FABIANO Fabiano stared at the little girl peering up at her with dark eyes. He was almost startled when he found the little girl in the office in his mansion in Naples. “Who are you?” He demanded but the girl stood quiet, watching him in a way that would’ve creped a normal person. But not him. Never him. He raised a brow, watching the girl with narrowed eyes as he tried to figure out who she was. She was small, nearly three or was she four? He didn’t know. But he did know that she wasn’t any servant’s daughter. She looked familiar. Very familiar. A bulb went on in his mind, a smile stretched on his lips as he squatted down to the little girl’s height, staring into his eyes. She didn’t flinch away from his gaze, unlike most adults. “Leona.” He uttered, watching the girl in surprise. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The last time he had seen this little girl was two years ago, when she was barely months old. He had picked her from her crib in Aria’s house in New York and hande
FABIANO Ignoring the tightening sensation in his chest, he focused on his brother. Adriano wasn’t his brother by blood. But he was more loyal to him than any of his blood relations had been. Adriano had stood with him every time he needed him. “Adriano.” He finally acknowledged his brother, giving him a mocking nod, which Adriano didn’t return. Fabiano’s eyebrows dipped, a frown forming on his face. He watched as his friend whispered to his daughter, let her on the ground and she ran out of his office. His brother moved his way, all signs of softness vanishing from his face. “Where is Aria?” Adriano’s voice was cold and harsh as he spoke. Fabiano stilled, finally understanding the reason of his visit. He stood taller, forced his body to relax under the scrutinizing gaze of his friend. “What do you mean?” Fabiano feigned innocence, shrugging his shoulders he continued, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen the bitch.” The flash of anger in Adriano’s dark eyes surprised him. As fa
FABIANO“Where is Aria?” Adriano ignored his question and asked one of his own.Fabiano seethed internally, trying to calm the demons that roared inside him. A part of him wanted to finish the man in front of him for trying to take his lioness away from him but he tried to bury that part.The man in front of him was his brother.He was the man who had stood by him when everyone had abandoned him.“Fabiano.” Adriano strode towards him, “Tell me where she is before everything gets ruined.”“She’s not here.”Adriano growled, “I know she isn’t here.” He barked, “WHERE IS SHE?”Fabiano tried to hold on to his calm façade. He couldn’t hurt his brother.“Fabio.” His brother looked so exhausted. Fabiano could understand. The threats of Bratva. The traitors that raised inside La Cosa Nostra. And most of all his daughter. Fabiano knew that there was a lot of his brother’s plate right now and his wife had, no doubt, told his brother to search for her sister.“You had an unhealthy obsession with
FABIANO Fabiano raised a brow curiously. The boy lifted his middle finger at Fabiano, a smile on his face as Fabiano’s lips parted in a mix of surprise and amusement. “Konstantin.” Adriano’s voice reached them both. With a last grin, the boy-Konstantin turned and ran back, disappearing from Fabiano’s sight. Fabiano wondered if his friend knew that his son knew about the middle finger. He probably didn’t know. “Konstantin.” He tested the Russian name on his tongue, finding it weird. He clicked his tongue then. Fabiano stared at the place where the boy with a Russian name was standing. Konstantin was the son of a Capo. He wondered why did the Bratva not kill him. Konstantin was the heir to Vitale Empire. They would’ve done a lot of damage by killing Konstantin. But they went for Leona instead. Fabiano smirked when he understood the logic. The Bratva were animals. But they were cleverer than Fabiano had thought them to be. Leona. The girl was going to be used in the worst
FABIANO Pregnant. Aria was pregnant. The woman he had...raped was now pregnant; holding a new life within her body. A life he had forced on her. ‘She tried to escape. It’s her fault.’ Was it really? Or was it his fault? Fabiano shook off the thoughts and stared at the table sitting beside the chair. His eyes fell on the small, square velvet box lying on it. The door clicked open. He stiffened before forcing himself to relax and stood up from his place. His greedy eyes followed every movement as the door was pushed open and she walked in. Aria. His lioness. She wore a simple shirt that was loose on her; hid her figure and that irritated him but he pushed the feeling away. He had important things to do now and one of them was the woman standing in front of him. Her hair was longer; flowing down her shoulders. Her skin was pale—too pale because she hadn’t been in the sun for months. She looked like she had lost some weight. Her cheekbones were already prominent but back t
FABIANO His lips witched, eye brows rocketing when he saw the familiar flash of fire in her eyes. The fire was still there—dying no doubt but it was there. Her lips parted, a silent breath escaped her before they moved. “Aria Whitlock.” Her voice was scratchy, “I am a Whitlock.” He narrowed his eyes at her, glaring through slits. He knew she hadn’t spoken in months; that disturbed him but now that she was talking, there was nothing to worry. Besides, Fabiano knew he had a special talent. He was the only one who could extinguish the fire in her and he was the one who could make the flames crack and go higher. With a heart-stuttering grin, he strode towards her. Stopping in front of her, he leaned down, “Not after this, you’ll not be a Whitlock.” He smiled before capturing her hand in bruising hold. He took the pen with the other one and took off the cap. Adjusting his hands over her—ignoring her struggles, he tightened his fingers around hers, holding the pen in them as he scr
