~MARIO~ It was suspiciously quiet as I took steps closer to the warehouse. I looked back and saw Andrea and the other guys covering up for me, sneaking around the warehouse. I internally sighed and hoped that things would not go against the intended plan. And when I was at the entrance, that's when I heard it. "I need you to find him and bring his head for me to decorate my living room," Alexander's voice echoed. "Yes, boss," his men answered. I looked back and signaled for Andrea to back me up. And then I came to light in the warehouse and chuckled. "Already ordering your men to kill me, Alex? I'm here. You can do it yourself," I said, scoffing. Andrea cocked his gun with his four guys. I had three guys with me, and the other four were outside around the warehouse. At least it was 5 against 4. One thing was clear, I was not going to walk out of there without Alexander on his knees begging me to spare his life. "Take a step closer, and my men will burst your brains wi
~MARIO~ I sat up on my bed when I heard that name. It's been 20 years looking for that man. Hunting him down with no sign of finding him. For 20 years, I planned how I was going to kill him slowly and make him feel all the pain that I felt when he sent his men to kill my father and those they found in the house with him. He tore my family apart. He took my mother away from me and my little brother. I wanted him to feed on his own flesh for food while he awaited his death. "What do you know about Giovanni?" I asked Faviola on the phone. She chuckled lightly and answered, "Have lunch with me at 2, and I will tell you everything you need to know about Giovanni." And then she hung up the call. I sat on the bed for a little while, remembering all my attempts to find him, and he was nowhere to be found. The guy was practically invincible. The more I looked for him, the more I was further away from finding him. But then I stopped looking for him. I took out my frustrations
~GIA~ When the car pulled to a stop outside Mario's house, I hopped out and headed upstairs to my room. I was tired and I was upset. A lot happened while I was at Marco's place, and I needed to rest. I did not want to see Mario. Not after he told me that he would never set me free. I wondered why he was still keeping me in his house. I had nothing to offer him. He took everything from me, and I was left with nothing. If there was anything left to give anymore, it was my virginity. "Are you all right, Gia?" Sofia asked when she walked through the door. She still had that briefcase, and I thought of changing the direction of the conversation and talking about the briefcase instead. "I'm all right. What is in the briefcase?" I asked as I sat up on the bed and looked at her. "I- ah- well," she stuttered, "There is nothing important in it," she answered. She quickly put the briefcase away in the closet and looked very uneasy with it. Then, I got more curious and got off th
~GIA~ "Mario..." Was the word that slipped from my mouth as Mario kissed me, making my body scream for him. He kissed me, led me to the bed, and got on top of me. A part of me wanted to pull him off of me and walk away before anything happened, but I couldn't. I needed this for some odd reasons. He felt so good on top of me and I gasped when I felt his hard cock on my thigh. "Should I stop?" He asked kissing my neck. How was I going to tell him to stop when he made me feel this good? I didn't answer and moaned as he kissed me and went down on me. He took off my panty and teased my clit with his finger before he sucked me. I held my breath when I felt his warm tongue on my clit. It felt so good I clutched the bedsheets and wanted to pull them off. He groaned and inserted a finger inside my pussy. And because I never had anything penetrate me before, it felt painful and good at the same time. "I won't hurt you." He inserted his finger slowly inside me, without breaking
~MARIO~ When we arrived back home from Marco's place, I went to my room, freshened up, and prepared to go and have lunch with Faviola. She had info on Giovanni, and I needed her to tell me everything that I needed to know about him. When I was done dressing up, I called Faviola to confirm our meeting. "I'm on my way to the restaurant in town. I will send you the name and time to meet," she replied. "All right. I will see you soon." I hung up the call and asked Andrea to overlook things on my behalf and make sure that Gia was taken care of. He gave me a side eye when I mentioned Gia and instructed that she gets taken care of while I am away. "What is it, Andrea? Do you want to say something?" I asked him. "I've just noticed that you've grown fond of her these days, I'm just curious about what changed." He answered. "Nothing changed." I lied. "Are you sure, boss?" He asked. "What do you mean by all your questions, Andrea? Is it a bad thing that I want my prisoner to be ta
~GIA~ Today was a different day. I felt different. I was no longer a virgin, and I imagined how my mother would scold me for that if she was still alive. But then again, I had sex when I was married, according to her wishes. But she would scold me that I slept with a man who took her life and my father's. And while we were eating, Mario kept stealing glances at me. I had to try so hard not to blush and quit eating because I was hungry. I needed something in my stomach for this long day. "Are you enjoying your food?" He asked. "Yes. Are you?" I answered. He smiled and replied, "Yes. I am, too." I smiled and ate my food. He was nervous for some reason. He wanted to ask something else. Maybe about why I left in the morning while he was still sleeping. He wanted to know how I felt. I could see it in his eyes. He was surprised when he saw me coming to the dining table to eat breakfast with him. He thought that I would prefer to have it brought to my room so that I wouldn'
