“I wanted to be capo. It was my birthright, as the eldest Vitale. David should’ve never denied me.” My gut churned at the truth in his words. If David hadn’t denied his identity, maybe he wouldn’t have become what he was today. Carlos, Amara and Zia would’ve been alive. Things would’ve been differe
BELLA “Did Adonis and Dom really have to go back to New York today?” I groaned, looking at Ros. “My mamma’s coming and she would demand to see him in person. Gosh!” I was happy that Mamma had decided to stay in Chicago until my wedding, but I was also terrified, more because I feared she would dis
Matteo sighed. “Do you know Durant Ivanov?” “Ivanov. Yes, I do.” “His men have been wreaking havoc in New York. Vitale’s men found the warehouse with all those trafficked girls and women.” I jumped in relief. “That’s great news, right?” Neither Matteo nor Dante responded. “They found those girls
“It’s okay, Mamma. I’m fine. Alessia is fine.” I managed, “I should’ve told you when I learnt of it, but I didn’t know how to...” “I think it’s finally time we stop blaming ourselves. Zia’s choices were hers, not yours, not mine. And Elias’s deeds have been paid for,” she said, giving a side glance
"I can't sleep." "Because of wedding jitters?" "Because of this house," I admitted. "It feels weird to be in a house I spent most of my childhood in and not be able to see the two most important people of my life." "It's hard not to miss them and the memories," she told me. "Being in this house
ADONIS “Elias is dead,” I said, staring at David’s face change to nothingness. “Thought you should know.” I didn’t have time for David’s drama, but I felt responsible. The warehouse incident with all the dead girls had already ruined my day for anything else. David lowered his head and asked, “Yo
Dom opened the door for her, and she threw her bag inside before turning to me. “You know, don’t you?” I arched a brow, and she groaned. “About the guy I’ll be marrying? Something tells me you know. Hell, I feel like even my sister and Lorelai know. Why am I the one being excluded when it is my life
Val, who was the elegant one of us today, took a small sip from the can of beer she had left untouched till now, while Ros remained still with her hands folded. Val nodded and said, “You both know my story, so I’m not saying it out loud.” “I don’t know the story,” Ros protested, “so spill.” Val l