Move aside, Cris. That asshole need to die already 😒
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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 l
Actually, I didn't come here for this or to pay respect to that fucker Lombardi. I just wanted to see if Marianna was okay. When I left her the other day, she didn't look well so I thought maybe I should check up on her just to see how she's holding up. And it's a good thing I arrived on time to see that bastard Annibale ogling her. Well, half the men in here can't keep their eyes off her but this one didn't even bother pretending he didn't want her. The motherfucker was halfway hard and I could only imagine what he was thinking. I've seen him a few times in some clubs around town. If he happened to get his hands on Marianna, I can't imagine what he'd do to her. He's got a sick, twisted mind and even though his connections might help get her a few clients, she doesn't need him. She has Giovanni. That fucker can run things without anyone's help. His reputation as Lombardi's right-hand precedes him. Even assholes like Annibale have to be wary of him. And despite everything, Marianna ha
Is it weird that I'm comparing Marco's kiss to the one I had back in the hospital with that man? It wasn't even a kiss to begin with, just a peck. But when Marco kissed me yesterday, my reaction to him was different. He was sweet, and gentle and told me to get some rest after. He didn't even try to grab my ass or tits. Not that the other man did. But with Marco, I didn't want more like I did with him. He didn't calm my mind or make me feel safe. It was just a kiss.Except that's the reason I can't get over this. Since when does a kiss make me feel safe? I'm convinced everyone is lying to me. There's no way they don't know who the man from the hospital is. I've checked everyone's phones to try and see if I can maybe find a picture of him. So far I haven't found anything. What's even weirder is that my phone doesn't have any photos I could have taken for the past seven months. Someone deleted everything and I know that because I post on Instagram a lot. There is no way I didn't take an
I finally understand why Marianna was so insistent we follow Carina to this island. It’s like a little slice of heaven. A place where the real world fades away. I guess you can call this my first vacation ever. Growing up, my mother never let me do anything other than study. There was no room for failure because if I didn’t excel in every subject, I’d never make it into the police academy. I wouldn’t call my life miserable, but it was far from easy. There were so many things I never got to experience because she wouldn’t allow it. Birthdays, sleepovers, or even trips. While other kids stayed up playing video games, I was busy studying so I could get the perfect score. I wasn't allowed to visit my classmate's houses or go to the arcade after school. The few friends I did manage to make finally unfriended me because my mother would come to pick me up at school and drive them away with her strictness. She drilled the importance of studying in my head. And I understood it was, I just cou
"What the fuck Cris? How many times have we talked about how to use a condom?" Nev spits his eyes blazing. He's pissed that he had to cancel his plans because some pregnant whore showed up here claiming I'm the father of the baby she's carrying. Like I was the one who told him to cancel. And as if my life isn't hard enough, this has to happen. What the hell am I supposed to do with a kid when I'm such a mess? The irony of this is that a few months ago, I was ready to have a child. With my wife, not some whore I might have slept with when I was drunk. "I've never slept with anyone without using a condom" I defend myself but of course, Nev knows how to push my buttons. "Really? Then why is it that you've gotten two women pregnant in the last eight months?" Way to rub salt in my wound asshole. "Fuck you. You say that as if you don't have a kid" I throw back. He of all people shouldn't judge me but he's right. I've been careless. "Besides we don't know if that kid is mine" "Do you r
"Marco..." "Dinner first or we watch the sunset then have dinner after?" he asks cutting me off. "Dinner" I need to keep my hands busy and my ass glued to a chair before I run away from here. That's something else I don't understand. Why do I feel like running? This man has been nothing but sweet to me. Not once did he force me to do anything I didn't want. So why is my instinct telling me to run? "Come on then. Let's eat. I found the best chef around to prepare the food" he walks ahead pulling out the chair for me. As I'm sitting a thought flits through my mind, making me drop on the seat unceremoniously. I'm going to wine and dine you first then take you home and fuck you till the sun comes up. What the fuck? "Carina, are you okay?" Marco's voice startles me. "What? Yeah, I'm fine" "Are you sure? I lost you there for a second" "It's nothing. I'm okay" "Good. Well, your... What are they anyway? Employees or friends?" "Both" "Right. I asked them what you liked and I was to
