The house before me is a luxurious mansion with dark and gothic vibes. It has two stories with large windows and is painted in a matte black color. Large columns with intricate details support what looks like a wraparound balcony with men standing beside each. I waited until the end of the day to show up and boy, is this place lit up. Not even a fly can get past them. Several matte black luxury SUVs are parked around the circular driveway and trees surround the large property. Giving them the illusion of privacy. I say illusion because people like De Luca and Padre are always under surveillance. It could be from enemies the cops or even nosy neighbors. We step out of the car and it's only when one of De Luca's men drives toward a door that I realize there's an underground parking lot. The fucker didn't spare any expenses when he built his fortress. I'm impressed.
I brought Gianna, Simona, and Paulo because I wouldn't dare come here alone. There's no telling what De Luca has in store for me. This house is full of men who kill without blinking and I wouldn't underestimate them. Unfortunately, I grew up in this world so I know they're not above raping and killing me then cutting me into pieces just to mail them over to Padre piece by piece. Hence the reason I brought reinforcements. I also told Padre that which is the only reason he agreed to let my gang come with me. Not that he has any use for them. I found Gianna in a strip club where she was being treated like trash. Men did whatever they wanted to her and from her face I could see she was close to her breaking point. Back then, if she lost her shit, they would have killed her or harvested her organs before doing it. Knowing how much she craved freedom, I paid the guy a few bucks and threw around the name Lombardi. In the next hour, Gianna was in my car going home with me. Simona, I found her on the street. I was passing and we had stopped at the traffic lights when I saw her fighting with another girl. Apparently, she was trespassing on the girl's turf, and when told to leave she told them to go stick carrots in their smelly cunts. Her words, not mine. I immediately liked her sass and fire. She flipped them and got in the car with me smirking all the way then when we were out of sight, she asked what my deal was. I hired her on the spot but warned her and Gianna that if they ever crossed me I would feed them their own intestines. Although they don't know it, they are my best friends now. I've had Paulo train them a little so they wouldn't be defenseless. They might not be as good as I am but they're okay. De Luca walks out looking like a snack and without realizing it, I hold my breath. How was yesterday the first time we met? I've always known he hates Padre but I assumed he would be an ugly ass old man with a pot belly who spits while speaking. He's tall with tan skin and emerald eyes. His aura screams dark and dangerous but in sweatpants and a T-shirt, he almost looks normal. Swoon worthy even. Beside me, Gianna and Simona sigh dramatically. "If he asks me to crawl, I'll do it in a heartbeat," one of them says and I want to roll my eyes but I'm still checking out Mr tall, dark, and handsome. The thought of him on his knees in front of me doesn't sound so bad. "You're here," he says scrolling through his phone. I don't like that he's not checking me out the way he was doing last night. I might be in an oversized t-shirt and leggings but I'm still hot. Eyes on me when you speak, motherfucker. In a sweet voice, I tell him "I hope you trip and fall on your dick" That gets him to look up. Smirking, I walk past him to the house while speaking rapidly. "I need three rooms. One for me, the other for Paulo, and the last one for Gianna and Simona. I don't trust you or your men. And they better be next to each other. You don't want me roaming this house on my own. Trust me" "Never" he cuts in but I ignore him. "Simona will taste my food before I eat and Gianna will see to everything else" "Gee thanks for the extra love sista," Simona says and I do roll my eyes this time. "I love you. But better you than me" At the landing, I pause. Not knowing which way to go. There are high chandeliers and the living room on my right is furnished with all things leather. I can see the kitchen to my left but the door is half open so I only catch glimpses of it. I look back to De Luca to find he's still pretending to be busy just to prove a point. It's his house and we are to follow his rules. He'll move when he feels like it. The guys carrying our luggage have also stopped and I wonder if they don't know which rooms we've been assigned or are only following their master. But it doesn't matter. I'm used to egotistical assholes. "Right then. This way ladies" He finally says looking up and meeting my eyes. I try to give him my middle finger but realize Paulo is holding my hand. As if he