana said, giving her a smile as she walked past. Monica rus
The granite beneath Viviana's feet crunched as she stepped out of the black luxury car. The huge building before her did nothing to cover her from the morning sun but a guard rushed over with an umbrella. She hadn't been to the Matriarch's building since the night they arrived and she wondered how she lived on a daily basis. Not like she was dying to know. The house was not as expansive as the one she lived in with Raffaele, but it had its own unique touch of modernity and traditionality. Viviana adjusted the leather belt cinching her waist, the buckle catching the light. Her fitted black trousers hugged her curves, paired with a silk emerald blouse tucked neatly. She had silver jewelry on her wrist and neck. Not really her usual style but at least she had to look good for an impromptu call. The doors opened before they could reach it, a maid offering a polite nod as she stepped aside. “The Matriarch is expecting you, Madam Conte.” Viviana stepped inside, shown to the dining area.
Raffaele sat behind his desk, going through a few paperwork. A knock came from the door before it was pushed open, Giovanni stepping in. “We're leaving, Don. I have my doubts about these people. This is our first deal and they're–” “Just carry it out, Giovanni. Make sure it is legit. Then we can deal with things later. I don't want the money sitting pretty.” Raffaele cut him off, staring straight at him to show he was serious. Withing questioning further, Giovanni gave a slight bow before stepping out, heading towards his men. Giovanni and his mem– Vito, Lorenzo, Matteo and Aldo– leaded into two black SUVs, armed and ready to move. The convoy made its way through the winding roads out of the Conte estate, passing vineyards, olive groves, and eventually, industrial districts, far from the usual beautiful sights. Their destination was an abandoned factory in the outskirts of Verona—a place the Eastern European dealer had chosen for the exchange. The decision hadn’t sat well with Giov
Raffaele sat behind his desk, going through a few paperwork. A knock came from the door before it was pushed open, Giovanni stepping in. “We're leaving, Don. I have my doubts about these people. This is our first deal and they're–” “Just carry it out, Giovanni. Make sure it is legit. Then we can deal with things later. I don't want the money sitting pretty.” Raffaele cut him off, staring straight at him to show he was serious. Withing questioning further, Giovanni gave a slight bow before stepping out, heading towards his men. Giovanni and his mem– Vito, Lorenzo, Matteo and Aldo– leaded into two black SUVs, armed and ready to move. The convoy made its way through the winding roads out of the Conte estate, passing vineyards, olive groves, and eventually, industrial districts, far from the usual beautiful sights. Their destination was an abandoned factory in the outskirts of Verona—a place the Eastern European dealer had chosen for the exchange. The decision hadn’t sat well with Giov
The granite beneath Viviana's feet crunched as she stepped out of the black luxury car. The huge building before her did nothing to cover her from the morning sun but a guard rushed over with an umbrella. She hadn't been to the Matriarch's building since the night they arrived and she wondered how she lived on a daily basis. Not like she was dying to know. The house was not as expansive as the one she lived in with Raffaele, but it had its own unique touch of modernity and traditionality. Viviana adjusted the leather belt cinching her waist, the buckle catching the light. Her fitted black trousers hugged her curves, paired with a silk emerald blouse tucked neatly. She had silver jewelry on her wrist and neck. Not really her usual style but at least she had to look good for an impromptu call. The doors opened before they could reach it, a maid offering a polite nod as she stepped aside. “The Matriarch is expecting you, Madam Conte.” Viviana stepped inside, shown to the dining area.
