ANTONIO.“Antonio.” Rosalinda whispered in fear as she clung to my side, seeking a sense of protection.“I’ll not let anything happen to you, Rosalinda. Or your son. I promise.” I assured. “Just follow me until we get to the car.”We continued walking in the direction of the car while I consciously noted the number of men following us. I have counted five so far, but there could be more. Hopefully, they won’t attempt to attack in public; that would give us the chance to get Rosalinda and Carlo to safety before they strike.Once we reached the car, I promptly got Rosalinda and Carlo inside first, before rushing to the driver’s side of the car and jumping in.Without hesitation, I turned the ignition on and slammed my foot on the gas, powering up the road.“You and Carlo should stay down.” I urged Rosalinda as I continued driving.I couldn’t spot them following us yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time.“Who are they?” Rosalinda asked, her voice filled with fear and horror.Sighin
ROSALINDA.Carlo fell asleep almost immediately after Antonio left; he was really scared, and I couldn’t even imagine how traumatic the experience was for him. Even I was traumatized. I had experienced gun fights several times, but I could never get used to the violence.My anxiety was high as I waited for Antonio to return. He didn’t tell me where he was going, but I knew he went back to help his men fight. My heart wouldn’t stop beating dangerously fast as many scenarios of how things could go wrong subconsciously played in my mind.The more I tried to bounce the devastating thoughts out of my mind, the more they kept rushing in.Suddenly, the sound of my phone ringing cut through my thoughts, saving me from the suffocating grip of worry. I hastily grabbed my phone, hoping it was Antonio with reassuring news.But glancing at the screen, Giovanni’s name flashed on it.“Giovanni.” I said into the phone when I picked up.“Rosa. I heard you went on a baecation with your lover.” He tease
ANTONIO.“Who are you?!” I growled as I approached Oliver in long, hasty strides, with intense anger raging within me.“I am Oliver. Nothing more.” He weakly replied.I clenched a fist, and in a split second, I delivered a powerful punch to his nose. Blood trickled down at the impact.“What do you want from me?” He cried, spitting out the blood that rolled down his mouth. “I am innocent. Please let me go. I beg you.”“Not until you tell me who you work for.” I groaned.“I don't work for anyone, and I fucking didn't try to kill you.” He denied again, wincing in pain.“A band tatted on the wrist.” I wiggled my wrist in front of him to demonstrate. “Does that ring a bell?”“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He muttered weakly.He had been tortured repeatedly and had hardly eaten anything since he got here. That explained why he appeared so exhausted and looked like he would pass out at any moment.But I was determined to get answers from him before he did. Even if he fainted, I w
ROSALINDA.He lied to me. Antonio fucking lied to me, and I couldn’t even believe that I actually fell for it. I should have known better.“You lied to me.” I called him out with rage burning furiously within me.“I—“ he trailed off, raking his fingers through his hair frustratedly.After a while, he blew out an exasperated breath, then turned to look at Oliver and completed losing the rope that was used to tie him around the chair. It seemed like he had started losing it before I went in, though.Returning his gaze to me, he muttered. “I was about to let him go. He is free to go.”“You lied to me.” I seethed again as I began to close the distance between us. "Antonio, you lied to me.”“What was I supposed to do?!” He suddenly snapped.My eyes narrowed as I gazed at him, my nose flaring in rage.He exhaled sharply before continuing with a calmer voice. “I am sorry. I lost it. But Rosa, what was I supposed to do? Sit back and do nothing when I thought he was after my life."“How sure a
ANTONIO.On my way, I called Marco and instructed him to make sure Oliver took his bath and looked presentable before my arrival.Marco was standing on the front porch, waiting for me to arrive when I got there.“Welcome.” He greeted me as I approached him.I nodded slightly in response. Noting the curiosity on his face, I decided to brief him before he asked the question I believed he had in mind.“Nikolai Petrov called me, asking for Oliver. They have Camilla.” I told him as I walked past him, and he followed suit.“What? How is he connected with the Petrovs? Why do they want him?” He asked, surprised.I sighed. “That’s what I also want to find out. Where is he?”“In the living room.” He replied.In the living room, Oliver was seated on one of the sofas, guarded by Vito. He had taken his bath and changed clothes. Though still dishevelled, he looked way better than the way I left him.The second he saw me approaching, a hint of fear flickered in his eyes.“You said I was free to go.
