A couple of weeks have passed since Shane and I informed everyone else of what we know. Leo looped our parents in, so everyone is now on the same page. The information has eased some of the tension, but until Misha is avenged no one will be at peace. Shane is working hard to find the information we need while Max is busy trying to put a fine tooth comb to all of his father’s papers, documents, electronics, contacts, and everything he can to see if he can find the blackmail on Chatworth.Meanwhile I’ve been distracting myself with the bakery and creating a new vegetarian menu for Aunt Sofia’s catering business. The current menu needs some updating, so I’m tossing myself into that and cooking up all kinds of dishes as well as testing new donut flavors. When I’m stressed, I find myself in the kitchen whipping something up. Mom says I’m a lot like her Nonna who adored being in the kitchen and made everything from scratch. Apparently, her Nonna would never buy anything pre-made, not even n
It took me a couple of weeks but I found some information for Max on his dad’s murder. Chatworth is an idiot for attacking the alliance. I don’t care that he has ties to the legal world. Those like Chatworth who live in both the legal and underworld always end up ruined and usually dead because they mess too hard with those in the underworld. They think they are untouchable especially fucking politicians They believe their positions of power makings the extra untouchable, but no one is never fully untouchable. Chatworth will get his in the end. I have no doubt that Max is already plotting dozens of ways he wants to kill Chatworth. I’m more than sure Toni is plotting her own revenge on Mona for causing all the problems she’s caused Toni. Toni and Mona are natural enemies for more than one reason, and I know Toni. She will be the victor just like Max will be. I enter the casino and head to the private floor where Max’s office is. I know this place all too well. Dale took me here when
The melancholy sound of beeping machines almost sends me to sleep, but I fight the urge and take a sip of my canned espresso. Night shifts in the ER are no joke, but it was the first job I was offered out of nursing school so I took it. I took it because I’m determined to earn my freedom from the man who keeps me as his ward. Enzo DeLuca is a man my father worked for. He was Enzo’s second in command of the DeLuca mafia until my father betrayed Enzo to the rival mafia family, the Ronkas. Instead of killing me or selling me into sex slavery, Enzo took pity on me mainly because his son Nico advocated for me to be his father’s ward. Nico DeLuca is determined to make me his wife, and maybe there was a time I wanted that. However, I want my freedom more. Whatever plans Nico and his father have for me are purely for their gain only. I don’t want their plans. I want my plans. I want to be free from the violent world the mafia is shrouded in. I want to help people, maybe even become a doctor
Violetta Calla stands next to me as we wait for our order. She’s on edge as she nervously plays with the black stethoscope around her neck. Her celine blue scrubs hide her coca cola shape figure as well as her nice sized breasts. I’ve been watching Violetta from an affair for years. Her father said she was to be my wife, and I want her to be my wife. I wanted to claim her when her father died but the DeLuca’s claimed her first. War isn’t something I wanted to start. Besides, she was only fourteen at the time and I was already eighteen. I figured it was best to let her be with them until I could reclaim her as mine. Violetta going off on her own was a good thing. However, it was clear she was on a mission to separate herself from the mafia underworld. Nico gave her that space so I decided to respect it as well. I’ve been waiting for the right chance to approach and now it’s time to make my move. “You can relax, Violetta . I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.” I inform her.
