ADONIS I hated parties. All the people spitting nonsense over my face. All those eyes zeroed on me. But according to David, attending parties, especially the ones thrown by the underbosses or captains, was a necessity, almost like dressing up. Dom sighed, following behind me. He wasn’t any different from me. He hated having to hold on to a fake smile just as much as I did. Standing by the entrance was the man of the house, the underboss Danilo Romano, the father of the woman—no, girl—I didn’t want to marry. He kept contact with my eyes as he took my hand in a firm hold. “Danilo,” I said in a low, crisp voice. He greeted me, then Dom, and led us inside the house. Danilo’s parties had always been fancy, with flowers and carpets, chandeliers and candles, frames and statues adorning the corridor and rooms. The room where the party was being held was filled with people, mainly the other underbosses and captains, and tables with arrays of beverages and drinks and snacks, all put on an
ADONIS I returned to the party with my mind all over the place. Dom was nowhere near, so I strode straight to David, who was now alone at his table, which I believed belonged to both of us, sipping red wine. He peered at me and a smile registered on his face, a smile I knew all too well—fake, as it had always been. “Please tell me you have told Danilo of my decision.” His face tightened. “Adonis—” “No.” My jaw clenched. “Have you seen that girl? She’s a fucking kid, and she looks like it, too. She could pass as my daughter if she stood beside me.” “That’s impractical, Adonis.” “What’s impractical is me marrying her.” David groaned. “A young and responsible wife, that’s all one needs. That’s all men like us can have.” “Men like us?” I closed the distance between us and spat, “Maybe I’m not a man like you.” “If you let your emotions and stubbornness cloud your judgement, you’ll be left with nothing,” he tried to remain as calm as possible for people to not look. “She can be a go
ADONIS “You should know, David has been pressuring him to get you to agree to the marriage proposal,” Eros said, stretching out on the couch. My eyes widened and steps halted near the fireplace. “He what?” “David said, quote, ‘You should for once make him do something for the sake of his future’,” Eros added, mimicking David’s heavy voice. I dreaded going into the same spiralling shit stirring between me and David with anyone else, especially him. “He’s pissed.” “You bet.” The gravelly voice came from the door and my gaze followed. Salvatore Castellanos entered the room in casual trousers and a loose shirt, the shades of white and grey hairs highlighting in his black hair and bushy beard. “And it’s not because of your reluctance to his proposal,” he told me. “I’m not worried about that,” I lied. David Vitale didn’t have the right to pressurise me into doing shit like marrying his favourite underboss’s daughter, but Salvatore Castellanos did. As my father. “He questioned my sense
ADONIS “That would explain why he and Dom can’t seem to spend a day without each other.” I grabbed a magazine from the fireplace mantel, rolled it, and landed a smack on Eros’s shoulder before he could scoot away. “Ow!” “Just so you both know. I am very much interested in women. In fact, I love women. If it had been otherwise, I’m pretty sure you would’ve known it long ago.” Eros shifted to the other edge of the couch and I sat in his place. “Dom is my consigliere, so I need him to manage my outbursts.” “But, frankly, brother, you’ve been having a lot of outbursts lately. Does it have something to with the stick up your ass?” “You’re the stick up my ass.” “Eros. Xander. How old are the two of you? Really?” I pursed my lips while Eros only grinned. Dad said, “Twenty-eight and thirty-two. You both should think about getting settled.” “Nah-uh,” Eros retorted. “You can do that with Xander all you want, but not me. Twenty-eight is too young for it.” “Tell yourself that when you’re st
ADONIS “I want to do what’s best for you.” “Best for me?” His brows creased. “By taking away part of your empire that I protect? That I work so damn hard to defend? I’ve been trying day and night to prove to everyone that I’m worth it, that I deserve this position just as much as everyone else, and you just want me to step back? Cower?” “It’s not what I—” “That’s not what you meant?” I looked at Dad and then back at Eros. “I only want to protect you.” “Like how you protected our sister?” “Eros!” Dad roared. Eros stared at me, his chest heaving as if he had just been snapped out of a phase. I knew he didn’t mean any of the things he had said, that deep down he knew all I wanted was for him to be safe, but his words hit a deeper nerve ending in my body. I looked away and gulped. Eros was the one person I couldn’t burst out on. I didn’t look but felt Eros shift from the couch and bolt out of the room, bumping his shoulders against that of the figure we had somehow missed noticin
BELLA “I’m willing to die for Mama Helena’s lasagna and gnocchi any day,” Val said, licking her spoon. Mamma gave patted her on the back, flattered by her comment, but then pinched her arm, making her squeal. Both Zia and I saw that coming from miles away. We laughed. “No one talks about dying in and around this house,” Mamma scolded. “And for you girls, never utter those sinful words.” As if we lived in a sinless world. I rolled my eyes. Val gave an apologetic smile and sipped from her glass of coke. “We wouldn’t need to say it out loud because the amount of fat in these would literally kill us one day.” Zia scoffed, grabbing a bite of lasagna, and then pushed her palms out, seeing Mamma take a step in her direction. “Mamma, I’m just joking.” “Why do you eat it when you have to complain?” “It’s not like I can puke everything out now.” “Then stop puking stupid words.” Val and I could barely contain our laughter, the sounds, which according to my Mamma, were too unladylike, but
BELLA Adonis was outside the apartment, one hand on his hips and the other pressing his cell to his ears. His back was turned to me. The way his shoulder heaved, it didn’t look like he was in a good mood, yet he’d sounded so ecstatic through the phone. I stopped behind him and watched—admired—his broad back and waited for him to get off his phone. “I said leave him to me. Which part of it do you not fucking understand?” he growled. His voice oozed of such dominance and control. Superiority. “I’ll take care of him myself.” He disconnected the call and mumbled, “Fucking morons.” “Hey.” He twisted his head in my direction, striding his cell into his pocket. “I don’t have any pockets today. Can you—” He nodded, took my phone and put it inside his pocket. We began walking, taking slow steps. Something about him has changed since his call. I wanted to ask, but that didn’t seem like a good idea. Even though he was a quiz, I desperately needed to crack to get out of this alive. We reache
BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.” I returned her stare. Domenico Guerra has a sister? Coming to think of it, she looked familiar—eyes in the lightest shade of brown, the small nose, thin lips and blonde hair. But I had looked into Domenico’s information carefully and there had been no mention of Rosaline. “A consigliere means—” “I know what a consigliere means,” I cut in before Ros could complete, which made her narrow her eyes at me. Turning to Adonis, I said, “Do you mind if I go ahead?” He nodded. Adonis’s presence was bothersome, but I knew I could take it—unto a certain level—