ROSALINDA.Today was birthday, and as planned, the party had already begun downstairs.I was dressed in a neon orange fitted dress with my raven black hair packed in a tight bun, accentuating my facial features.“Mommy. No. I want the blue one.” Carlo whined as he stared at the white shirt in my hand.I was in his room, dressing him up for the party.“The blue one it is, then.” I smiled sweetly as I leapt to my feet and trudged to his wardrobe to drop the white shirt.He giggled happily as I returned with the blue shirt, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips."Mommy, is Uncle Antonio coming?“ He asked, reminding me of the wound I had been trying to close.Antonio hadn’t reached out since that night, and it hurt like hell. He told me that he’d explain everything to me when he got the full details, but that explanation never came. I guess I expected too much from a mafia lord. How absurd.I got to hear a little bit of what happened from Sofia, though. Oliver called h
ROSALINDA.“Who is it?” I quickly asked.Leaning in, he planted multiple gentle kisses on my neck, causing heat to rush to my core.“Don’t give me a hickey.” I said, a soft moan escaping my lips.He flicked his gaze at me, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Too late.”“Oh, no.” I worried as I wiped my neck with my hand. How was I supposed to hide it with the off-shoulder dress I had on?“Kidding.” He chuckled.He got me.“I dislike you.” I gritted out, obviously not meaning it.“It’s quite the opposite, Love.” He sought my lips, engaging me in a soft, sweet kiss.“So, who is it?” I got back to the matter at hand after we pulled away from the kiss.He brushed my lips with his thumb, staring intently into my eyes with sinful desire. “I’m not sure yet. But I’ll tell you once I confirm."“There he goes again. With the secrets.” I remarked, rolling my eyes.A small smile touched his lips as he continued staring at me with intense desire. “You pretty woman.”Before I could reply, he smash
ROSALINDA.My heart pumped rapidly. My entire world froze as the doctor’s words rang repeatedly in my head.“Mr. Moretti has been keeping this to himself for a while now and asked me not to tell you guys, his family. But I don’t think I can hide this anymore. I’m sorry, but you all deserve to know that he has cancer. Cancer of the lungs. But it is still in the early stages, and there is a great chance of it being cured since it was detected early. He has been coming here for treatment, and I suppose he fainted as a result of the side effects of the treatment.”Papà. Cancer? The news was too painful to take in, and I found myself unable to breathe well. I couldn’t imagine a life without my Papà. I didn’t want to lose him. Not now.“Papà why? Why didn’t you tell us?” I queried, tears streaming down my face as I held his hand in mine.“This is why.” He smiled sadly, lightly squeezing my hand in his. “I didn’t want to see you cry like this.”“You should have told us.” Sofia, who was sitti
Third-person POV.Antonio’s lips pressed against the softness of Rosalinda’s cheek, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at her.“Good morning.” He whispered sensing her stirring. When she didn’t respond, he murmured playfully, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “I know you are awake.”“I didn’t want you to stop staring at me.” Rosalinda admitted with a smile, her eyes still closed. “I like it when you stare at me; I wanted to keep feeling your eyes on me.”“It doesn’t matter if your eyes were opened or closed. I could stare at you anyhow, anywhere, anytime.” He said, tracing her nose and lips with his finger. “But do you know when I love staring at you the most?”She shook her head, a smile still on her lips. “When you are naked in the shower.” Her eyes shot open immediately, and she playfully smacked his arm. He chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with delight. “Good morning, Pretty.” “Good morning, handsome.” She replied, her voice still laced with sleep. Placing his
ROSALINDA“Mommy is getting married today.” I told my little girl as I rubbed my belly, my smile stretching from cheek to cheek while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Every detail fell into place flawlessly—my dress, hair, makeup, everything was just perfect. I couldn’t believe that this day was finally here—the day I had always looked forward to—and I couldn’t be happier that I was doing this with Antonio.It’s been a month since the incident that happened at Liam’s mansion. Antonio healed in no time, and I haven’t left his side ever since. I couldn’t imagine how life would have been without him. After two weeks of tirelessly searching for Diego and Liam, Nikkolai found them and ended them immediately. I also heard that it was Nikkolai Petrov who killed Lorenzo’s father, Sergio. I couldn’t fathom why Nikkolai was so keen on taking care of Antonio’s dirty businesses, but I just hoped he wouldn’t demand a huge price in return down the line. One thing was sure—Mafia bosses neve
ROSALINDA “He’s a fighter. He survived it. Luckily, the bullet narrowly missed his heart. He’ll recover soon enough.” These words from the doctor were the best news I had ever heard in my entire life. I couldn’t even imagine what would have happened to me and to my son if I had lost Antonio. My entire existence would have been wounded, and I would have never recovered from it. I was glad about the information the doctor passed, but I was still insanely worried and wanted to see him awake and talk to him before I could break free from the anxiety twisting my insides.It’s been thirty-two hours since the bullet extraction surgery, since the doctor assured us that his vital signs were okay and that he would wake up soon enough, but he still hadn’t. I was sitting by his bedside, silently praying, hoping, and wishing for him to wake up. I was mentally and physically exhausted, and everyone had asked me to go home and rest because of my condition, but knowing that he was in that situation
