Go girl. We're right behind you π
I'm coming out of the kitchen with a beer when Carina comes back. She looks happy and is smiling, an expression I haven't seen on her face for a while. I'm thinking I made a good call by letting them go out. Is it a wonder they're always fighting? They've been cooped up in this house for weeks, throwing glares at each other. Maybe unwinding and coming back with hangovers will give me one day of peace. "Hey," she says surprising me. After letting Paulo punish her for the whole Fausto incident, she's been ignoring me. I wonder why she decided to talk to me again. "Where's Marianna?" "Still partying. I think she needs to dance off her bad attitude. Don't you?" The thought of her grinding on some guy all night doesn't sit well with me but then again I have better things to do. Carina is right about Marianna letting loose. When she left earlier I got the feeling she was scared. I've been living with her for a month and I think I'm starting to understand the mystery that is Marianna
That's why she called. Because she already has another candidate lined up. Maybe I should just invite her over so she can meet Marianna. I wonder how she would react when she finds out the person I have a crush on is Lombardi's daughter. That won't go well at all. If there's someone else who hates that asshole more than I do, it is my mother. She didn't raise me to be a vengeful machine but she also never let me forget what happened. It was important for me to know who my enemies were and what they were capable of. "I have a call on my cellphone. I'll call you later. Goodnight, Mama" I lie hanging up. She's probably going to call Nev and bother him about finding a mother for Tommaso. Sometimes she can be so pushy but then again, aren't all mothers wired the same way? Running a hand through my hair, I get up. Thinking I should close my eyes for an hour before starting the day. I'm halfway up the stairs when the front door opens and Paulo walks in, supporting an injured Marianna. Bat
I didn't think I could actually sleep after everything. Despite the painkillers the doctor gave me, my face still hurt and my mind wouldn't shut down. The scene from the club kept repeating itself over and over again as if it were in a loop in my head. While I always expected something like that to happen, I never thought it would affect me like this. I'm a strong woman, one that doesn't scare easily. But I've learned that strong or not, I'm still a woman, who needs to feel protected once in a while. That's why I turned to De Luca. For some reason, I feel safe in his hands. He's physically bigger than that asshole but with him, I know he'll never hurt me like that. We argue a lot, over stupid stuff mostly, but the second his lips touch mine, I forget everything. I know it won't always be like this and I'm not expecting anything from him. I just need his arms for one night. To erase the bad memories and give me comfort. I promise myself that come tomorrow, he might not want to see my
He doesn't stop until his feet are on either side of mine and I'm caged in between him and the wall. He could overpower me at any moment but there isn't a sliver of fear in my bones. Sighing he says "I don't like this Marianna. Seeing you with all these bruises and knowing someone did this to you on purpose, infuriates me. If I could, I would bring that back and make him regret touching you" he pinches his nose looking upwards then down back at me "I've seen battered women before but none of them have made me feel the way I do right now. What are you doing to me?" "What are you talking about?" I ask mainly because I want to know how he feels so I can use it later. "I canβt quite find the words to explain it. Iβve thought it over again and again, but none of it adds up except for one thing. If I admit I might be falling in love with you, then suddenly, it all makes sense. This overwhelming need I have to protect you makes sense. The urge to do whatever it takes to make you happy m
"Hey babe. Are you sure they're all off?" "I'm disappointed in you. Can you have some faith in me?" "I do trust you but if there's even a slight miscalculation, we could die. Do you understand that?" "I love you too, asshole" he snaps before hanging up. Silvano can be such a drama queen sometimes. But he's good at what he does so maybe it is my fault for doubting his skills. I'll make it up to him later. "Okay, Gianna. You're up next. Will you be okay?" "Relax. I've got this" she says pushing her breasts up. I don't know if they could go any further up though. The pushup bra she's wearing is doing all the work. Dressed in tiny shorts and an even tinier crop top, I guess she could never be more ready than she is. "You know what to do. Right?" "Jesus Paulo, I can do this" "Come back safe, okay? Mari will kill me if anything happens to you" "It's good to know I'm more important than you. See you on the other side boys" she winks then walks away. This is the third and l
Now why did I have a feeling he was behind everything? It's not a coincidence that two of our warehouses were robbed. The only person who would dare do something like that is Lombardi. He's got the manpower and resources to do it. He is also the only person who is stupid enough to go after Cris. Granted he used to be the one on top but we took that position for a reason. He should know not to mess with us. Then again, someone who shoots his best friend in the face has to have some guts. These fuckers think I passed out. In all honesty, I'm insulted that they thought they could incapacitate me with just two punches. I've been playing unconscious just so I could hear their plans. I want to know what they're planning on doing next so I can catch them in the act. The fact that Paulo is involved only goes to show that Marianna is in on this somehow. I was wondering how they found out about our warehouses. I guess I have my answer now. That ungrateful bitch. Cris has done nothing but be