~MARIO~ She looked at me with her eyes wide open and then responded, "Don't ever call me your wife. And in case you haven't noted, I am no longer afraid of you, Mario." I chuckled and commanded, "Get in the car, Gia." She looked intently at me, obviously that she wanted to say something before she changed her mind and walked to the car and got in the backseat. She looked through the window and gave me a deadly stare. We were back to square one, and I felt bad at some point. She was not supposed to see everything that she saw in that dungeon because the last time I took her to one, her parents were locked up in it, and it wasn't an enjoyable visit for her. "Keep an eye on her and make sure that she doesn't run off again," I instructed one of the guards that we came with. The guard nodded, and then I went back inside with the other one. I wanted to get everything done and over with so that I could go back home with Gia and try to make things right with her after everythi
~GIA~ I slammed the door, went to my bed, and threw myself across it, groaning. I was angry at Mario for taking me to a dungeon when he knew that the last time he took me into one, there were my parents inside. They were tortured to tell him who hired my father to kill Francesca. He didn't even want to care that my father was hired to do a job that paid his bills. He didn't even care that the bullet was not meant for her. It was for him. Francesca was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Sofia came inside and stood near the door after closing it. "Mario sent me to check up on you," she said with a concerned look on her face and added, "What happened? What's wrong?" "You should have asked him," I responded. Irritated that he always had to treat me like I was a child. "I'm here now, Gia, and I want to know what's bothering you," Sofia responded, concerned. "I don't want to talk about it," I said, turning over and sleeping on my side. "I can't take that. What did he do?
~GIA~ A week later. I was asleep in my bed, still mad at Mario, for carelessly ordering his man to kill someone else when I thought that he had changed. I didn't want to utter a single word to him even after we moved to the new house. When I heard a door knock early this morning, I groaned, sat up on my bed, and told the person outside to come in. It was Mario. "I hope I didn't wake you up." He said when our eyes met. I didn't want to pay attention to the pace of my heartbeat. So, instead, I looked him in the eye and pretended that I was still mad at him. Seeing him did not make me want to jump out of bed and bury my face in his neck, and let him kiss me until we were both out of breath and lusting for one another. "No. But what do you want? Are you here to ask me when I am leaving your house?" I folded my arms across my chest. "No. I am here to give you this," he came forward and handed me a document. 'Conti Logistics' was boldly written on top of the document. I to
~GIA~ I woke up from Mario's chest and looked at him sleeping. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. I remembered the first night we spent together, and I could not get over how peaceful he looked when he looked angry and annoyed almost all the time. I wanted to touch his face and lean up and kiss him. "Why are you not sleeping?" I almost jumped out of the bed when he asked me. He startled me. "Why are you spying on me? I thought you were sleeping." I got off the bed and put on my gown. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked. I giggled. "I'm going to bathe and then go and check up on Bella." "I didn't hear Sofia complain that Bella needs you to check up on her," he kissed my neck. "I'm sure she misses me and trying to be a good girl to Sofia!" I giggled while Mario turned me on with his neck kisses. "Then let them bond!" He stripped off my gown, covered us inside the sheets, and then whispered. "I have plenty of surprises fo
~MARIO~ "Where is she?" Gia asked beside me. "We will find her," I took her hands, trying to get her to calm down and not panic. "Someone took Bella, Mario! What are we going to do?!" Her eyes looked terrified and were filled with tears. "I need you to trust me. She's still in the house," I answered her. "Is it Charlotte? Is she back?" She cried. I kissed her forehead. "She's not going to take Bella from us, okay?" She gave me the tiniest of nods. I turned towards the door and ran down the stairs and was stunned when I saw a woman holding my baby in the living room. The guards had guns on their heads. We were surrounded by Charlotte and her men. I could only wonder how she was able to get inside the house and hold all my guards at gunpoint. "Charlotte," I said her name as I walked slowly to where she was sitting with Bella in her arms. She chuckled when I said her name. "Surprise, surprise, Mario. I told you we would meet." I walked closer to her. Bella was sound
