GIO’S POVMy vacation was over, it was time to wear my big girl pants and get back to work. I stayed in Spain for two extra days after Zaverio finally left, keeping my eyes peeled for Norma’s men and also keeping one eye on my phone.I was beyond exhausted waiting for the final ice to crack and be plunged into eternal darkness. My life was on the line, and I had offered my neck to Emily on a platter after what I told Norma.I rubbed my eyes for the tenth time, taking a look at my old cases that had been reassigned to someone who now occupied my former office. He was meticulous and thorough which I loved, but he had been the one to sign off on my open cases, that I hated.Emily hadn’t reached out to me; neither had the other members of God knew what secret organization they were hiding under. If they wanted me to sit at a desk all day and stare into space, I could have as well chosen to work from home and spare myself the mental break down.Rose had kept to herself after I clocked that
“Zaverio,” his name echoed in my head, and happiness surged through my veins as heat spread up my neck, setting my cheeks on fire. It had been years since I saw him, and I wondered what he would look like, but I didn’t care. I had loved him and would love him forever. News had gotten out that he was returning to town. I had heard the other house helps gossip about it, but I hadn’t dared to hope until I heard Mrs. Riccardo say so herself, ordering them to decorate the house and make the mansion beautiful. I scrubbed the plate subconsciously, my hands working by themselves out of years of experience and practice. Lady Riccardo walked in, stern as ever she scowled."Better hurry, Alma," Mrs. Riccardo's voice cracked like a whip, sending a shiver down my spine. "We don't have much time. My son will be home any moment from now. Do your job." I nodded, my lips sealed, knowing better than to utter a word. Mrs. Riccardo's grip on the household had tightened like a noose since Don Riccard
A lump grew in my throat, and my eyes widened in both fear and shock. “You will apologize to me at once, and you must be as quiet as a mouse,” he whispered with severity in his tone. “Got it?”I nodded, gripping my towel tight, hating the way my heart galloped because of the close proximity between our bodies. He let go of my mouth, and I pressed my lips together, tilting my head to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, sir,” I apologized, and my stomach clenched in fear. Zaverio had never been this stern with me. His alcoholic breath fanned my face, and I pressed my back harder against the wall, wishing it would open up and take me. “You've grown so beautiful,” he said in a roguish voice, gripping a handful of my hair. “Damn, I missed you.”I gulped, trembling. Who had Zaverio become? He wasn't the sweet teenager I used to sneak out to the waterfall with. His hand drifted to my neck, sending electric shocks down my spine. “Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you miss me?”“You're
The next morning, I stood in the kitchen, getting my work for the day done. My heart was heavy, and I couldn't stop the flashes of their naked bodies from flooding my head. The door to the kitchen opened, and I looked up from the breakfast I was preparing to see Zaverio standing there with a smile on his handsome face. I turned away, unable to bear the sight of him.I felt a venomous rage coursing through my veins, and it took everything in me not to lash out at him. How could he forget what we had as teenagers, when I gave myself to him completely? He had promised to come back for me, to marry me. But it was all a lie. His betrayal was like the sharp edges of a sword piercing through my heart. I couldn't look at him, couldn't stand the sight of his smile, his eyes, his face. Everything about him felt like a lie.“Please, don't come close, please don't,” I thought, but my prayers were unanswered as a huge hand landed on my shoulder and spun me around. "Don't touch me," I snarled,
My heart raced when the sound of the black sedan's engine dying outside signaled Zaverio's arrival. I gazed up from the novel I was reading and walked to the window. I watched him step out of the car, his hair disheveled. His eyes were tired, but his gaze was still piercing. Lifting his head, his gaze met mine, but I walked away from the window and returned to my seat. I didn't want to think about him, but my mind betrayed me. It conjured memories of our past encounters. Mrs. Riccardo's shrill voice yelling at a house help to get Zaverio something to drink followed. I rolled my eyes at how protective Mrs. Riccardo was of her son, considering how much of a rogue he had become. I tossed my book aside, my throat parched, and my belly craving a drink. I made my way to the kitchen, and downed myself a glass of juice.As I tiptoed back with the glass, my body collided with another, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, and a familiar scent rushed into my nostrils. Glancing up
My eyes fluttered open, and I caught sight of Zaverio dressing up, his broad back and shoulders a vivid reminder of the passion we'd shared just hours before. I pulled the sheets around me, my brows into a frown of confusion as I called out to him in a voice still laced with sleep. "Zaverio?" He paused, his movements suspended as he turned to face me with his chiseled jaw clenched and brows cocked up. "Where are you going?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I tried to read his expression. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty, of an emotion I couldn't quite decipher, but it was quickly replaced by his usual confidence, his eyes turning cold. "Out," he said curtly, his voice low and husky. "I have business to attend to." I stared at him, my eyes locked on his orbs, searching for the truth behind his words. I didn't believe him, not entirely. There was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't press the issue, not yet. Instead, I simply watched him, my hea