"Marianna, why are you walking around my house dressed like that?" De Luca snaps. He looks angry but I know he's just frustrated. The poor man has been forced to watch as I strut around his house half-naked but hasn't been allowed to touch. Well, it's more like he's the one keeping the distance while I work tirelessly to get his attention. It's been a week since I asked him to leave my room and it seems he's holding a grudge. The petty bastard. But he gets points for the control he's displayed so far. His men? Not so much. Batting my eyelashes at him, I ask "Dressed like what?" "Like... Fuck, you're practically naked, woman" "And how do you know I have nothing under this T-shirt?" "Because I can see your nipples poking through it." He grits out "Are you trying to test my men's patience? Cover yourself" "Bras are uncomfortable and my girls need to breathe. Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't bother with them" I say straightening my back, so that my breasts are pressing ag
I flip to my back, annoyed that I can't stop thinking about him. Every time he goes out, I wonder if he's going to meet with his whores and if he'll fuck them behind my back. Men like Cris wouldn't be satisfied with one woman. He's rich and powerful and if he can get more than one pussy, why wouldn't he? I know between the two of us, he's the one who should do the worrying. After all, we haven't spoken about our feelings or what we're doing. That day in the pantry marked the beginning of our... I'll call it an affair for lack of a better word. Since then, there hasn't been a day we haven't slept in my room or his. He either puts me to sleep with his cock or wakes me up with it. I'm afraid that I've gotten used to sleeping in his arms. To waking up surrounded by his scent and having him take care of me. I never thought someone like him existed, especially in our world. He's perfect while I'm the fucked up one. Lying and stealing from him when he probably thinks I'm falling for him. Th
This doesn't look like a funeral at all. I haven't seen a single person shed a tear or even look sad. Then again, this was to be expected. Everyone is dressed in black as is custom but instead of crying they're holding glasses of champagne and wine, toasting each other. If I didn't know better, I'd think this was a party, which works for me. I can take people's condolences but they shouldn't expect me to act like a grief-stricken daughter. Deep down I'm happy Padre is dead. I hope he rots in hell. "My condolences, Miss Lombardi. Your father was a great man and he will remain in our hearts forever" a man says. We both know he's full of shit but since he is one of the men in the file Giovanni gave me, I just nod and offer him my thanks. "Thank you, Signor Conti" "Ah so you do know me" "Yes, Padre told me everything about his business partners. I hope to continue working with you in the future" "The rumor is true then? You will be taking over?" "No, I won't be taking over" I look h
I blink my eyes open. It takes a few seconds for me to recognize my surroundings which is funny because I'm home. At least that's what this house is supposed to be. My home. The place I grew up in and which should have a lot of memories. But the ones I have are those I'd rather forget. Growing up here hadn't been easy. Many are the times I wished for a family that would at least care for me. A mother that would tell me everything would be okay. I always imagined her taking my side every time Padre got mad and took his anger out on me. I try not to hold a grudge against my birth mother. I've never met her but there had to be a reason she couldn't be with me.Maybe now that Padre is dead...No. I'm not going down that road. Not when I have so much to do. I managed to get Giovanni to leave me alone yesterday but I know he's going to barge in here any minute now. I still can't believe he's dead. It all seems so surreal, like I'm dreaming and someone is going to wake me up soon. I
I take a bullet for her and this is the thanks I get. Why the hell do I still like her? I've met and been with a lot of women. I guess I'm drawn to her because I've never met anyone like her. She knows she's beautiful so flaunts it. She's unapologetic about what she did even though she should be asking for my forgiveness. Lombardi and De Luca organizations have been on opposite sides for a long time. I could easily take advantage of our rivalry and wipe her out. Even with Giovanni by her side, she's no match for me. All I have to do is convince their clients and business partners to join me. Seeing as Lombardi is dead, who would want to put their money in the hands of a woman? It wouldn't take much to convince them. But there's a part of me that hopes she succeeds so she doesn't have to be under anyone's control anymore. Lombardi never cared about any of his daughters. I'm glad Marianna has finally gotten her freedom. "How long until Nev gets here?" I ask following her into the hou