FABIANOStaring at her stomach, he couldn’t help but think what was he going to tell that child.‘Hey, I raped your mamma. Boom! You were born.’How was he going to look into his child’s eyes?The same way your father looked into your eyes.A bitter smile twitched his lips, the smile morphed into a maniac grin before he let out a mocking chuckle.Whoever said that time never comes back and history never repeats itself was high on some drug.The history, indeed, was repeating itself.Thirty years ago, a woman was raped in Naples. The law enforcement agencies did nothing. They couldn’t.Why?Because the rapist was the law. He owned everything.Giovanni Lombardi.The former Don.An arms dealer.The police were afraid of him.No one dared to cross him.And the woman?She didn’t dare say something to her rapist. Why?He was her husband.Nine months later, a baby boy was born.Fabiano Lombardi.Heir to Lombardi Empire……and a victim to the monsters.Fabiano moved towards Aria, shaking away
FABIANOHis lioness was back.He smiled.“You can roam the island today.” He bent down and picked the box from her feet. Straightening, he flicked the box open and took out the ring, twisting it in his fingers before he snatched her hand and shoved the ring in her finger.The big, sapphire diamond glinted back at him, surrounded by three small diamonds on each side.Aria stared down at the ring in her finger as Fabiano stared at her.Her eyes were missing the element of shock and awe he had seen in the eyes of my whores when he gifted them with expensive necklaces.That was the difference.Aria wasn’t them. Fabiano smiled, eerily impressed by her. She didn’t care about his money. She hated him.But as long as she was with him, he was okay even with her hatred.“Go do whatever you want.” He stepped away from her, “Roam the island or whatever.”She looked at him but he turned his back on him and moved towards the balcony.“We leave tomorrow, wife.”He didn’t need to look back to know th
THE LETTER FROM FABIANO;This is where I first met you; in this very room and this is where it will all end.I couldn’t say it to your face so I wrote it down to give it to you.There is a question that we both asked ourselves many times but only I knew the answer to it.‘Why you? Why this woman?’Because you were the lone rose standing fall in the field full of wilted flowers.Injured yet strong, broken yet standing, failing yet surviving.Beautiful and different.Maybe that was your curse.I saw you. I saw your photo in Adriano’s office and I was obsessed with you from the very first moment. You were like a lioness, protecting your sister when you could have lost your life. Like a Queen.I knew that I’d go mad without you so I did what I wanted to.Stole you. Broke you. Tainted you.I gave you pain but you gave me something else.A home. A family.Venus. Massimo. You.You gave me something the little boy in me desired to have. The little boy whose dreams were shattered long ago, bef
ARIA My heart ached for us. “You can’t imagine how much I missed you.” I whispered. My sister whose side I had never left after she was born, was seeing me after two years. “There’s someone we want you to meet.” Adriano spoke up from behind, making us pull apart from each other. I turned and looked at him. My brother-in-law was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He stepped towards me and patted my head, almost affectionately, making my eyebrows shoot up. We didn’t have the best relationship. “I almost missed you.” He smirked, making me crack a smile, “He’s waiting for you.” My lips dipped at his words. I frowned as he gave me a slow, small, smile. He nodded in my direction and then took a step aside. He jerked his head in the direction. I followed his gaze until I saw a tall figure, standing a few feet away from us. I saw color. Green. My lips formed a trembling smile when the figure’s face came into my view. Damon. “Go on. He is waiting for you.” He urged. I
FABIANO “Venus is alive.” Why did he say that? To punish her? To hurt her for betraying him? To hurt himself? He didn’t know but he saw the disbelief on her face as he continued to speak, “She was never dead. I took her away from here.” Aria’s lips against someone else’s. He changed what he was going to say and swallowed, his demons rattling their cages, wanting to break free and they did. “This is your punishment, Aria.” He sneered at her shock-striken features, “You wanted freedom? You’ll have it but you’ll never see your children again. You’ll die without seeing their faces. Venus is alive but you’ll never see how she grows up. Saint will know that her mother is a whore you left her son for another man. Enjoy your freedom you always begged for.” “I’ll stay. Please.” He didn’t pay her any attention. “I’ll do anything. Fabiano? Don’t do this.” She was in his feet, holding her legs, begging him, “Don’t…Hit me, whip me, do whatever you want but not this punishment. I’ll do wh