knew what I was about to do. Which I appreciate because just like Padre, De Luca has a reputation. He could be worse than the man who raised me. People don't get to where he is by being nice and lenient. There's only so much I can do and say before he decides he's had enough and sticks a knife in my throat. That doesn't stop me from wanting to piss him off though. At the landing, we head right and he explains that our rooms are in the east wing, next to his. Apparently, he doesn't trust me with his men on the west wing. As if anyone would be interested in his dogs. I couldn't sleep last night due to the lecture I got from Padre. That man is the biggest piece of shit I've ever known. He made it clear that I should use any means to get anything I could from De Luca. Starting with his plans, weaknesses, and shipment schedule, and if that didn't work seduce him. Make him fall in love with me and have him tell me everything. Of course, Padre didn't think he would actually fall in love with me but hey points for trying right? He stops in front of a door and I almost run into his back but Paulo pulls me back. "Are you okay Mari?" "Yeah. Just tired" De Luca opens the door but I don't wait for him to say anything. I just walk past him and get rid of the tights I'm wearing. In my head, I can't decide whether to shower first or sleep. The bed looks inviting so I decide sleep it is. Behind me, Paulo asks "Are we waiting for her to get naked before you show us our rooms?" He sounds annoyed and rude but he wouldn't be my bodyguard if he cowered in front of men like De Luca. Climbing in bed, I lie on my stomach and close my eyes. Knowing it's only a matter of time before he finds out I was lying to him. I'm not okay. *****************************************I wake up hours later to find it's already dark outside. I'm a little out of it and I wonder where we are before I remember that this is the De Luca mansion. What time is it anyway? I'm so hungry that I can't help thinking it would be a shame if I missed dinner. Getting out of bed, I flick on the lights taking in the room properly for the first time. Like the exterior, the color scheme is grey and black. The bed in the middle is huge and the windows are floor to ceiling. I spot a balcony and head towards it, opening the door. The sudden gush of wind reminds me I'm only dressed in a tank and thong so I close it quickly. I'll finish exploring later. There is a love seat on the corner with a small table in front of it, a small shelf with magazines, and a huge TV mounted on the wall beside the door on the other side. Next to the TV, there are two doors. I open the first one, noting it's a bathroom while the next one is a walk-in closet. My clothes are already unpacked and arranged neatl
"Fuck Marianna, what is this?" I ask scanning her back. It's filled with angry welts that have started turning purple. The kind you get from a whip or a belt. And they weren't there yesterday when I saw her because she was wearing a backless dress. It's not something anyone could miss. Who could have done this to her? "None of your damn business," she says defensively as her hands hold the torn T-shirt to her front. "Did someone do this to you? Tell me who they are and I'll put a bullet between their eyes" I snarl, running my fingers over the marks lightly. She flinches but doesn't make a sound "Who was it?" I growl because I'm pissed. I can't believe anyone would hurt her like that. She's Marianna fucking Lombardi. All you have to do is look at her to know how spoiled she is. She showed up at my doorstep with her bodyguard and two women as if we were still in the 18th century where women took maids everywhere they went. There is no way she let anyone hurt her like this without fig
"This is why I love you, Cris. You're the best, man" he says rushing out of my room. I can't believe Nev suddenly turned into a teenager because of Marianna or that he actually took my advice seriously. Chances are she will take whatever he buys for her and shove them up his ass. Fuck, I hope she does it so Nevio can give up. The last I want to do is kill him over a woman. Which is exactly what will happen if he so much as lays a finger on her. It's almost time to leave so I quickly get dressed and head out of my room. Since mine is the furthest down the hall, I have to pass by Marianna's when I leave. Seeing the door isn't fully closed, I decide to tell her to behave herself while I'm gone but I hear voices coming from inside so I stop. It never hurts to eavesdrop on the enemy once in a while. "Shit Mari, why didn't you tell me before we left? What if they leave a scar?" A voice which I guess belongs to her bodyguard Paulo, asks. And from what I hear, they're talking about the mar
