Fine. We'll tell Mari to up her game đ
"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
"Keep your eyes on me. I want to see them when I fuck you and I want you to always remember that I own this pussy. It's mine now. If you let another man anywhere near it, I will fucking kill them. Do you understand?" That includes Paulo. Whatever they had ends now. "Technically this pussy is mine since it's attached to my body but if you want we can swap. Modern-day technology has advanced and it's now possible to have gender-affirming surgery... Ow!" "Keep talking and see how I'll shut you up," I say, slapping her inner thigh. Lazily rubbing myself up and down her length and coating my cock with her juices. With her hair splayed on my pillow and a tint of pinks on her cheeks, she looks relaxed. Sated. The smile on her face makes me feel like I won some kind of lottery. This is how it should be. I want her to always look at me the way she's doing now. Open, vulnerable, unguarded. Never with fear or hurt. "Are you going to tease me all night? I'm kind of running out of patience he
I've been watching her sleep for almost an hour now. Half of her body is lying on top of mine and the first thing that comes to mind is that I want to wake up like this every day. With her snoring softly against my chest. It's crazy how fast our relationship has changed. If I start analyzing it like a sane person who isn't blinded by their feelings or lust, I'd say she's up to something. After all, her bastard father hurt her because she didn't give him anything useful to use against me. Anyone in her position would up their game. But if I go down that road, it would mean I'm doubting her. Her actions, feelings, and everything we've done together would be because she had a motive. And if she has a motive then it means she's faking it. I refuse to believe she's been faking everything. The way she smiles with her eyes, the little moans she makes while I move inside her, and how her body seeks mine even when she's asleep. All that can't be a lie. Marianna is the first woman I'm willing
I think I'm enjoying this too much. I should have insisted on leaving last night but with Cris's arms around me, I couldn't. I gave in easily after convincing myself that it was the last time. I wanted to be with him so we spent the whole night doing all sorts of things I wouldn't be able to do after everything changes. The funny thing is I can't even bring myself to regret anything. Cris has a way of making me feel like the most beautiful, amazing woman in the world. He didn't bring up his feelings which in a way, made this easier for me. If the focus is on sex, I don't have to overanalyze what I'm feeling and why I'm being stupid. This morning, my brilliant self came up with another excuse to spend one more day with him. I can't leave without knowing how he tastes. I've imagined how he'd feel in my mouth, the look in his eyes while I suck him and now I can't move. The adoration in his eyes, the way he takes care of me and just knows what I need. This is a first for me. Having someo
"Wow, that is so cool. Will you show me how to do that?" Tommaso asks sounding in awe. I think he's forgotten that we are under attack and have nowhere to go which only serves to remind me that he's still a kid. I smack his back. "I don't have the time to ask why you have a loaded gun with the safety off. We were going to go out through the kitchen but now we can't. Do you know another way out of this house?" "Yes. Come on" he leads us back to De Luca's room. I'm sure surprise is evident on my face because he smirks. The same way I've seen his father do. Which reminds me of Nev and how Paulo thought we should kill him. Tommaso doesn't have a mother. If we kill his father, wouldn't that make him an orphan? Fuck, why didn't I think everything through? "No one is supposed to know this" he locks the door "All we have to do is keep going until we're on the other end. It's over here in the closet. Come on" "I'm impressed. I never would have thought of that" "Yeah, we all know just
I can't believe Damiano is still mad at me. Apparently, he doesn't like that I left the club knowing Marianna was going to end up like that. All of a sudden that asshole grew a heart overnight. So it's okay for him to poison her but it's not okay for me to what, leave her to talk with Padre? When I left, I just thought he was trying to scare her. She's his fucking daughter. I didn't actually think he'd go through with it. But honestly, I was also hoping he'd just get rid of her once and for all. It's not a secret that we've never gotten along. Her arrogance and self-entitled attitude are something I hate with every fiber of my being. Just because her name is Marianna and mine is Carina doesn't mean she's better than me. Over the years, the hate I feel towards her has grown tenfold. Trust me when I say I don't give a shit about her. She could drop dead in front of me and I wouldn't even blink. If the same happened to me, her reaction wouldn't be any different. So when Damiano, who is
Fuck Damiano. Fuck you, I hate you and your stupid ugly face" I place my gun on the bed and hit his chest with my fists. I don't trust myself not to say screw it and pull the trigger. Besides I need to know where he hid the money before I kill him. "Stop Cara. Losing it now isn't going to help us in any way" "Losing it? You think I've lost it?" "Carina..." "Oh no, no, no. If I had lost it, you wouldn't be standing here. You would already be dead Damiano." "What should we do now?" "Prepare ourselves to die. That man isn't going to let us go easily" "I can negotiate with him. I'm good with people" "You've done enough. Shut up and let me think" This sucks big time. I would have preferred Padre to be the first to find out because he'd just kill us or punish us in one way or another. Giovanni? That asshole is so much worse than Padre. He's never lifted a finger to hurt anyone physically but there are a hundred ways to hurt someone without touching them. And he's the master
When I open my eyes again, the room is dark. Thank heavens. I don't think I can handle the bright lights again. Although the beep beep of the machine is grating on my nerves and I want nothing more than to kick it so it would shut up. Lifting my head, I look around and realizing I'm alone, I lie back down. Wondering what I'll do now. It's insane that I've lived for seven months then forgotten about them. Do time travelers feel like this? Probably not because they always remember where they've been. Past or future. The doctor said I shouldn't force myself but it's so hard. Sitting here speculating on what could have happened to me. Did this happen while I was on one of Padre's jobs? Lombardi's dead. Yeah, about that, how did he die? Was I the one who killed him? Paulo mentioned something about me taking over operations. Did one of his rivals try to kill me? Where the fuck did my mother come from? And with a sister too? I remember her. She looked kind of familiar. Do I know her from s