Zaverio's PoV I walked to the table, where my body lotion was situated, and I felt my mother's prying and inquisitive eyes on me. "What could you possibly be doing with a maid?" She asked, and I stood in front of my mirror, applying some lotion on my arm. "You tell me, Zaverio." I gritted my teeth, disliking my mother's persistent nature. "Answer me," She probbed, and I refrained from growling at her because she was my mother. I heaved a sigh, saying, "Nothing." "If you say nothing, then why do you talk to her?" Mother asked, and before I could answer, she threw another question at me, "Why do you look at her with an intensity in your eyes?" I spun to look at her with disbelief glinting in my eyes. A chuckle slipped out of my lips, and my shoulders shook in rhythm. "Mamma, are you for real?" I asked, and my brows knitted into a frown. "Alma is a good maid, and she is just my friend." Mother narrowed her eyes into slivers with her arms akimbo. "You can't be frien
Alma’s PoV I wandered from my room to the kitchen in a blind daze. My heart beat was steady in my chest but every strong pound was accompanied with a searing pain that left my mind numb. Did I hear Zaverio well yesterday? Maybe my ears were playing tricks on me. I shook my head, cursing myself under my breath was being weak and vulnerable. I was the one who laid myself bare to him, I practically confessed my undying love whenever he was close to me. But to him I was nothing but a… mere maid. I closed my eyes and placed a palm on my chest, why did it hurt? It was the truth and maybe if I started living it, my daydreams would fizzle and die out. “What are you doing?” I jumped, holding back a frail squeak. “Nothing, I was trying to catch my bearing- I have a silly headache.” I shut my mouth when I realized I was rambling off. The taskmaster didn’t look worried, he simply didn’t care. “You need to pick up the dress Mrs. Riccardo is going to use for the party.” I nodded as I walked
GIO’S POVMy vacation was over, it was time to wear my big girl pants and get back to work. I stayed in Spain for two extra days after Zaverio finally left, keeping my eyes peeled for Norma’s men and also keeping one eye on my phone.I was beyond exhausted waiting for the final ice to crack and be plunged into eternal darkness. My life was on the line, and I had offered my neck to Emily on a platter after what I told Norma.I rubbed my eyes for the tenth time, taking a look at my old cases that had been reassigned to someone who now occupied my former office. He was meticulous and thorough which I loved, but he had been the one to sign off on my open cases, that I hated.Emily hadn’t reached out to me; neither had the other members of God knew what secret organization they were hiding under. If they wanted me to sit at a desk all day and stare into space, I could have as well chosen to work from home and spare myself the mental break down.Rose had kept to herself after I clocked that
ZAVERIO’S POVThe week Gio had given me flew by fast, too fast. Von and I hadn’t packed for this trip so we were good to go anytime. Gio had offered to drive us to the private airport where the private jet was going to be waiting for us.It was too easy to say yes, but I needed to play my cards right and also keep Gio safe, my gut was telling me something was brewing in the background. No one had told me anything since I had been here and in my business, silence was deadly.“You don’t look too happy about returning home.” Von perked up beside me, he had been silent all day, giving me the space I needed to bond with my daughter.“I didn’t know it would be this hard to leave her behind.” Von cocked his head, not knowing where I was leading with this conversation. Alma had agreed to follow us because she felt this place wasn’t safe because Ava tried to kidnap her child.“Leave who behind?” “Alma and my daughter” I held up a hand before he could protest. “I want to take them back home tr
ALMA’S POVMy mother was standing in my home for the second time, taking in the décor as if she hadn’t seen it before. I didn’t speak, allowing her acquaint herself however she wished.No one was in the house except Martha who was taking a much needed nap. She would have loved to meet with the legendary Ava Boltran but her drugs sent her under and kept her there for hours.This meeting was purely Zaverio’s idea and he had bailed the moment Ava arrived, dragging Von with him as he left. It looked like a setup she had no interest in being a part of.Yes, her mother was alive. Yes, she was angry at her for sending her to the other side of world and never reaching out. No, she did not want a relationship with her, she didn’t mind if she stayed dead.Most of the answers in her head were still coated with anger and most of the time she let them simmer and boil. She didn’t owe the woman anything, not even her sympathy.Others gave it freely but she held onto hers for selfish reasons. She was
