Dummy. You don't get to decide who your kids will take after đ
Fucking Giovanni is my... Sperm donor. How did I not see it? If I try hard enough, I can remember instances when he helped me. Like when he killed this asshole who had wandering hands at one of the parties held at the house. I was fifteen and Padre had said it was time I started earning my keep. That was before Paulo started working for me and I remember feeling so grateful to him but in the back of my mind, I always thought it was because Padre had sent him. Now I know it's probably because... Fuck him. Where was he when Padre was beating the shit out of us? That monster didn't care if it was me or Marianna. He took his anger out of whoever he got his hands on first. Why did Giovanni do anything? I think about anyone hurting my unborn child and I see red. There's no way a parent could stand by and watch his daughters get used and abused for so many years. So fuck Giovanni whatever his last name. A crazy laugh escapes me because it's ridiculous that I don't know his- my last name. Fo
Shopping is more fun than I thought it would be. Since we don't know the gender, we have to buy unisex clothes but they're all so adorable. I can imagine my baby in them and miraculously it makes me excited. Finally, I'm ready to be a mother. I think. There is something about a baby store that makes you feel, I don't know, happy to have a kid? Deep down I'm still scared but not as much as I was when I first found out. After seeing all these things, I'm somehow on my way to coming to terms with it. Who knew being a parent needed psychological preparation? I haven't heard anything from Cris. Not a call or text or even a message sent by a pigeon. I don't know what he's thinking about but Paulo was right. I have no right to be mad at him when I'm also keeping something from him. If he finds out about it and knows that I didn't tell him then I reckon he'll be a lot more pissed than I am. We've only gotten back and I'm thinking of calling him when I spot some of the guys getting in a van.
"How do I look, Paulo?" I ask my bodyguard/ best friend/ fuck buddy. He gives me a once-over and judging by the way his eyes darken, I know his answer before he speaks."Hot as Fuck" He says, moving to stand in front of me. At this point, I don't think there's anything he doesn't know about me. He's my ride-or-die. "You're only missing one thing. " "What?" I have diamonds around my neck and my heels that give me an extra four inches of height. I can't think of anything I've forgotten until he gets on his knees. A slow smile spreading across his face. "A glow up" He knocks my feet apart, the slit on my dress giving him easy access, and buries his face between my legs. Pushing my thong to the side, he eats me as if his life depended on it. I grab a handful of his hair and grind myself against his mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out. Fuck, he's good at that. He's good at everything he does. And the best part is that he doesn't expect anything in return. He knows his pla
Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change. "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice so deep and throaty that my lady parts tingle. Ugh, fine, I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get. "Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see where you're going?""I can ask you the same thing. Are you blind?" "Fuck you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides, if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." His lips twitch, and I want to pour my drink down into his boxers. What the f
I only came to this fucking party to figure out if I'll keep this place after I kill this fucker. It's not the first time Lombardi extended an invite and since he decided to hold it at his house, I decided to show up. It's not surprising his place is humdrum. He's been living here for years, but it still looks like a showroom. There isn't a single photo of him and his daughters anywhere. Or anything that indicates people live here. Not that it's any of my business. All I care about is ending his miserable existence. Over the years, I've thought of a million ways to kill him. Sometimes it's slow and painful and other times I put several bullets in his head, one after the other. But mostly, I anticipate the mood I'll be in when I finally avenge my father's death. He and Lombardi were partners, but one day, the bastard just up and killed him. Now I don't know if they had an argument or not, but that is no reason to kill someone who considered you his best friend. I was a child back the