A few years ago "You two again?" Lombardi roared "Wasn't trashing my office enough? Now you decided to make a mess in my kitchen? Look at all the things you broke. Do you know how much those fucking cups cost me?" He didn't care about the broken utensils. He was angry and needed someone to take his anger out on. "It wasn't me Padre. It was Carina" Marianna spoke up first to shift the blame to Carina even though she was the one who'd started it. During breakfast, one of the maids had sat them at the dinner table and served them their breakfast. Marianna wanted to know why Carina's hair grew so fast even after she'd cut it last month but when she didn't get an answer, she flung the cup in front of her towards Carina. Having gotten used to her tantrums, Carina had ducked, which only served to infuriate Marianna more. Without thinking she grabbed anything her hands got on and kept hurling them, not caring where they landed or if she hurt her sister. Tired of ducking, Carina had decid
"I asked how you are, Marianna" "Let's not pretend you actually care about me. And to answer your question, I didn't steal anything from you while you were out" "That's not what I asked. Besides, what could you possibly steal from me?" "Information about your organization. Weaknesses and strengths. Just because I'm pretty, doesn't mean I forgot my brains at home" "Pretty? Who said you were pretty?" Every fucking man I've met on this planet. Not that I need anyone's validation. If it wasn't for my asshole father, my life would be perfect. I don't crave love and affection like most people. I don't need someone to constantly remind me I'm beautiful or worthy. You can't long for something you've never had. De Luca moves to stand at the foot of the bed and says, "The word pretty is too basic to describe someone as magnificent as you, Marianna." Okay. I wasn't expecting that but I'll take it. "Did you want something, De Luca?" I ask pretending I don't care for what he said. I
"I got your missed call, sir" "Where the fuck were you Fausto? When I call, I expect you to pick up my damn calls. I don't care if you're balls deep in some fucking whore, you answer my calls! Do you understand?" "Yes sir. I apologize. It won't happen again" "It better not because next time I'll put a hole between your eyes and ask questions later. Now come to the mansion tomorrow. I found some discrepancies in the accounts that I want you to explain" "Yes sir" I hung up. Damn, I was pissed about that imbecile not picking up my calls but when I got home, I forgot. Why? Because I couldn't wait to see Marianna. All day long I couldn't stop thinking about her or how to kill her father. For some stupid reason, I've taken it upon myself to save her from that fucking monster. When I got back I could see she was topless under the sheets. Which only served to infuriate me more because I knew she'd spent all day like that so as not to aggravate her wounds. I honestly don't know what kind o
"Holy fuck. What the hell was that? What have I done?" I curse while banging my forehead on the door. Did I just give her something to use against me? Feeling angry on her behalf and wanting her father dead is one thing. Letting her see how much hold she's got me is something else. For heaven's sake she's only been here for a day and already I know I'm fucked. "Yeah Cris, why'd you do that?" Nev asks from behind me making me jump. I was so distracted that I fucking jumped when he spoke up. Imagine that. If it had been an enemy, I would be dead because I didn't see them when I came in. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here?" With the amount of time he spends in my room, someone would think he doesn't have his. "Are you coming out of her room? If you liked her why didn't you tell me?" "I can't answer your questions now when I don't even have answers to my own. Leave me alone" "Is she the reason you've been in a foul mood all day?" "Yes, no, I don't know" "Shit Cris
I can't believe that asshole. After kissing me the way he did, he had the nerve to spend the night with his whore while I spent all night tossing and turning wondering why he did that. For a second there I thought it was because he felt... I don't want to say sorry because that's worse. I think maybe he felt something for me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed me like... God, I don't even know how to explain it. The few times I've been kissed, the men didn't care. They were after my body not to make me feel anything. And up until yesterday, I didn't know a man with a reputation like De Luca's could kiss like that. Fuck, I would have gotten on my knees if he'd asked me to. Now I see how stupid I was. He's doing the same thing Padre sent me here to do. And if I hadn't seen him with that slut I would have fallen for it. Damn, I need to be alert or De Luca will turn the tables on me. "You look disappointed Mari. Do you like him?" Simona asks "Yes. Because I'm stupid enough to fall fo
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