Sitting at my desk in my large office in the back of the casino looking over the books as I drink a very expensive bottle of Merlot while puffing on an expensive Italian cigar. It’s about four am. I’ll be leaving soon to go rest in the penthouse suite of the hotel that the casino is located in. That’s where I’ve been living since Violetta went off to do her own thing. I didn’t like the idea of her breaking free on her own, but I needed to let her spread her wings or my little dove would be a sad little caged bird. So, I let my little dove spread her wings and fly knowing one day I’d have her as my wife. I’m about to turn twenty-seven and I plan to bring my little dove back home for my birthday which is in exactly three months from today. There’s a huge party planned at the casino. All the guests will get to play on the house. It’s going to be a night to remember because that is the night I also plan to put a ring on my little dove’s finger. I have everything set in motion, and I’m an
I’m thrilled when my shift ends at seven am. I waste no time going to my locker, grabbing my things and hightailing it out the door. I take the bus to my little one-bedroom apartment in an average part of town. I try to avoid the wealthy part of the city and the not so wealthy part of the city. I find the average parts of the city are where I prefer to hideout. I have a cozy standard one-bedroom apartment with a bedroom, kitchen, full bath, and a living room. There’s also a small dining area that I have set up with a small table and one chair. My little apartment is my safe place. My mind is spinning, so I need my safe space so I can come down from the adrenaline pumping in my veins from tonight's shift.. Once I enter my apartment, I lock my door and drop my backpack by the front door before I kick my black sneakers off. I make my way to my bedroom and grab my cotton cream nightgown and a pair of fresh panties before I head to my bathroom. I pop on my shower, lay my clothes and fresh
I’m running on four hours of sleep, but I don’t care. I’m going to Violetta’s apartment. I hate where she lives, but of course she would pick some cheap, basic ass apartment complex to live in. Violetta has always been a stubborn dove. She would defy her father at every turn. Her mom died when she was young in some mafia involved violence, well, that’s what Mario claims. My theory is that Mario killed his wife because after Violetta was born, her mom started fooling around with one of the men under Mario. I don’t know all the details, and to ask my father about it now, I doubt I would get the truth. My father used to tell me everything. I was in on all his plans and secrets. Two years ago my father started to become paranoid that everyone was trying to kill him, even me, which at the time I thought was crazy. Over time, it’s gotten worse. I think he’s losing his mind from years of doing terrible deeds. My father has done some serious fucked up things that I never agreed with. My fath
My heart beats hard as paranoia begins to fuel my adrenaline. The first thing I do is grab the burner phone from my side dresser. Then I grab a pair of my skinny jeans with a red rose colored t-shirt before I grab a cotton black bra and pantie set. I dash to the bathroom and make sure I lock the door. My hands fumble with the phone. It’s a black flip phone that brings me back to being a teenager for a moment before the panic of my reality takes back over. I flip the phone open and text Anthony. 911! Nico just showed up in my apartment while I was sleeping. He’s forcing me to leave with him. What should I do? I hit send and set the phone on the counter and begin changing my clothes while I wait for Anthony to text me. Why am I texting Anthony? I have no fucking clue, but I feel like a stray dog who just got caught by animal control. As I finish dressing, the phone lightly vibrates. I snatch the phone up desperate for a way out. Of course he fucking did He’s impulsive when it comes to
It took me a couple of weeks but I found some information for Max on his dad’s murder. Chatworth is an idiot for attacking the alliance. I don’t care that he has ties to the legal world. Those like Chatworth who live in both the legal and underworld always end up ruined and usually dead because they mess too hard with those in the underworld. They think they are untouchable especially fucking politicians They believe their positions of power makings the extra untouchable, but no one is never fully untouchable. Chatworth will get his in the end. I have no doubt that Max is already plotting dozens of ways he wants to kill Chatworth. I’m more than sure Toni is plotting her own revenge on Mona for causing all the problems she’s caused Toni. Toni and Mona are natural enemies for more than one reason, and I know Toni. She will be the victor just like Max will be. I enter the casino and head to the private floor where Max’s office is. I know this place all too well. Dale took me here when
A couple of weeks have passed since Shane and I informed everyone else of what we know. Leo looped our parents in, so everyone is now on the same page. The information has eased some of the tension, but until Misha is avenged no one will be at peace. Shane is working hard to find the information we need while Max is busy trying to put a fine tooth comb to all of his father’s papers, documents, electronics, contacts, and everything he can to see if he can find the blackmail on Chatworth.Meanwhile I’ve been distracting myself with the bakery and creating a new vegetarian menu for Aunt Sofia’s catering business. The current menu needs some updating, so I’m tossing myself into that and cooking up all kinds of dishes as well as testing new donut flavors. When I’m stressed, I find myself in the kitchen whipping something up. Mom says I’m a lot like her Nonna who adored being in the kitchen and made everything from scratch. Apparently, her Nonna would never buy anything pre-made, not even n
After several hours the guys leave. It’s late, pushing midnight. I should go to sleep, but my mind is spinning in endless circles. We had been holding off on reaching out to Shane to see if he could find information. I think Leo, Trey, and I feel a bit overwhelmed with leading at the moment. When I took over for my dad I never thought it would be because he was murdered for having blackmail on a dirty senator. The plan for years has been for my dad to retire, and slowly take over for him like Leo and Trey are doing for their dads. Instead, it was a chaotic take over filled with grief and anger. That’s when I decided I’m going to go punch the heavy weight bag in my gym. I’m not going to sleep until I burn off some of the anger I’ve built up since finding out some of the pieces to the puzzle that is my father’s murder. I’m angry at him for keeping something that was clearly important for me to know because now I’m in the fucking dark chasing his secrets. I’m angry at myself for everyth