The rays of sunlight hit Viviana's room and she finally got out of bed. She had been awake for a while but didn't step out of bed. She hadn't seen Raffaele since the night he killed that man and she heard he arrived just early this morning. “Would you like me to bring your morning cup of coffee, madam?” Her attending maid asked, her head slightly bowed. Viviana paused the clothes she had got into the dressing room to start sorting, turning to look at the woman, who would be in her early fifties max, standing at the doorway. Since she arrived here, the woman had always been around her. “Didn't I tell Raffaele I needed an alone time? I don't want you flocking around me, Monica.” Viviana pointed out. “It's a direct order from the matriarch, madam. It is a rule to always have your attending maid…” “Then I'll call you when I need you, okay? You can just always stay outside the room. Thank you. I'll get my coffee myself.” Viviana said, giving her a smile as she walked past. Monica rus
“I can't agree to that.” Raffaele said firmly, staring at Viviana who was standing in front of him, totally annoyed. “We're married, there's no way I'd allow you to sleep in a different room from me.” “Why? So we can have a wedding night? We already had that last night.” She pointed out, reminding him about the one night stand they had just the previous night. A lot of information has been stored in their whole day, it felt like it's been days. “Besides, I did request for my freedom and you agreed. Are you going back on your words?” “No, that's not it–” She cut him off swiftly, flipping her hair. “Yes you are. And I've had a long day so I'd rather not deal with this right now. I do not hate you. I just want my time alone. If you don't want it, I'll order them to get me a room. I'm a Conte now too, remember?” Raffaele couldn't help but let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say or how to deal with her. He wasn't even sure if he was going to win the argument if he decided to procee
The black SUV hummed softly as it smoothly rolled through the gates of the Conte estate. They've been seated in the car for what felt like hours to Viviana but she couldn't grumble. Who would have thought a few days after arriving from New York, she'll have to be on another trip. The property sprawled across acres of land, not hesitating to show the wealth of the family just from the surroundings. She couldn't see much from the car and she wasn't ready to ask, besides, she was going to be here for a while now. Raffaele hadn't spoken much since they got into the car, and Viviana wasn't particularly interested in starting a conversation either. “You'll be meeting my grandmother first.” He finally said as they pulled up in front of a massive villa. Viviana slumped in her chair with a sigh. “Do I have to?” “Of course, she is the matriarch of the Conte family which you'll be taking over soon.” He replied as the guards opened the doors for them to get off.It was already getting dark
Viviana walked down the hallway leading out of her room. She was dressed in a beautiful white short and fitted gown and her hair done in a messy bun with hair accessories in it. She glanced outside through the glass walls to see lines of cars in front of the house which didn't belong to the Bellini family. She could only guess the Conte were here. Heading out towards the main living room, she could hear her father's laughter as he spoke to someone. Descending the grand stairway, Viviana scanned the living room and her eyes finally fell on the individual seated on a single sofa with his legs crossed. He was dressed in a suit and his dark hair was neatly combed. He had a calm yet deadly aura excluding from him. She knew he was definitely the Raffaele Conte she was getting shipped off with. As Viviana got a good look at his face, she paused in her step, making everyone in the room turn their attention to her. And when the man turned to look at her, she felt like everything was playing
Viviana hadn't really planned on causing any trouble her first day back in Italy but she wasn't just going to sit and let herself get married off to some Conte family businessman. The instant she got out into the city, she turned her phone off, not bothering to ditch her car for fear of being tracked because she knew her credit cards would be found out anyway. It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by
Viviana stepped off the plane, taking the familiar sight around her in. Italy had always been beautiful but she was either too busy training or helping her father with a thing or two to fully enjoy its beauty. The car waiting for her, a black sleek car with golden touches which was the Bellini family's snugnature car. One might wonder why a mafia organization would announce their presence as the Bellini family does but the family didn't really give a damn. The driver nodded curtly, holding the door open for her. The Bellini estate was just as Viviana remembered it– grand, and imposing. The sprawling villa sat atop a hill, its white walls gleaming under the Italian sun as her oricat car approached the huge gates. The place she was raised and spent most of her life in. Viviana didn't really think she could ever get enough of its beauty. “Young madam,” the maids, guards and attendants bowed as she stepped out of the car, looking through the environment with a lazy stretch. “Welcome h
Viviana stepped off the subway, the scent of greasy food and damp concrete in the air. A bright smile alongside her tired look was on her face as she made her way towards her destination, her boyfriend, Ryan's apartment. She had spent years building a life far from her family in Italy, far from the Bellini name that carried as much weight as it did bloodshed. She just wanted a life away from the bloody life for once and she decided to come to school in New York for a change. Here in New York, she was the charming, easygoing girl with dreams of a normal life. And all of it revolved around her boyfriend, Ryan. Although he was in the mafia and she was aware of it, he wasn't aware of her true identity and just flaunted his, but she didn't mind. Ryan had promised her an indoor date tonight after a day of her working as an intern again. The thought of a simple dinner, maybe with a bottle of wine made her excited and eager to relax in his arms. She reached the apartment, clicking the door