I raise my hand to shake hers and I'm surprised by the zap of electricity that travels up my arm when we make contact. But before I can figure out what that was, she snatches her hand away with a sneer. Even after knowing who I was, her attitude toward me didn't change. She didn't become docile or pretend she suddenly liked me and I like that about her. Of course, it could all be an act. She could be pretending to be hostile toward me now so that later she can fool me into doing whatever Lombardi wants. I'm all too familiar with such tactics. I didn't get to where I am by luck or with my mother's support like that bastard thinks. My father might have left me money and a book with his old contacts, but he didn't leave a step-by-step manual on how to revive the business. I did that all by myself. The men who follow me don't do it because they love and admire me. In the mafioso, love is the most useless thing. Only loyalty matters. It doesn't matter if someone hates or loves you. Being
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 f
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
Shopping is more fun than I thought it would be. Since we don't know the gender, we have to buy unisex clothes but they're all so adorable. I can imagine my baby in them and miraculously it makes me excited. Finally, I'm ready to be a mother. I think. There is something about a baby store that makes you feel, I don't know, happy to have a kid? Deep down I'm still scared but not as much as I was when I first found out. After seeing all these things, I'm somehow on my way to coming to terms with it. Who knew being a parent needed psychological preparation? I haven't heard anything from Cris. Not a call or text or even a message sent by a pigeon. I don't know what he's thinking about but Paulo was right. I have no right to be mad at him when I'm also keeping something from him. If he finds out about it and knows that I didn't tell him then I reckon he'll be a lot more pissed than I am. We've only gotten back and I'm thinking of calling him when I spot some of the guys getting in a van.
Fucking Giovanni is my... Sperm donor. How did I not see it? If I try hard enough, I can remember instances when he helped me. Like when he killed this asshole who had wandering hands at one of the parties held at the house. I was fifteen and Padre had said it was time I started earning my keep. That was before Paulo started working for me and I remember feeling so grateful to him but in the back of my mind, I always thought it was because Padre had sent him. Now I know it's probably because... Fuck him. Where was he when Padre was beating the shit out of us? That monster didn't care if it was me or Marianna. He took his anger out of whoever he got his hands on first. Why did Giovanni do anything? I think about anyone hurting my unborn child and I see red. There's no way a parent could stand by and watch his daughters get used and abused for so many years. So fuck Giovanni whatever his last name. A crazy laugh escapes me because it's ridiculous that I don't know his- my last name. Fo
We both snap our heads towards the bed. Carina is already awake and staring at us. Fuck, this is not the right time for her to find out about this. "Hey baby, how are you feeling?" I ask sitting next to her legs on the bed. "I want to fucking know what you two were fighting about. If you tell me it's nothing I will stab you with the IV's needle" not sure how much damage the needle can do but I'm glad she's okay. Or she wouldn't be threatening me. "You should leave, I need to talk to her alone," Giovanni says taking a step forward. "No. Chris is not going anywhere. If you have something to say, do it in front of him. He's the father... My baby" she whispers the last part, grasping my hand "How's the baby? Nothing happened, right? He's fine? Tell me the baby is fine" "He's fine Carina. Don't worry about anything" I reassure her squeezing her hand. "You promise? You're not telling me this to make me feel better?" "I promise" "Okay. I'm glad nothing happened to him. What did the d
"Fuck Fabian, hurry up. She just passed out" "Yes sir," Fabian says but doesn't hurry up because he's probably going on full speed. Why the hell did I listen to her when she said she was fine? We jumped out of a speeding car. Of course, she wasn't okay. The smell of blood is so potent in the car making bile rise in my throat. This would be the first time the metallic scent bothers me. I'm the head of a criminal organization so I've gotten used to how blood smells. I love it especially when it's that of my enemy. But Carina's is different. I don't want her to bleed ever again. "You should have forced us to go to the hospital" I murmur. Fabian has been working for me for a long time now. He knows when to speak and when to keep his mouth shut but for the first time ever, I wish he'd forced us to go get checked out. Nev would have done that. Ever since he became a father, he's been obsessed with being healthy for his son. The fucker even eats vegetables willingly. I'm sure he would have