GIO’S POV“Out with it” I held in an irritated sigh, almost choking myself to death as I fought with my tie.Rose had been quiet since we left Norma’s home, and I hadn’t tried to spark up conversation, if she had a problem with me then she could come out and say, I didn’t have to coax it out of her like she was a child, yet here we were.“Out with what?” Rose watched my murder attempt but didn’t try to step in; she was enjoying the spectacle I was making of myself.I stopped, placed my hands on my hips and sighed again. “You’ve been pouting like a child for hours and I know why but I need you to woman and speak. We can’t function well if you’re going to shut everything inside.”“I don’t have anything to say.” Her jaw clenched, proving me right. We hadn’t known each other for long but long enough for me to know her tells, and now she was furious.“My life is in your hands, I don’t need you throwing me into the line of fire because you can’t stand my guts.”“I would never do anything th
ZAVERIO’S POV“You are fussing over me like a mother hen.” Martha glare held no heat and Alma was too busy arranging the blankets around her legs to notice. “You may be a mother now but maybe I need to remind you that I have lived on this earth more than you have.”“Why don’t you stop distracting me and enjoy my attention?” Alma sighed. “All I did was brew your favorite tea and now I’m making sure you’re tucked in properly.”“As if I need to be tucked in at my age” Martha snorted. “The doctor told me to rest not rot away like a forgotten egg.”I smiled, rubbing my nose into my daughter’s hair. It was simple and charming to watch them bicker and whine. There was no basis but I didn’t think I would ever grow tired of watching Alma pour life into people.Nadine was taking a nap, Von was somewhere in the house catching up with his family, and Gio and Rose were on their way back; I didn’t know if she would return with good news; and a bothersome voice kept telling me my time was up.Alma h
GIO’S POVMy palms were sweaty and I rubbed them on my pant suit, this was the only time I could show a moment of weakness. The Prime minister summoned me like she was the queen of England, and even if I was irritated, I needed to show up or a particular someone would pick me apart.Walking into the halls of grand home was new, and I looked to Rose who didn’t look as panicked as I felt. Her face was an unreadable mask, and I made a note to ask her to teach me how to pull that off.“Madam will be with you shortly, if you wouldn’t mind waiting in the living room” The butler waved a hand to an open door, bowing as we passed.I waited till he locked the door and I was sure we were alone until I spoke. “Don’t you think the butler is a little extra? I mean, I know it’s a big house but a butler?”“Most people like to have them around” Rose shrugged. “I can’t imagine running down those stairs to open the door, and running back up because god forbid you forgot your purse.”“Then why the need t
ALMA’S POVThe woman I now knew was my mother left the same way she came; only this time I noticed her leave. The striking resemblance overshadowed the doubt in my mind. There was no doubt that she was my mother.There were so many emotions fighting for attention in my chest; relief, confusion, fear, distrust. Where do I even start? I grew up thinking my parents were dead, and a few months ago I thought my father was Quinn.I scrubbed my face with my hands, wishing I could flip a switch and turn my brain off; it was getting exhausting to think about the abyss my life was disappearing into.Is that why Quinn left this house to me? This was a way to bring me back to my mother even though he didn’t know he was going to die at the time, but Zaverio hadn’t handed the letter to me like he was supposed to do.If Gio hadn’t given me that letter, I wouldn’t be here in this confusing loop, hearing about people that were supposed to be dead.“Hey, do you want to sit for a while.” Nadine didn’t t
AVA’S POVI had prepared myself for this day, what was there to think about? She was my daughter, it was simple like that. My eyes roamed the younger version of myself, she had more curves than I ever did, and she certainly didn’t take my smile.Her eyes were alight with joy and laughter, and I immediately understood the dynamics in the room and who the father of my granddaughter was. It was a good match; she didn’t need the politics of her family to choose right.Having children in this line of business was like a game of chess, sometimes people were lucky to fall in love, I scoffed in my mind, love and I had a very complicated past.I was the leader of one of the most dangerous organizations in the world, yet I felt so small in this small room filled with people that clearly loved or respected each other. This was far from the scene I was used to, and I shifted uncomfortably in my position.She hadn’t noticed me yet and it irked the perceptive side of me. Any Boltran knew to take st
ALMA’S POVI sipped my lukewarm tea, trying not to think about what Zaverio’s was doing or how he was. Seeing him eradicated almost everything I thought I was feeling; leaving in its place something I wasn’t ready to analyze.He was wonderful with Zara, and she was smitten by her father. It was always easy to slip into the thought of family when I saw them together. Zaverio and I had created a being so beautiful, so pure.I sighed, fixing on the word I never allowed into my head- pure. Zara was the defintion of it, but so were most children. She was unaware of the paths her forefathers had walked and the path she may be required to follow.Zaverio and I haven’t spoken at length since his arrival, one thing or the other was always coming up and when he was spending time with his daughter, I never wanted to encroach in that space.I had had her for months, she wasn’t going anywhere, even though Damien and his unnamed colleague had tried to kidnap her. My heart warmed at the thought that