CHAPTER FORTY-NINEMAXIMODim lighting from an old, flickering bulb illuminated the dark room. The smell of blood, sweat and death lingered in the air, creating a thick stench. “Do you want to keep lying?” Luca’s voice rang out, and a tortured scream followed closely after a sizzle went off. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.I wondered what Aria was doing. I wondered if she finally felt happy and free without me. “I’ve said everything I know! Please, I’m sorry.”I knew she didn’t miss me the way I missed her, didn’t think of me every second of the day like I thought about her. “You haven’t said everything, Antonio.” Another sizzle went off, followed by a loud cry.Was she enjoying fashion school? Did she make new friends? Did she meet anyone...any man? My hands balled into tight fists at the thought.“Maximo..." hiccup “...I mean S-Scar. Please, I’m sorry!”My attention finally focused on the man in the middle of the room. Irritation filled me as my gaze traveled up his un
CHAPTER FIFTYMAXIMOI felt the heavy stares of everyone in the room on me. They were silent, each person waiting for my next words or line of action.“Do you, or does anyone else here, think they’re better than her?” I finally asked, sneering at them all. “Does any of you think you are more loyal to me or the mafia than she is?”The smug look slowly wiped off his face as he continued to look at me. “Since I was a child, I’ve learned the history of our people, of our mafia. I listened to tales from my grandfather. I read books. I asked questions. I gained knowledge. A lot of you currently seated here and looking at me wouldn’t be alive today if our past leaders decided to kill your grandparents who tried to betray them..."Another round of murmurs went off, and my irritation spiked. I slammed my right hand down against the table. The loud sound made the room quiet once more.I pointed a finger at one of the elderly familia underbosses. In his mid-seventies, he was one of the oldest a
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONEMAXIMOBlood rushed to my head, anger clouding my vision as I swiftly whipped my gun out and shot. A loud bang followed, gasps of shock filling the room. Uncle Roberto, still standing, was as stiff as a stone.“Never speak of Aria in such a manner again,” I growled, my eye glinting as I added. “Because next time, I won’t miss.”Uncle Roberto tried to act unbothered, touching the side of his face where my bullet barely grazed him, but I could see the fear in his eyes knowing that I would do well on my threat. This wasn’t just a threat to Uncle Roberto. It was a warning to everyone else currently seated in the room. And I desperately wanted the warning to be more than this. I wanted to kill him, to have his blood splatter against the wall behind him. The only thing that held me back was my respect for my papa’s legacy as Uncle Roberto was the only living friend he had. “Get out,” I spat. “All of you.”They all stood up and walked out of the room, leaving only Lorenzo
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWOARIAI haven’t heard from Maximo in days, six days to be exact. At first, I tried to pretend that it was for the best. I finally had my freedom. I was living in a peaceful part of the city, I was chasing my dreams to be a fashion designer. I made a new friend. I was happy.But deep down in my heart, I longed for him. Every day, I expected him to call or text. I expected him to show up in the apartment. I expected to see or hear from him. But I got none of that. And the sinking feeling followed. Did he really mean it when he said he no longer cared? Did he hate me now? Had he gotten tired of me? The questions made my chest squeeze painfully. They distracted me from the fact that I was finally living the life I’d always wanted. I was living on my own terms, away from any harm or danger. No bodyguards or men were watching my every move, telling me I couldn’t leave the house. I should be happy, but I wasn’t. Instead, I only felt worse. If Maximo had dismissed my bodyg
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREEMAXIMOMy nerves pulse in my veins as I end the call and stand from my seat. It’s very late at night, and I have been in my office the whole day. These past few days, I’ve poured myself into work, into sniffing out rats and finding out who might be working for Uncle Roberto. I’ve had checks done on almost all my men. I’ve had some suspicious ones be monitored and closely watched. Being this busy gave me no chance to think about her, even though she always lingered at the back of my head. I haven’t had to fight the urge to call or visit her because I’ve been so preoccupied with mafia affairs.So after I received her call, I immediately rushed out of my office and got into my car to meet her. The car drive seemed longer than it usually was. I ran a hand through my hair, hoping she heeded my instruction to remain where she was. The last thing I wanted was to get to the club and not find her waiting.Enrico had informed me earlier about her whereabouts. While my men n
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURARIAI woke up to a pounding headache. It was like a heavy drumbeat that wouldn’t stop, echoing in my skull. I groaned as bits and pieces of last night’s chaos clung to me like a heavy fog. Dancing in the club, getting wasted, calling Maximo.I groaned again as each memory became sharper. I remembered feeling his arms around me as I drifted into sleep, him pulling me into his car, him appearing in the club minutes after I called him...I told him I loved him.A slight shiver washed through my body. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the morning light, but then a warm, inviting smell began to weave its way through the air. I sat up, pulling my body from the cocoon of my blankets. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my legs on the cool hard floor.Barefoot, I made my way to the kitchen, and the aroma grew stronger--eggs sizzling, something sweet in the air. My heart raced in a way that was both familiar and terrifying. I stepped into
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVEARIAAfter breakfast, Maximo and I stayed in the house doing everything. Like a normal couple, we watched television and played chess with a chessboard that I didn’t even know was in the house. We had lunch, napped and I was enjoying his mere company so much that I didn’t even notice we hadn’t had sex since he brought me back.The sun dipped beyond the horizon as I lay cuddled in Maximo’s arms, smiling at the fact that he was actually opening up to me. That is if opening up meant him telling me that his favorite food was risotto, his favorite movie was a movie called The Man with No Name, he loved working out and he didn’t listen to music. In return I told him I loved his accent, I loved designing, and that I’d wanted to visit Italy ever since I was a child but couldn’t because my mother and stepfather were very much against it. I didn’t know why back then, but now I did.“What’s your favorite color?” I asked, cuddling deeper into the crook of his arm.“What do you t
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXMAXIMOThe past two days were the happiest I’ve been in a long time. Me bringing Aria home from the club on a Friday night had turned into staying over for the weekend. Like a normal couple, we adapted a routine over the two days we spent together. I made the meals, we ate together, talked, watched television, napped, talked some more, watched some more television, and slept. I haven’t had to worry about work, about the mafia, about the next man I should kill or hunt down. For two days, I’ve been a normal man in love.And I was happy. As I currently stood in the kitchen, I poured some cornflakes into two ceramic bowls, the crunchy sound filling the quiet morning. I grabbed a gallon of milk, pouring it slowly over the cereal, watching it soak in. The familiar routine felt comforting, and I imagined Aria’s sleepy smile as she joined me for breakfast.Just as I finished, I turned to carry the bowls into the dining room. That’s when I saw her coming in. My heart stopped