"Mmmm," it's all he says. I could pester him to tell me what's on his mind, but I don't. We fought during dinner. I didn't even get to enjoy my meal because I was annoyed for no reason at all. The waitress might have annoyed me but it wasn't her fault I was in a prissy mood. I really think my hormones are spiraling and since Cris was the only person there, I took it out on him. Again, I think of how we could have died, angry at each other over stupid shit. We're lucky to have escaped and when we get home, I'll apologize for being such a bitch."Ornella, I take it you didn't talk to him?" "What are... I did. I explained everything and he said he would stop" "I hope he did. Because if this was his doing, I am going to kill him" I wonder what Cris is talking about. I must have fallen asleep in the car since we're home now. He's still carrying me and I want to ask what he means and who he's going to kill but my head feels so heavy. Reluctantly I close my eyes, laying my head back on hi
"Trust me?" I nod. Because I really do trust him. I know he'll do everything he can to get me out of this car alive. I've never done this before. I know these things aren't as fun as they look in movies and despite the world I live in, it's not every day some nutcase decides to cut car brakes. When did they do it anyway? Who could have done this? First his house and now his car? Is someone hell-bent on killing him or what? Was he right and this is somehow about me? I don't get it. Who doesn't want me to be with him? I can't think of anyone who would be opposed to our relationship. Paulo scowls every time he sees Cris but I know he'd never do anything to put me in danger. And he's the only guy I've been with. If Aurora was still alive, I would have suspected her. She was crazy enough to pull something like this. But she's not and she was my only enemy. So who? Damiano? Could it be him? Maybe he's trying to avenge Aurora's death..."Put your hands through the sleeves," Cris says holdin
"It's nothing. Are you ready?" I left her to get ready because I wanted to take her out for dinner. "You're not trying to seduce my boyfriend too. Are you?" she asks her mother who laughs nervously. "Goodness no. I mean he's handsome but not really my type" "I don't trust you or Marianna so stay away from my man" I like how possessive she is of me. Although it's a little disturbing that she feels the need to warn her mother to stay away from me. This is what happens when families live apart from each other. "Let's go. I'm sure you're starving" ushering her out of the room, I throw one last glance at Ornella before closing the door "Where do you want to go? Any cravings?" "Yes, chocolate cake" she grins up at me. Ever since we started living together, she's been more open with her feelings. When she smiles or laughs, it's genuine. She's stopped pretending to be happy and has started being truly happy, which in turn makes her glow. Or maybe it's the pregnancy. Whatever the reason,
"Can we talk?" I ask Ornella. No matter how hard I try to, I can't understand why she didn't take Carina with her. It's clear Lombardi didn't care about any of them. Hell, he shot fake Carina right in front of me. I don't think he would have given a shit if they all died or faked their death. As long as they didn't take anything from him, he would have continued living his life as if nothing had happened. Unless there was a reason Ornella couldn't take her too. Maybe someone stopped her from doing it. I've been staying in the Lombardi mansion for two weeks now and aside from just wanting to watch over Carina, I have been observing everyone else. I came to the conclusion that Marianna is a bit mental if not crazy, Damiano wants to come off as dumb but he's just pretending. While he was still living in my house, I had no reason to study his behavior because he was just Carina's - no. Aurora's boyfriend. But he lied and that made him a suspect too. As for Ornella, she is definitely hidi
"Insecure much?" "No. But we all know just how you've always coveted my things ever since we were kids" She couldn't stand that my hair was shinier than hers so she cut it. And there was that time she said a dress was ugly until I put it on. The designer gushed about the color suiting me anyway and the next thing I know, Marianna wants it back. I've never understood where her hatred for me came from and it's even more puzzling now that I know we're related. If she hadn't been so mean, I believe we would have been the best of friends. We could have grown up together and covered for each other whenever Padre got pissed. Maybe my life would have been bearable. But it's too late now. What's done is done. There is no going back. "Gee, I have my own boyfriend. I'm not interested in yours" I can see the look in her eyes. It reminds me of when we were kids and she was about to do something that would get me in trouble. God, why isn't she dead? Cris takes my hand, kissing my palm. "Let's go