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
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENMAXIMOI stared at Lorenzo as the shock of what he said washed over me.“What?” I chuckled.Lorenzo sighed, but there was a humorous gleam in his eyes as he said, “You heard me, brother. I think you should marry her.”So I kept staring at him until he rolled his eyes.“Look, I just think it’s better if you just married her. You are madly in love, fratello. It’s very obvious to everyone around. You just said it yourself that she makes you happy. You almost shot Uncle Roberto and basically threatened anyone who dared to say anything bad about her,” Lorenzo chuckled at the memory. “You are whipped. Completely. So, why not just get married to her.”As Lorenzo’s words sank into my head, I realized that he was right. I was the Don of the Italian mafia. Why should I have to hide the woman I loved just because of what people might say? I knew that the main reason I kept her at the apartment was to protect her, especially since she no longer wanted to be confined to my mans
CHAPTER EIGHTYMAXIMOPanic surged through me as I cradled Aria in my arms. Her body felt limp, and her skin was cold against mine. “Aria, please!” I choked, desperation clawing at my throat. I could still feel the warmth of blood seeping through her dress, soaking her clothes and drenching my arm. So much blood...our baby!A wave of dread crashed over me. “Maximo!” Lorenzo shouted, his voice cutting through my panic as he rushed towards the car. I carefully laid Aria in the back seat before slipping in, my heart racing. I could hardly think straight; all I could focus on was getting her to safety, making sure that she and our unborn child survive this.Lorenzo jumped into the driver’s seat, and we sped away from the junkyard, the night air rushing past us. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as we sped past the buildings and roads. My hand clutched Aria’s firmly, and as I stared at her pale face, I was thrown back to a time when Aria had hurt herself. The memory hit me li
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEARIACold sweat dripped down my forehead despite the chilly atmosphere in the dark room. My head felt light, my body was heating up. The cold floor bit against my open wounds, sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. My whole body hurt, but when I tried to change my position by sitting down, I realized I could barely move my legs. My stomach twisted painfully, the pain getting worse with each passing second.“Help...someone,” I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach with one hand. My lungs felt heavy with each breath that I took. My throat felt constricted as I tried to call out again, this time louder.I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my body didn’t feel good. At that moment, I felt another sharp pull in my lower stomach, this time more painful and agonizing than the last. I let out a low groan, the sound echoing in the empty room. Tears stung my eyes at the knowledge that no one could help me. Placing my palms against the cold floor, I
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTMAXIMOI stared at the image on my phone, the knife in my stomach twisting deeper and deeper. Aria was pregnant?My mind reeled as panic surged through me, my heart racing and my fists clenching. Aria was pregnant? Carrying our baby? Our offspring?My shock dissolved into overwhelming fury as the urge to kill Roberto with my own bare hands filled me. How dare he lay a hand on her, especially after knowing that she was pregnant?I ran a hand through my wild locks, feeling my throat constrict as I continued to stare at the message. Anger boiled inside me, a raging beast fueled by the thought of Aria, my pregnant wife, in pain. I felt betrayed and furious, but not just at Roberto. I was angry at myself for walking away from her that day. If I had stayed like my heart had wanted, maybe just a minute or an hour longer than I did, I might have found out that she was pregnant. I would have taken her with me. I had thought I was protecting her by staying away, but now i
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENMAXIMOThe moment I stepped into the gym, the smell of sweat and metal hit me like a wave. The sound of weights clanking and heavy breathing filled the air. It was a welcome atmosphere to the silence that had enveloped me since I left Aria at the hospital. Cold.Detached.Empty.Those were the feelings that enveloped me since I walked out of that hospital room without turning back. They weren’t foreign feelings. My life had been dark and meaningless before she came in, bundling into my life with her sass, her defiance, and a mass of red hair that I could not get out of my mind.The red hair that floated around her pale face when I saw her lifeless body in the bath.Ever since I walked away, I turned into the man I used to be. Scar. But the difference was, I wasn’t living anymore. I was just existing.Like I’d promised, I haven’t tried to contact her since that day. I didn’t ask any of my men to spy on her either. If she was desperate enough to attempt ending her