~GIA~ I was up all night. Contemplating the idea of going back to Mario. It sounded absurd that I came all this way to keep Bella and me safe, and yet, I found myself wondering every single minute if it was the right thing for me to do. I didn't want to keep Bella away from her father, even though that meant keeping her safe. I wanted him there. I wanted him there with me. It bugged me every single day that we were miles away. And so, I needed to make a choice. To leave Milan and go back to him. "Well, after everything you've told me about your baby daddy, I think you should stay as far away from him as possible. For Bella's sake, of course," Aurora voiced out her opinion after I ran to her to ask for her advice. But I knew that was just going to be impossible. I loved Mario. I didn't know why or how, but I fell in love with him and could no longer be far away from him. It felt like I was being torn from the inside when I had to imagine my life without him. "He needs to
~MARIO~ "I will give you 48 hours to get here, or I will kill the last of the men you sent to take my daughters away," she answered. I was about to speak when she hung up the call on me. "FUCK!" I snapped and punched the steering wheel. I slipped my cell phone inside my pocket and thought of what to do for a second. It was true that Charlotte had outplayed us. We underestimated her, and now, we had lost men to her. Andries was one of my best men, so I had to find a way to save him. But first, I had to go and get Gia. Without thinking or hesitating, I pushed the key into the ignition and drove to Milan. I didn't know where or how I was going to find Gia, but I knew in my heart that I could not go any longer without her. It was a long and tiring road trip to Milan. I was alone in the car and just thinking about how I was going to feel to see her and our baby. I was, of course, going to be mad at her for leaving without thinking that I had every right as she had to be
~MARIO~ "Did you find the kids?" I asked on the phone. I was talking with Andries. "Yes. But we have a problem," he stated. I sighed. "What kind of a problem?" "We are going to be outnumbered. There are so many guards here than we estimated," he explained. Of course. We should have known that. They were Charlotte's kids, and she would place the kids' safety first, considering that she knew that we were after her and knew who she was. "I will send more men to you. We need those kids by the end of the day," I provided a solution. "Yes, boss," Andrea answered. I hung up the call and turned to Marco. "What do we do now? We need more men. Andries and his guys are outnumbered," I folded my arms across my chest. Marco sighed and scratched his head. "I see. Okay... I guess I will have to talk with Vince and see if he won't be able to organize about 30 men to join Andries. What do you think?" Well, it was better than less than 30. "That's a great number," I bit my lower lip, try
~GIA~ No one told me that my whole life would have such dramatic events. I wished that my parents had told me how life out there was. I was always cooped up in the house because it was not safe. My father believed that there were people out there who were after him and would use me to hurt him. Of course, I loved my father so much and could not imagine him being hurt all because I wanted to be a part of the real world and go to school like every normal kid did. Besides, I was fond of my home-school teacher. She made it easy for me. I was able to use my wild imagination and see myself in a real school. With kids and making friends, having a silly crush on a boy who was not interested in me, but in my friend. It helped to imagine those scenarios because I felt like I was not kept away from the real world. My teacher would always bring pictures of people in the mall, movies, and dates. It was that bad for me. Talking about being the daughter of a serial assassin. But my ho
~MARIO~ "Boss, Gia ran away," Dante said after I answered his call in the morning. "What?" I sat up straight on the bed. "She left a note that she was going to give Bella a better future elsewhere. Away from all the chaos going on," he explained. I sighed. Shocked. I was relieved at the same time that she was not kidnapped. I thought that Charlotte had taken her away. "Thank you for the heads up, Dante," I answered him and then hung up. I threw myself on the bed and released a sigh. "Do you need me to take away all the tension, Daddy?" The hooker next to me asked. I had forgotten that I bought one last night when I went to the club to clear my mind. I looked at her, smirked, and pushed her head underneath the sheets to my dick. I wanted her to suck it until I released myself inside her mouth. She giggled when her mouth finally met with my dick. When she started working her mouth around it, I groaned. She was so good. "You taste so good, Daddy," she gagged on it. I
~GIA~ Two months later, there was still no word about Charlotte. Dante tried to keep us out of every detail about her until he was able to confirm with Mario that she was gone. For good. Mario sent Dante money every other week to buy us groceries and to also take us shopping. During those two months, he did not come to see his daughter because he was trying to protect her and keep Charlotte from finding out where we were. I didn't complain. I thought and believed that Mario and I were better off without each other. We only brought out the worst in each other and put each other in danger. If we were going to reconcile, Bella would be caught in the middle and get hurt. And that was not what we both wanted. “Are you okay, Gia?” Debbie asked in the car. We were on our way to shopping. I smiled. “Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking that Bella would be 2 months old tomorrow.” She squealed. “We should definitely have a little photo shoot today,” she looked at the rear mirror a