~MARIO~ It has finally been 6 months since I married Gia. Her father's company was legally hers, and I planned to take it and make it mine. I was going to make a deal with her in exchange for her company. I called her family's lawyer for Gia to sign the necessary papers for the company to be in her name. She agreed, and there were no hustles when it came to that arrangement. "So, you are married to Mario Montez, Gia?" The lawyer asked, looking sternly at Gia through his eyeglasses, trying to make sure that I was not holding her against her will to claim the company as my own. He wanted to spot any discomfort from her that would prove that she was forced to be at the meeting. "Yes, we are married," she answered with a smile. "Do you understand that your husband will have a 50% share of the company?" "I understand completely," she answered. "Do you understand that at the time of your death, he will have a 100% share of the company?" She looked at me and answered, "I und
~GIA~ Two days later, Mario bought me a house in Milan. It was a small, modern apartment that I fell in love with instantly. He also bought me a car and gave me a great start to my new life as a free woman. He also bought me furniture and insisted that I don't use the cheques that he gave me. Sofia begged to come with me, but Mario did not approve because he wanted to cut all ties with me. He also made me change my cell phone and lose all the contacts that I could use to get hold of him. He told me not to think of them again. To move on with my life and be happy. He promised that he was going to take care of Arianna and continue with the reading practices that I did with her. Well, my transition in Milan was not that bad. I registered myself for an online course and befriended an old lady who lived opposite my apartment. She was such a nice lady and made my life there adjustable. A few days later, I was used to living on my own. I had my morning coffee at this new
~MARIO~ "I miss Gia, Bambi. When is she coming back?" Arianna asked again for the millionth time this week. "She will be back home soon, Ari," I replied to her as I picked her up in my arms to watch a movie with her. "Do you think that she misses us?" I had no idea how to respond to her questions anymore. And so I decided to hire someone to take pictures of her to show to Arianna so that she would be relieved about her. I thought that if she knew that Gia was fine and happy, it was going to make her happy. In return for the pictures, Arianna asked to write Gia's notes and have them sent to her. She thought that Gia would love them and appreciate them. And I agreed to get the guy that I hired to get the notes to Gia without her noticing. So far, the guy came back with reports that Gia took the notes and smiled when she received them. But the following week, the guy I had hired reported to me that she found Gia passed out in her apartment and rushed her to the hospital, bu
~GIA~ The following week, Enzo and I started going out daily. He would come in the morning to my house to pick me up for breakfast and lunch and bring me back home before dinner time with Chinese food takeaways. "I had no idea you liked Chinese food," he joked as he opened the door to my apartment. I chuckled. "Well, if I knew they were this good, I would have had Chinese food every night for dinner." He closed the door behind him and smiled at me. "You've really made me a happy man, do you know that, Gia?" My heart skipped a beat, and I blushed. "Why is that?" He came forward, closing the gap between us, and said, "There is nothing in the world that I enjoy more than being with you, listening to you, and hearing your laugh." I saw my whole future right there. He was the one sent for me, and I was sure of it. He made me happy. He made me laugh. What more could I have asked for? "I'm happy that you're here with me," I answered as I looked him in the eyes. Getting lost
~MARIO~ I called in a nanny to look after Arianna for a couple of days while I went on my mission to look for Gia. I didn't even want to tell her that I might bring her home with me because anything was possible since she was pregnant with another man's child. Though that was impossible to believe, I had to. I mean, there was a good chance that she could have fallen pregnant for someone else right after she left my house. So, I just went ahead with the plan to look for her so that I could confirm that she was indeed pregnant for another man. I knew at the back of my mind that she miscarried ours, and I did not need to confirm obvious things, but I just wanted to prove myself wrong. Luca and I drove to Gia's new place. She had bought a new apartment in a new town because maybe she was trying to have a new fresh start with her baby daddy. But it didn't matter. I was going to confront the whole situation today and find out what was going on. "Are you sure that she seemed
~MARIO~ When Faviola hung up on me, I quickly dialed Doctor Greco's cell phone number so that he could explain how possible it could have been for him to diagnose Gia falsely about her losing her pregnancy when she did not. It did not make sense to me, and I needed him to clear that up for me and then explain how in the fuck hell did he just make me send off my pregnant wife out there to be haunted by Faviola. I needed him to explain to me whether he loved his job and never wished to lose it because I was going to fulfill that wish. "Doctor Greco?" "Good afternoon, Montez. How may I help you?" "How possible is it that you could have given Gia a wrong diagnosis when she did not lose her baby?" He was silent for a second, breathing. "Why? Is she pregnant?" "I asked a question, Doctor Greco." He sighed. "I don't think I might have given her a wrong diagnosis when all her pregnancy tests came back faint and others negative. She lost the baby, Mario. And she was bleeding and pas
~MARIO~ A month passed, and Gia was now 34 weeks pregnant and only had a month left to give birth, and I still could not find her. I was always on edge and desperate to find her. "We've tried everything to find her, boss, but it seems like she doesn't want to be found," Dante broke the silence in my study office. "You have to find her. She's pregnant with my child!" I yelled at them. How incompetent could they be to fail to find someone who was heavily pregnant like her? She had no one to hide her from the face of this earth. They just had to try harder to find her and bring her to me before she gave birth out there. "Are you sure that Faviola lost her?" I asked them. They looked at each other, afraid that I had asked them this very same question for a millionth time now. "She does not have her, boss." "Bring her to me, then," I commanded them as I picked up my glass of whiskey on the counter and drank. A few weeks ago, I found Faviola and interrogated her about
~MARIO~ "Here she is, boss." Dante and Andries said in unison as their men led Faviola to the dungeon in my house. "Let go of me!" She tried to wiggle herself from their grasp. I chuckled. "Hey there, old friend." She frowned when her eyes met mine. "What is this, Mario?" I gave her a weak smile. "Oh, never mind where we are, I just wanted to ask you some questions." I instructed the two men holding her to sit her down on the chair before me while I also sat down opposite her. I scoffed as we locked eyes. She was pissed. "We agreed that you would leave me alone and let bygones be bygones," she said. "No, Faviola, it's not over until I say it is. And I don't get to make that choice with you," I answered her. She squirmed on the chair, her hands tied with a rope behind her. "Let me go this instant, Mario." I shoved the chair a little closer to her. "Where is Gia?" "I told you a thousand times, I don't know!" She yelled. "Do you think she never left Rimini if, of course
~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