ROSALINDA I wasn’t going to give up. I had to find a way to leave there as soon as possible. I kept looking through the windows at regular intervals, hoping the men there would leave so I could escape. The sky outside was already dark, and the rope I had tied together was still dangling, calling on me to descend with it. But the only thing stopping me from doing that were the fucking men out there. My mind drifted to Antonio, and my already painful heart was broken even further at the thought of what he would be going through at the moment. He’d be so broken and frustrated looking for me. I just hoped he had found a clue and was on his way to come get me. I had to be found, or escape, for him and for my son. I looked through the window again, expecting to see the men guarding it, but my eyes widened and a pang of hope filled my chest when I didn’t see them there. Without hesitation, I climbed over it and began to descend very quickly. But just as I was about to alight, the men app
ANTONIO My men and I had tried every possible means to look for Rosalinda, but there was no cue. Nothing at all. I was frustrated, scared of losing her. Even the thought of it blocked my airways, making it difficult to breathe. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get my woman back. Nothing at all. Vito and I had just finished looking through the footage from the security camera from all the buildings around the gas station, but we got nothing. My phone started ringing, and I picked it up, hoping it was one of my men calling me to give me positive feedback, but I drew a long hiss when I realised it was Sofia calling. She had been buzzing my phone for over an hour now, demanding to speak with Rosalinda. I had told her that she was fine and was only sleeping, but she wouldn’t buy it. Fuck! She was fucking adding to my frustration with her persistent calls. “Don’t you think you should tell her the truth?” Vito suggested, as I rejected the call. “She’d tell Roberto, and I don’t want hi
ROSALINDA My head was banging so much that it felt like it was going to explode. For how long have I been sleeping? I wondered, as I tried to open my eyes, only to abruptly close them back due to the blinding light. After a few seconds, I tried again, but this time, slowly, until my eyes adapted to the light. Suddenly, I caught sight of a familiar face sitting on a sofa not so far from the bed, and I jerked up in perplexity. “What are you doing here?” I demanded. “You’re awake.” Liam grinned, and just then, reality sank in. I looked around the room, fear crawling through me as everything that happened rushed back in. I remembered everything—how I was kidnapped from the gas station and drugged until I was knocked out.“Liam. What the hell is this?” I demanded fiercely, hiding the fear crawling through me. “What do you think it is?” He raised a brow, expecting a response from me. And when he didn’t get any, he continued. “I told you, Rosalinda, that I adore you. And whatever I wan
ROSALINDAThe very next day after Sofia’s wedding, our own wedding preparation began. Antonio called Papà over the phone to inform him of our plan, while I, on the other hand, planned to tell Mama, Sofia, Matteo, and Giovanni in person—that is, if Papà hadn’t already told them before we got to the mansion. Antonio and I planned to go to my parent’s place today. We had a lot on our schedule, but the first place we visited was the hospital. I had an appointment with the sonographer to get the baby’s ultrasound done. “She’s so healthy.” The sonographer said, smiling as she moved the transducer around my belly. This wasn’t the first time I saw my baby girl, but each time I heard the whooshing sound of her heartbeat, I felt an unexplainable warmth radiate through my entire being. I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms. “She’s so cute.” Antonio said, a small smile on his face. “I bet she’d look like me.” “She’d definitely be my carbon copy.” I countered. He chuckled softly. “We’ll find
ROSALINDA Who said dreams were unattainable? Whoever said that bluffed because Sofia defied that claim. The dream she thought was out of reach was coming to pass. It’s been two months since she had the emergency surgery; she and the twins—Isabella and Alessia—were healthy and out of the hospital. Today was her wedding day. She was getting married to the love of her life, and I couldn’t be more happy about her finally getting her happy ending. She deserved it, they both deserved it. I had asked Antonio to wait a bit more before we got married, and he agreed without protest, even though I knew he wasn’t so happy about it. He just wanted to do right by me. He had been the perfect man ever, and I couldn’t even imagine my life with any other man. I didn’t even know why I had delayed the marriage, but anyway, that was the least of my problems at the moment. The dress I had on was. I turned around to look at my reflection in the mirror, and Goddamn it, I captivated myself. The thigh-hig
ROSALINDA Antonio grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I had the strong urge to protest, but I didn’t because I knew whatever I did would have been useless. He would never leave me there, and we would only end up causing a scene. “Why the fuck did you come out here alone, Rosalinda?” He groaned once we were outside, his furious eyes staring intently at me. “And don’t tell me you took alcohol with your condition.”I folded my arms over my chest, casting my gaze away as I retorted. “I only took sparkling water, and you are not the only one allowed to leave the house after a fight.”“Does that mean you should endanger your life?” He fired back. “I don’t care whatever danger surrounds you, but she is an adult and could make her own decisions.” Ruby suddenly chimed in, her voice filled with irritation. He drew his brows together, his frown deepening as he turned his attention to her. “Really? I’m starting to wonder if they used you to lure her out so that they could kidnap and harm