~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-Mario Montez... He was my nightmare. He was a ruthless mafia king who killed for fun and didn't care about anyone's feelings but his own. He had two little sisters whom he protected with his life, and when my father killed one of the sisters as a failed assassin job meant for Mario, he came after my family and took everything that my father owned. He made him pay for his sins, and my father was stripped of everything that belonged to him. Including me. "I'd rather die than marry you," I said firmly, looking him in the eye. "We will see about that," he replied as he sat down and looked up at me with a smirk on his face. I gritted my teeth, got up from the couch, and went to my room. He kept me hostage in his house for 6 months, and then all of a sudden, he wanted to make me his wife. It sounded absurd to me that he wanted to marry the daughter of the man who killed his younger sister. I thought that he was going to kill me by now instead of keeping me alive just to torture
~GIA~Anna was right. Mario didn't hate me. But he also didn't like me. "To my beautiful wife, everybody. The daughter of Conti the Assassin!" Mario said, raising his wine glass in the air for everyone to see in the ballroom hall. We had just gotten married, and already, my nightmare was starting. "To Gia Conti!" Everyone chanted and raised their wine glasses in the air. We all sat down for dinner, and I sat down next to Mario. When I was about to eat my food, Mario leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You are now a Montez, my love, you are one of us. And these are now your people." "I will never be part of you," I whispered back. "Oh, yes, you are," he smiled at me, and I returned the smile with a frown. "Martinez, come forward with the documents," he instructed the minister, who had just gotten us married. Martinez came rushing to his side with documents. Mario took them and placed them in front of me with a pen. It was a marriage certificate and a formal document t
~GIA~When I got back to my room, I found Anna waiting for me. She looked surprised and concerned at the same time. It was as if she knew what I had to endure inside Mario's bedroom. I fought back tears and pretended to be unbothered. I just didn't want to cry anymore. I was done crying. It gave Mario satisfaction to continue torturing me just to see my reaction. "Gigi, what happened? I saw the last girl leave a while ago," she asked. Concern in her voice. "He made me watch as he made love to her," I answered. "What? Are you serious?" She came towards me, took my hand, and sat down with me on the bed. I chuckled, "I watched everything as if it was a movie." "I didn't know he was going to do that," she answered, pitying me. I didn't want her to pity me anymore. "I am going to get away from him, Anna," I said, looking at her. "I'll help you," she answered. "No, I don't want you to get into trouble!" I looked at her. Scared that I might lose her too if Mario found out what we w
~GIA~Days after Anna's death, it felt like time stood still. There was a void inside my heart that nothing but death could fill. I was married to Mario, the most ruthless man I've ever known. He made my life a living hell. He made me give up on life and fantasize about my death. I was a walking corpse and gave up on trying to escape from him. He owned my life, and there was nothing or anybody that could do to help me get away from him. Except for death, of course. For days, I couldn't stop imagining Anna's blood on my face whenever I looked in the mirror. I couldn't eat or sleep. It felt like food choked in my throat whenever I was tempted to eat, and the nights seemed longer. Darker and lonelier. Every day, it was torture to realize that I was still alive and had to get through the day and the night that followed. I kept thinking that I should have been the one who got that bullet, and not Anna. She deserved to live. She probably had people that she loved and were still al
~GIA~Two nights in a row, I dedicated my time to watching a Bride Killa documentary. And for whatever reason those brides killed their husbands after their wedding, I didn't care about it. I was mesmerized by how they carried out their agenda and were not suspected. Not even by their grooms. They were very careful with how they carried out their agenda. They played their cards smart and made their men not suspect even a thing. I watched other killer documentaries and took notes about how it was not necessary to be able to kill someone who was only romantic with you. It had to be someone vicious. Someone exactly like Mario. And to make it look like it wasn't me who committed the murder, I had to get rid of any evidence that could point toward me. I had to lure him into my trap, make him comfortable, or get him sleeping pills before I killed him. When I was done, I had to use plastic bags to dispose of his body in the lake where he might never be found for many years. Or bury h
~GIA~The car drove off and headed to town. It was Thursday, and it was busier than I expected. So, Ari and I decided to start by getting our hair done, our nails and pedicures done, and then have some shoe shopping before going to the costume store. It was a girl's day out that I was dying to have for months. And I was spending Mario's money. I made sure that I got myself the most expensive hairstyle. The most expensive nail art and pedicure. I also got myself the most expensive shoes to make up for all the trauma that I went through. Everything that Arianna and I got were the most expensive sets in the stores. I didn't feel any remorse for our spending. We both deserved it. I deserved it. After all, I was kept captive for months against my will. A shopping spree was a little revenge that I deserved. Besides, it was not as if the few thousand dollars that I spent were going to make any difference to Mario's bank account."How do I look in this, Gigi?" Arianna asked as she fitt
20 YEARS AG0... ~MARIO~ It was a normal day. I was 16 and coming back from school when I heard wails from the living room at home. I halted in my tracks and listened intently in case the wails were not emanating from home. My heart almost leaped out of my throat when I realized that it was my mother crying. Francesca was still at school, and my father was not yet back from work. My mother was all alone. I ran to the door, barged inside the living room, and found her on the carpet floor, her legs spread open. "Please bring me water and scissors, Mario," her voice came out as a whisper. She appeared exhausted and was perspiring heavily. It pained me to witness my mother in such a condition. I deeply wished for a way to alleviate her suffering instantly. After seeing her in such distress, I dashed to the kitchen to fetch a bucket of water and some scissors. She was about to bring a new life into the world, all on her own. Day in and day out, I witnessed her battle through the p
~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