I'm kind of mad I forgot about the other vacation. This place is as close as you can get to paradise. Gianna found herself a hot Spanish guy and I've barely seen her since then. Simona's guy is a black Idris Elba's look-alike she hasn't stopped showing off and Paulo and Silvano have been MIA since they found their dream girl. Her name is Helena, a bombshell blonde who was more than happy to accommodate them. We had dinner yesterday and they introduced her to me. Judging by the way Sil was talking, I think they're planning on taking her home with them. Marianna and Damiano disappeared all right. I haven't seen them since we got here. That was three days ago. It's as if they all came here to get laid. And I might feel bad about being left alone except I'm not. Mark turned out to be Marco Schiavone and he has been a pleasure. When I first met him, I thought he was kind. Not everyone will go around offering to help you. I believe he knew who I was all along, and now that he's revealed hi
I didn't bring Fabian with me today but knowing him, he's probably somewhere waiting for my call. I don't need him because I'm done drinking and getting wasted. My business is my priority now. We're still on shaky ground and if it wasn't for Nevio, I'm sure there would be nothing to return to. I might feel like punching him most of the time but I also know no one will ever have my back the way he does. And during this time, he's proven his loyalty to me. If it was someone else, they might have taken advantage of my situation to push me out. But not him. When I get home, he's waiting for me with another piece of news. It's as if he spends all day collecting information from all over the world and then waits for me to get home so he can report. Eighty percent of the time, his report has nothing to do with the organization and more to do with Carina. Yes, I can say her name now without feeling like some invisible force is trying to squeeze my heart. I'm guessing my changed feelings have
I finally decided to talk to my mother because ignoring her wasn't going to solve anything. After three long months, I realized that even drinking won't answer my questions, which to be honest, have kept piling up as each day went by. Before I even start accepting who I am, I need to know why she lied to me for all these years. Why she made me hate Lombardi knowing he was my biological father. The real reason Lombardi killed my father. While I was drunk, it occurred to me that their feud had nothing to do with business. Papa found out I was his best friend's son so he went to confront him. If the truth was already out, why kill him? My father could have threatened Lombardi with kicking me out or even sending me away but that was no reason to kill him. The fucker was powerful. He could have found me one way or another. I think he would have enjoyed turning me against the man who I worshipped. That would have been a better revenge than killing him. I can't help but wonder if there's mo
"I won't share my room with you. As a matter of fact, you'll disappear the moment we get there" "Thank you. I promise you won't even know we're there" "We?" "Yeah. Damiano is coming too" I roll my eyes just as Simona walks in "Isn't he busy with running the organization?" "I'm sure Giovanni can handle everything while we're away. How long will we be gone? I need to know how many clothes I should pack" "Three weeks or maybe longer" "What, you're actually going to let her come with us?" Simona asks glaring at Marianna. She sticks her tongue out at Simona then leaves, to probably go and tell her boyfriend about the good news "She's such a brat. Why did you agree to let her come? You know how she is" "Relax. I told her we were only giving them a ride. The second we get there, they'll disappear" "She better. We so need to get holiday boyfriends. Especially some hot foreigners who don't speak English and are really good in bed. Last time we didn't get to have fun because De Lu..."
"Oh my God, Paulo, that woman is driving me insane. I feel like pulling my hair out. How many times do I have to tell her I don't want anything?" "She only wants to take care of you, babe. Don't be like that" "If she asks whether I'm okay one more time, I swear I'll shoot her" Paulo chuckles and I want to shoot him too "Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny?" "No. It's just that you said the same thing a few months ago before we took off to the Maldives" "Maldives? Are you telling me we went to the Maldives and I forgot about it?" I screech feeling like shooting someone for real. How could I forget going there? I've seen the photos on their website and that place looks like heaven. It was among my top places to visit once I got rid of Padre. Why the fuck would I forget that? "At least tell me we met some hot guys and had wild sex on the beach" "There were hot guys alright but you were too busy to notice them" "Busy with what?" he shakes his head and I realize this is