CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEARIASunlight streamed into the room through dark curtains, hitting my face. I winced and buried my face into the pillows.“It’s time to wake up, Aria.”I frowned at the sound of the voice. It was light and high-pitched. It wasn’t Maximo.My eyes snapped open to reveal Maria pulling the curtains open. “What are you doing?” My voice was groggy and husky from sleep. Maria turned to me, running a hand down the front of her maid uniform. “I was given specific instructions to wake you up for breakfast if you slept past 10 am,” she replied. I didn’t need to ask who gave the instructions or why. Instead, I felt a flutter in my stomach at his thoughtfulness.Maximo and thoughtful in the same sentence. Who would have thought?With a sleepy groan, I threw my legs out of bed. “What’s for breakfast?”“Whatever you want. There’s a whole banquet waiting,” Maria replied.I halted in my steps as a feeling I couldn’t describe washed over me. I felt like I was in a trance. Wee
CHAPTER THIRTYMAXIMO“I think this is the right time for you to get married, Scar.”The chatter in the room slowly died down at Uncle Roberto’s words. We were in a private room in one of my bars where I usually held meetings with the top leaders of the mafia.Every man at the table stared at me as I took one long drag of my cigar and blew the smoke out. The silence only lasted for about thirty seconds, but the tension in the air made it seem like it had stretched on for hours.“You think?” My voice sounded calm, a contrast to how I felt on the inside.“You turn thirty this year. You are the Don of our mafia. To solidify your position, you have to get married,” he said.If my eyes could kill, he would have dropped dead the minute he opened his mouth to speak. I assessed him, taking in his greying hair and the permanent scowl that was always etched on his face. All the members of the council feared and respected me, despite all of them, except Lorenzo, being much older. My blood carrie
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEARIA‘Nothing has changed, Aria. Don’t let a few kisses get into your head.’A bitter scoff escaped my lips as Maximo’s words replayed in my head. What a douchebag. If nothing had changed, then why did he keep me in his room? Why did he let me sleep in his bed and take showers in his bathroom? If nothing had changed, why wasn’t I chained to the headboard and locked inside my room? Why did he carry my sleeping body from the library to his room?A mixture of anger and embarrassment washed over me anytime I remembered the way he’d taken a shower, changed and came back to the bed before drifting right into sleep beside me. I’d remained by his side, pissed, on edge and horny. My brain seemed to malfunction whenever I was close to him. I was furious, and yet I still wanted to feel his hands against my body.“Foolish girl,” I hissed at my reflection in the mirror before spitting into the sink.After rinsing my mouth, I ran my toothbrush under the sparkling tap water befo
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOARIA“What?” I could only manage to say as he handed the bag over to me. It felt very heavy in my hands, the weight of my shock and confusing emotions dragging me down. “Yes, a ball,” Maximo exhaled, working on the cuff links on his wrist as he headed towards the door. “I have to show up with a pretty date. You’re so bored out of your mind in this house. I think it’s a win-win situation—somehow, we both get what we want.”With that, he turned on his heels and exited the room, leaving me with a pounding heart and my jaw dropped open. ‘Maximo asked me to be his date!’‘I’m going to a ball—my first ball.’‘I’m going to leave this house. My little seduction game is working. I can finally escape!’The last thought brought a chuckle of disbelief out of my lips. It turned into full-blown laughter. For the first time since my last escape attempt, I let myself hope again.***The warm evening air caressed my bare shoulders as Maximo and I stepped down from his sleek car. I
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEARIAMy heart stopped beating for a moment, Caterina’s words sinking into my bloodstream. There was no way she was telling the truth. She was just trying to get to me.When I ignored her, I heard her chuckle behind me.“You think I’m lying?” She chuckled, raising her hand for me to see.“He gave me this ring when we were in high school,” she continued in a soft, dreamy tone. “I’ve been his ever since, and he’s mine. So,” her tone turned bitter, “He might be fucking you now and bringing you here to annoy me since we are currently fighting, but he’s mine. When he’s done with you, he knows where home is.”Her heels clicked against the floors again, the sound getting fainter in my ears as she walked away.That was when I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. My throat felt tight. My eyes welled up with tears, hurt searing through me like a dagger in my chest. I couldn’t describe the pain I was feeling or why I felt it in the first place. I shouldn’t be bot
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURMAXIMO“I believe every business proceeding should be discussed in my office, Mr. Russo, not at a ball,” I said, shaking my whiskey glass to swirl the liquid inside.Russo Gonzalez had been trying to sell me a business idea for a year now, and I was getting tired of it. He wanted me to partner with him in the shipping business he wanted to open, claiming it would make it easier for us to transport drugs, guns and other things across borders. I knew what he wanted from a business deal like this one, of course. A good partnership between me and him would help boost his reputation as a great businessman and give him more clout. The problem was, I never gave trust easily, and Russo Gonzalez was one sneaky man. Like every man desperate for great wealth, he could put anyone's life at risk just to save himself. He lacked loyalty, and I could never work with someone like that.“Of course,” he let out a small chuckle. “It’s just that you’re a busy man and it’s almost impo
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEARIADrip, drip, drip.Drops of brown-coloured water dropped from the leaking tap into the dirty sink across the empty room. The sound was steady and predictable with an interval of five seconds between each drop. It echoed in the silent, dimly lit room. It drove me crazy, but at the same time, it was the only thing that kept me awake and grounded.Tired of lying on my left arm, I sat up and rested my back against the wall behind me. A sharp wince escaped my lips as my naked back came in contact with the cold, rough surface. My head dropped slightly forward as I looked at my beautiful dress, the one Maximo had bought me, the one I tried to escape in. The beautiful chiffon material had been sullied, now covered with a mixture of grime, dirt and blood. I wished it was my blood. I wished I didn’t have to go through this again. In the past few months, I’ve been kidnapped a good number of times and I am now accustomed to what a cell looks and feels like. It is always
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXMAXIMOMy blood boiled in my veins as I took in Aria’s body. Her torn clothes, the blood and dirt on her beautiful skin, and the dead look in her eyes. My chest squeezed painfully with anger and hurt. Several words sat at the tip of my tongue, waiting to explode the moment I opened my mouth. Instead of saying any of those, I walked over to her and gently picked her up.She remained expressionless as I lifted her light body into my arms. She was in shock, and it broke my heart to imagine what must be going on in her mind. It broke my heart to imagine what those bastards would have done to her if I’d wasted another second before coming here.The men Lorenzo captured had given up easily, thanks to my very creative and painful torture methods. I’d found out that they were a rising Russian gang, not part of the Russian mafia, and someone had given them intel about the Delveccio ball. They confessed that they only needed the ransom money and didn’t plan on hurting Aria. S