I wish calling Shane made me feel better, but it only confirmed my suspicions about Mona. Even worse she might be tied to Misha’s murder, which is not something I expected. I initially wanted Shane to look into Mona. I knew it was me being a little petty. Yet, I did have gut feeling that Mona wasn’t good news and not just because Max used to fuck her. There was her obsession with Max, but it’s clear she doesn’t love Max. I wanted answers as to why Mona was interested in my man, and I got way more than I bargained for. The time has come to loop Max, Trey, and Leo in on what Shane has found out. They are technically the current leaders of the alliance. Max has already officially taken over for his father due to Misha’s untimely death. Trey and Leo haven’t officially taken over, but they are running things while our dad’s hang in the background as a guiding light. All big decisions still have to be ran by my dads and uncle for Leo and Trey at least since they haven’t officially taken ov
My phone vibrating in my pocket distracts me as I attempt to do recon for my mission. Being a hitman is a well paying job, but it’s one that requires your soul and heart to be black. My soul and heart weren’t always black. Like everyone else I started off with a pure heart and soul, however, it didn’t stay pure for very long because when I was 10 my bastard step father decided he would start sexually molesting me. For three years I suffered in silence before Hugh, one of my neighbors, saved me and bought me into the world of the Faceless Assassins.One would think that being bought into a secret society of assassins wouldn't be saving. Hugh bought me into the underworld and into the Faceless Assassins because he was giving me my power back. The power my step father was determined to take from me as he made me feel like I was nothing. The only person who bought me comfort was Rosemond or Rosie as she prefers to be called. She was my saving grace, my peace in the storm, and my friend wh
I’ve taken Angie out dress shopping. She has a dance at her school that she is excited for. It’s her first dance, and she was asked by one of the guys in her class. She goes to a private school like Leo, Trey, Max, and I did. It used to be an all girl school when mom went to it, but they changed it about ten years after she graduated. Angie is freshly sixteen and totally boy crazy. She has a crush on the boy that asked her, so that makes this dance even more special. Mom was going to come with us, but I think she sensed Angie and I needed some sister time since we’ve barely had any for months.At first, it was the craziness of the wedding and then Misha was killed and Max became my focus, knowing how much he would need his wife. Unfortunately, my time I normally have for my little sister has been cut, so here I am trying to make it up to her. Even if there are times I get unreasonable jealousy at her for being full siblings with Leo when he’s my twin, I love her. I know how much Angie
A little over a month has passed since my dad was killed. The alliance hasn’t found much other than there might have been some blackmail involved. I’m starting to think the person responsible isn’t someone in the underworld. There are those that live their lives between the legal world and the underworld. Those that play on both sides of the morally grey scale are dangerous because they are very good at fooling people into thinking they have morals when in fact it’s all manipulation. The biggest culprits that enjoy toeing the line between the legal and underworld are those in government, dirty cops and other first responders, and businessmen. Greed is the main fuel that feeds their fire. I’m starting to wonder if my father was hiding something not just from me but also from the alliance. From what we can tell, no one in the underworld ordered the hit. That means it came from outside the underworld and that is a whole other giant to tackle. It’s beyond frustrating that we don’t have m
It’s been a couple of weeks since Misha was killed. It’s still hard to believe that he is gone. I danced with him at our wedding the night before he died. Misha was like a third dad to me. He was someone who was always so sweet to me. He treated me like his daughter and he protected me like I was as well. Not having around feels weird. I keep expecting his jolly demeanor to stride into the bake shop and buy a dozen donuts for himself, his driver, and his two bodyguards who were useless against a sniper. Sniper is a dirty move too, but whoever wanted Misha dead made sure it was done quickly. I guess that’s something, but still it hurts that he is gone. With the alliance struggling to figure out which enemy might be responsible for Misha’s death, I think it’s time to turn to someone who deals with assassinations for a living. Shane Thorne is a good friend of ours and he belongs to a secret society assassins called the Faceless Assassins. I only met Shane a couple of years ago, however,
Today we bury my father. It’s been about five days since he was killed. Hell, Toni and I haven’t even been married for a whole week yet here we are attending my father's funeral together. It’s almost unfathomable that we are standing here as people pay their respects to my dad. My mind is having trouble comprehending the situation. I thought I had years left with my dad. He was my guidance and sounding board when it came to business stuff. Now, he’s just gone. Living in the underworld there is always a risk that you will die a brutal death. At least my father was shot in the head by a sniper, so it was quick. We don’t know who ordered the hit either. Not yet at least. My father did have his secrets. Granted he didn’t have many that I didn’t know about, but I wager there are a few he kept from me for one reason or another. I know if he didn’t keep something from me it was probably to protect me. That’s one thing I can always say about my dad was that he fiercely protected me yet he wa