"So what you're saying is that I have memory loss?" "Yes, Miss Lombardi" "That I've forgotten the last five or six months of my life?" "Seven, to be exact," the guy in the white lab coat says. He's a doctor but for some reason, I keep thinking of him as the guy in the white lab coat. Blame that on my fried brain. I'm sure he mentioned his name earlier but my head was ringing so I didn't catch it. Not that I care about it. He just told me that I have forgotten the past seven months of my life. First of all, what the fuck? Selective amnesia? Why the hell would I forget bits and pieces of my life? I thought people kind of forgot everything. Like all the details, not small parts. Is he kidding me? Is this some kind of prank or something? "Why?" I ask because I want to know why my brain would forget certain things and choose to remember others. "It's a mental condition that is caused by trauma. You went through something painful and your brain is blocking those memories because you're
Nevio is waiting for me by the door. Our house which is now fully renovated makes me a little happy. We had people working day and night to restore it because I was excited to add a nursery. For our child who is now no more. But it's still my house. I can't find it in me to hate it especially now that it has all the fucking memories of her. She's lying half-dead in a hospital. The doctors say it's a waiting game that only she can end by waking up.Half of me wishes she could sleep forever so I don't ever have to look into her eyes again. I've imagined what will happen when she wakes up and finds out the baby is gone. I know she'll be sad because both of us were looking forward to being parents. I had finally managed to make her understand that no matter what happened I would be there for her and the baby. That I wouldn't abandon them. And then this happens. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate my mother for doing this to me and I hate knowing that I deserve everything happening to me. T
"Till death do us part. Did you hear that? Till death... " She rolls her eyes but she's grinning from ear to ear just like I am."Yeah, yeah. I heard it alright, I'm not deaf you know" "No, you're not. Just pregnant, with my baby. I still can't believe I'm going to be a father" "I can't believe I'm going to look like a watermelon in a few months. You know it's not going to be pretty, right? I won't be pretty at all" "Honestly, I can't imagine you not being pretty. Even if you do end up looking like a watermelon" "It's even going to be worse after I give birth. I went online and the other women's experiences scared the shit out of me" "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Doctors chopping my vagina if it's too small for the baby to pass through" I blanch but luckily she doesn't see it because I'm behind her. "That is not true, baby. Don't listen to them" "And then there's the husband stitch" "What the fuck is that?" "They add extra sutures to a woman's vagina to make it tighter." She stops
I sit up looking around. Aside from Carla, there's no one else here. Then who's voice was that? I've never heard it before "Is anyone there?" I ask out loud. We've been here for a few weeks now and I haven't seen another soul around. We don't even have neighbors "Hello?" "It's morning already?" Carla asks yawning. "No, I think I heard someone calling me. Are you sure it's just us here?" "Yes. We should sleep. Remember you promised me how to throw knives tomorrow?" at that statement my head starts spinning. I don't remember promising Carla anything like that. It wasn't her. It was... "Morning. I came up with a new breakfast" Carla says jumping on the bed. She's also annoying like that. Every day she gets up earlier than me then jumps up and down on my bed to wake me up. Whatever happened to shaking people awake? Or wait for their eyes to open themselves? "Ugh, stop that. I'm still sleepy" "But we have so much to do" "Do it yourself. Have you never heard of that? DIY?" I gr
The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an
Everyone is worried. Ornella is sitting in one of the chairs wringing her hands, Marianna is next to her, looking down at her phone, and Giovanni is pacing back and forth in front of the waiting room. Paulo is seated in another corner, elbows on his knees while his head is bowed. Gianna and Simona are huddled together crying. Nev is also next to me, staring into space. Not forgetting Damiano, he's beside Marianna but I haven't seen them talking. There are nurses rushing back and forth. The first was carrying a bag of blood. The next had bottles of what I figured had to be medicine. The third left but hasn't come back. In short, it's chaos. I think I heard Giovanni swear he was going to gut the little bitch that shot Carina and Damiano told him if he tried to touch her he'd spend the rest of his life in prison. Not sure what that means though. Did I mention Ornella is holding a rosary? I bet she's praying for her daughter to come out alive. There was a lot of blood so I guess she's ri
Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go" "You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his
I shrug "Sorry about that. I just think you should concentrate on being a mother and leave these things to us men" okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to put it like that. "Would you look at that? Who knew you were such an asshole?" "Sorry, I meant that you should just stay at home and... No, you know what I mean. I would never suggest that you are incapable of being the leader or anything like that" I need to shut up before she decides to kill me. Between her and Marianna I don't know whose temper is worse. I mean if she shot De Luca once, what would she do to me? "Keep going you little shit and see how I'll skin your dick before I kill you" she snarls pushing her chair back and standing up. Luckily, De Luca pulls her down, asking her to calm down. "I honestly didn't mean to offend you" "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Moretti speaks up for the first time since I got here. See these are the kind of questions they should have asked from the beginning. "I am