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXARIAThe world around me stopped as Roberto’s words settled thick in the air around us.At the shocked look on my face. Roberto leaned closer, his voice low and mocking. “You think Maximo is some brave hero that killed his brother’s murderer?” He chuckled. “He was petrified. He almost peed in his pants that day like the coward he has always been.”My breath caught as my heartbeat settled into heavy thuds against my chest. I couldn’t breathe as tears blurred my vision.“Angelo forced the gun into Maximo’s hand,” Roberto continued, a twisted smile on his face. “He made your husband point his gun to your father’s head. Maximo kept crying, saying he didn’t want to. He just wanted to go back to Lorenzo and his mother. What a pathetic little child he was.”My tears had stopped pouring now, a hollow ache throbbing in my chest.“His father smacked him. It was the first time Angelo ever hit any of his children,” Roberto said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Called him
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEARIAIsa’s revelation made the entire room fall quiet. Caterina released a choked gasp before taking a step back. A pained groan slipped out of my lips, tears springing at the corners of my eyes as I covered my stomach even more, feeling exposed to the information Isa just gave them. I knew she said it to make Caterina stop hitting me, but this revelation would only fuel Roberto’s twisted fantasies even more. “Well, well, well,” Roberto drawled. “What a pleasant turn of events.”I heard the sound of his wheelchair approaching me, and the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me harshly to look at him. His fingers curled into my hair so tightly that it almost cut off my circulation, but I barely noticed because I had other things on my mind.Hatred. Pure and thick blinded my gaze as I glared up at him. In that moment, I wished Maximo had killed him. Surely, the only parts of his body that got affected by the bullet to his spine wer
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURARIAI felt my throat hitch at the sound of her voice. I looked at Roberto, who also had a sinister look in his eyes. I had thought Roberto would still be in the hospital, recovering from the severe injuries I watched Maximo give him. The man was shot in the spine for crying out loud. He should be bedridden, not here, orchestrating a kidnapping and staring at me with darkness lurking in his eyes. “You look shocked, Aria,” Roberto chuckled. “Did you think I was going to die when your precious husband shot me because of you? Huh?”Fear overcame me. This was his revenge. How could I have thought that a man like Roberto would let me go Scot free?Feigning bravery, I raised my chin and pinned him with a steady gaze. “If I’m the one you want, then let my friend go.”Roberto chuckled darkly.“You must think this is some sort of mistake,” he said, his eyes glancing between the both of us. “I knew exactly what I wanted—the two of you—and that’s what I got.”His eyes glint
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEARIAMy eyes snapped open, revealing the dark, musty room I was in. My head was pounding, as if someone had hit me with a brick. At some point during the car drive, the men in masks had placed something over my nose, knocking me unconscious. The air in the room was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, churning my stomach. Panic gripped me as I tried to move, only to find my wrists chained to the cold, hard floor. ‘No..not again,’ I thought as tears burned at the corners of my eyes.My heart raced, pounding in my ears like a war drum. And that was when I remembered Isa had been captured with me. “Isa!” I called out, my voice trembling.From the shadows, I heard her soft but steady voice. “I’m here, Aria. I’m awake.”I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. My eyes finally focused on my best friend a few feet away; her own hands were also bound. Relief washed over me. She was alive. But it quickly turned to guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the w
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOARIAThe morning sun streamed through the windows of Isa’s studio apartment, casting a warm glow over our packed bags lined neatly by the door. I felt an exhilarating rush in my veins. I didn’t know I was still capable of having such emotions. Isa’s father, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair, directed his drivers to load our luggage into the sleek black sedan. Isa’s father was the CEO of a prominent Italian oil conglomerate, a man who had navigated the complexities of the corporate world in such a dangerous city. Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, there was a tenderness in his eyes as he prepared to send off his daughter.“I can take you to the airport myself,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative as he glanced at Isa, who stood beside me.Chuckling, she stepped forward to adjust his tie.“Dad, you have so much to do. You have a board meeting in an hour!” Isa replied, shaking her head with a mixture of affection and exasperation. “We’ll be fine wit