ARIA “It’s fine.” He sobered up, “I’ll take you there one day.” I stilled at his words as he smiled at me before I turned my back on him and walked the path that would lead me back to the garden. It took us several minutes to reach the garden. Once we were out, he closed the door and set the hinges before covering it with vines, arranging them in a way that didn’t look suspicious. When we walked a little more, he started to speak. I wanted to cover my ears with my hands. “You are caged here. I never see you with a phone. Do you even have one? When was the last time you talked to your sister?” He paused, staring at the ink on my neck, he glanced up and continued, “Your husband doesn’t love you. He has an unhealthy obsession with you.” My eyes were wild as I stared at him. he was right. I was caged. I didn't know what happened so suddenly but I exploded. The feelings I had bottled up inside me had burst out, overflowed. They trailed over my cheeks in the form of tears and then
ARIA I want you beside me. “There.” I stepped back moments later, thrusting the knife towards him with my shaky hands. “We look good side by side, ocean eyes.” He commented, taking in the names we had just carved and winked at me, making me feel all those things inside me again. “Don’t do it.” He paused, his brows dipping, “What?” “Don’t do this to me.” I whispered, my emotions overflowing as I stared into his eyes. “What are you talking about?” He leaned over, gripping my face in his palms. And I knew it, I was leaning to his touch. His eyes were filled with concern and disbelief as he searched my eyes. “This.” I pointed around, my eyes watering, “You’re making me get used to you. To this light you bring with you. To this freedom you introduce me to.” A tear rolled down. I didn’t know why I was feeling so emotional suddenly. “Did I hurt you, ocean eyes?” He asked, eyes brimming with concern. Concern for me. A woman he barely knew about. A woman who was married to another.
ARIA “Come on, ocean eyes.” I scoffed, “I am not going inside. God knows where it leads to.” He rolled his eyes, “You said it yourself before. I’ve been using it. There’s nothing wrong.” “How did you even know this thing,” I pointed to the door, “was here?” I arched my brow. He smirked, playfulness swimming in his eyes before he stepped out and came close to me. Really, really close. And he leaned down, his face a few inches away from me. I licked my lips, nervously. Playfulness vanished from his eyes as he glanced down at my lips, his eyes darkened before he glanced into my eyes, his lips brushing against my ears, sending shivers of unknown feelings over my skin. “Nothing will harm you, my goddess.” With that, he pulled my arm and pushed me into the darkness, his laugh following my scream. “I thought you were different than other men.” He let out a laugh behind me. I looked over my shoulder, glaring at him but he only poked out his tongue at me. Despite all my attempts, my l
ARIA He didn’t move. One minute passed. Then two… Then three… Hesitantly, I threaded my fingers through his black locks, feeling their softness on my palm and enjoying it. It felt foreign. Fabiano never let me touch him except…on some certain occasions. But with him…this man I knew nothing about, with Damon Xanthos whatever-his-last-name-might-be everything felt new, light and…good. After a few moments, my moves were more confident. My strokes firmer as I ran my fingers through his head, tugging lightly. I felt so…normal. I didn’t know my lips had moved because it was him who informed me about that when he murmured without looking at me; “You have a beautiful smile, my goddess.” **** One night, Fabiano came into my room, covered in blood. His steel eyes were darkened with a maniac energy that made my skin pop with goosebumps. His body, his eyes, everything about him was screaming danger, different than his usual kind. He placed his hands on my face and I flinched when I
FABIANO She was his. She might have jumped from the cliff to escape him but that wouldn’t happen in this life. His wife. The mother of his children. His lioness. His Queen. Fucking his. And he’d fight the fucking Gods to keep her with him. They might be Gods, but he was the one who fucking ruled over Hell. *** The doctor said Aria's condition was critical; he fucking knew that but his lioness hadn't opened her eyes in three days. He stared at her pale figure, silently questioning her. Why? But he knew why. Because of him. He had driven her to a point where she chased death; begged for it and was ready to jump into its arms even if it meant being away from him. Why? To escape the cage he kept her in. To fly even though he had cut her wings. He tortured her. He did. It wasn’t her fault. It was his. He couldn’t rein his demons. He couldn’t control himself. He always gave into their demands. He always let hem control him. They were worse. And they wanted to destro
FABIANOThe rain had slowed down, turned to drizzle but still, the clouds were rumbling and lightening was illuminating the sky when he rushed with an unconscious and bleeding Aria. He and his men had pulled her body out luckily but she was as close to death as one could be.He swore he could feel the Gods above there, partying and laughing down at her, celebrating their victory.But fuck Gods!Fuck them and fuck their plans!He wouldn’t let them take her away.She wasn’t theirs.She was his.She might have jumped from the cliff to escape him but that wouldn’t happen in this life.His wife.The mother of his children.His lioness.His Queen.Fucking his.And he’d fight the fucking Gods to keep her with him.They might be Gods, but he was the one who fucking ruled over Hell.***The doctor said Aria's condition was critical; he fucking knew that but his lioness hadn't opened her eyes in three days. He stared at her pale figure, silently questioning her. Why?But he knew why.Because