The appearance of Giovanni makes perfect sense. Every piece fits into the puzzle perfectly now. On my way here I kept wondering how she could have done it on her own. She only had Paulo and those two girls. Alone, they wouldn't have accomplished anything. Stealing merchandise from me required them to have a lot of money to begin with. They'd need trucks, a place to store the stolen goods and men. The kind that are trained and won't make mistakes. She would have also needed to pay them a good sum to work for her. I know she's Lombardi's daughter, but there's no way she would have had the money to do all that. Unless she'd been in cahoots with Carina. Now if they had my five million dollars, this could have been done easily. It wouldn't have been a problem. Except I've seen just how much Marianna hated her sister. She didn't want to live in the same house with her. Let alone striking deals with each other, I think they'd rather die than work together. But having Giovanni Balistreri on
So Padre is dead. Which means whoever gets to the house first, will have the upper hand. Most of the documents about shipments and deals are in a safe at the mansion. Everyone who knows that Padre is dead will try to get there before anyone so they can take over. The men that worked for Padre can easily be turned once they find out he's dead. They need jobs and would work for anyone who offers to pay them. Besides, anyone who refuses is bound to die. You can't be loyal to a dead man. Unless we're talking about Giovanni. He was Padre's right-hand so maybe he'll resist? Who will he pick? Right now he's the only one who can sway Padre's men. "How long until we get there?" I ask smoothing my hair back. I have absolutely no idea what I'm walking into. I don't know what I'll do if I actually get there first. Padre didn't exactly teach me anything about running an organization as big as this one. We all know how he looked down on women especially me. I would really like to give him the mi
I think I'm still in shock. Padre shot Carina. I shot him. He killed Carina. She's dead. I don't know why that is so unbelievable when this is what I was hoping for. Ever since she showed up at the house, she's been nothing but a pain in my ass. She even tried to kill me once, and I promised myself I would kill her instead. Why then can't I believe that she's dead? Before we left, I saw the light go out of her eyes. She was looking right at me when she took her last breath. It's the kind of look that will forever remain in my mind.We grew up hating each other. It was so natural to hate her because I thought she got the better end of the deal. While I was busy running around doing Padre's bidding, she was in New York, living the life I wanted. Doing what I wanted to do but couldn't. She had everything I wanted, which is funny because she thought the same thing. Carina wasn't one to keep her mouth shut. Whenever she wanted something, she came right out and said it. I know just how much
"He just shot her. He killed her" she says referring to Carina. Damiano is kneeling beside her putting pressure on her wound but she's losing a lot of blood. I don't think she's going to make it. Even so, I still ask Fabian to ask around for a doctor. "Stay out of this, De Luca. None of this is your concern" Lombardi barks. He's bleeding too because Marianna shot him in the arm but I couldn't give a flying fuck. He could drop dead for all I care. I'm afraid for Marianna. If Marino and Russo decide to retaliate, she won't walk out of this room alive. Lucky for her, those assholes have moved to a corner, separating themselves from Lombardi. "I've always known what a bastard you are and this just serves to prove how right I was. How could you shoot your fucking daughter?" "Please, let's not pretend that she's related to me in any way" he scoffs and I want to finish what Marianna started. It would be so easy to kill him right now. He's not some kind of immortal being, if he bleeds th
Stepping out of the car, I button my suit jacket and look at Fabian who nods, understanding my silent message. I don't have to tell him to be alert. We're walking into a house we've never been to before and since I sent most of my guys to go look for Nev, we're kind of at a disadvantage here. Not that I expect a war to break out here or something but it doesn't hurt to be careful. The party is well underway. I don't know why Marco went to the trouble of throwing one when he rarely does that. Something's fishy and I'm hoping I'll find out what it is before it's too late. I still haven't figured out why he met with Marianna. Did Lombardi send her? If so, why? Marco only gets involved when there is a conflict that needs resolving. We try to avoid fighting because the aftermath isn't pretty but sometimes it can't be avoided. Like now, the only reason I'm here is to ask him to stay put when I go after Lombardi. I don't want anyone getting in the middle trying to defend that bastard. It's
Later as I'm applying my makeup, I wonder how this night will end. Padre left for a business trip earlier this week which makes me feel at ease somehow. Although Marco had promised not to invite him, he still has loyal men in the circle. To avoid a heads-up, everyone's invitation was sent this morning. It gives them enough time to prepare but not enough to call Padre back. Even if they do tell him, he'll arrive there when it's already too late. At least that's what I hope. I also refrained from telling Carina anything because I know what a blabber mouth she is. Her locations were a bust which means Padre isn't happy with her. She'd do anything to get back on his good side. I'd call her a people pleaser if I didn't know she was only trying to survive. At the end of the day, she didn't ask for this. None of us did. I pick red lipstick because it's hot and I like it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder if Paulo was right. Is it too much? Would it be enough to convince those bast