Axon Blaze is the starting role of every girl's fantasy. His shaggy, dirty blonde hair and grey eyes would make any girl's heart melt. But behind those beautiful eyes is a dark past he is running from. To meets the eye he seems like an average guy. However Tatianna Moretti is the total opposite. Her life is an open book. Tatianna's every waking moment is documented with the flash of the cameras and her smile is plastered on every billboard. What happens when these two meet? Turns out they have a lot more in common than they think. The only difference is he knows about his dark past and she has no clue about hers.
View MoreI pull up to the dimly lit brick building an hour later. Three Black SUVs are already there. Meaning Iām late.Running my hands through my hair, I take a batted breath. This is it. The men are waiting. We could end this. Itās all on how we play the game. My hand reaches for the door, I know Iām taking my time, but the thought of telling the Don the news has me stalling. Even though he is Tatiās father, he is still a stone cold killer. Although he is older and wrinkles cover his face, he has seen more blood than a blood bank. And his withered hands have held more life in them than most. He doesnāt take bad news well. The fact that it was one of my men that put the family at risk, has me worried. I enter the solid concrete room where Vito is waiting patiently with his hands behind his back. Two men are strategically placed on both sides of him. āBendetto, my boy!ā Vito walks over to me and pats me on the back. His eyes are bright. I let out a breath that I didnāt realize I
Johnny stares back at me with a look of pure terror in his eyes. I can smell the fear mixed with blood. I walk towards him with a predatory glare. ā Johnny, Johnny, typical. I should have known you were the traitor.ā āMmmmmā Johnny wiggles against the ties that bind him. Sweat pours into his eyes. I rip the gray duct tape from his smile and smirk in satisfaction as he screams out in pain. His beard hairs pull along with the tape. āBendetto you son of a bitchā Johnny bellows out. Swiftly I rear back and punch him in the mouth, blood pours out and he spits it back at me. I grab him up with a fistful of his black curly hair. And bring his ear to my mouth. āNow you listen to me, you son of a Bitch!ā I growl out in frustration. ā One of us is going to walk out of here, the other in little pieces. You can either tell me what I want to know and I will end your miserable existence quickly and painlessly, or option two I take great pleasure in torturing every last drop of informatio
Vito, Marco and myself are gathered around the antique Mahogany desk. Iām still not close to learning who is the traitor within the midst. Itās been a week and Iām going stir crazy. āBenedetto, if we wait any longer. Carl will take it as a sign of weakness. The family's fate rests on us taking the initiative.ā Marco says as he walks up to the bookshelf with his hands behind his back. I canāt read his facial expression. But I know he is right. āSon Marco is right. We canāt hide. If you donāt act I will call the orders. Be warned that will risk an all out war. We donāt know who Carl has gotten too. I lost my best man. He was a traitor and I didnāt even know.ā I rub my temples in frustration l know no matter who orders this attack, we are all screwed. āI have a traitor in my midst too. Vito no matter who orders the attack. Neither of us will have the upper hand. Give me a few days. Let my best men investigate. I will go down to the other warehouse and see to it person
Marco and I have finally made it out of the tunnel. My head has stopped bleeding and I am starting to feel the pain. I got a glimpse of myself in the car mirror. I could look a lot worse. Weāre finally at the hideout. I took extra precaution to make sure we werenāt being tailed. As much as I want to get home, my family's safety is more important. I enter in the key code and prints to unlock the door. Just as I open the door I see a nine gauge pointed directly at me. āDonāt shoot.ā I yell out. My final plea. Tati is going to shoot me. Tati lowers her gun, and lets out a sigh of relief. I wipe the sweat and blood from my brow. āAxon itās you. I was so worried.ā Tati says. Her eyes are swollen and it looks like she has been crying. All I keep thinking is I caused this. Everything that Tati has gone through is because of me. āAxon youāre bleeding, are you badly hurt? Come here and let me help you clean up and bandage your wounds.ā The fight in me is gone and I am mentally and p
I pull the hidden lever on the floor and reveal a secret passageway. Dragging Marco with me down the slope, I tightly close the entrance. The fire above me burns, destroying everything my father built. Those things could be rebuilt, I only hope my men were okay. As soon as I get to the safe zone. I will be able to investigate and calculate the damage. I set Marco down. He starts hacking and coughing. The black soot is covering his face. We are both gasping for fresh air. My head is aching. If I would have stayed in that building for five more seconds Iām sure I would have passed out completely. Currently we were safe, but for how long? I should have known Carl would come after me sooner rather than later. How did the package make it past security? I scratch my head in frustration. For Carl to have delivered a bomb at the direct time I was there, there must be someone working for him on the inside. But who? I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. Just as I thought
Iām sitting in the living room surrounded by family. Yet something is missing. Axon is off trying to end this war before it begins. Itās all hush, hush. I canāt help but to be frustrated. I can feel my nerves spark through my body. I never wanted this life. All my life I wanted to be a princess, but it turns out I am just not the type Iād hoped to be. Papa was right by keeping me from this life. As much as I love him, I donāt want my babies growing up in this type of lifestyle. I still have nightmares of the day the bomb went off. I try to clear it from my mind, but as soon as I close my eyes. The vivid image is there. Iām trying to put on a smile for Axon and the kids. Iāve been trying so hard to be the sister my brother needs, but deep down Iām just a scared little girl. The worst part is Axon has us all locked up, where nothing and no one can get to us. I feel so useless. āTatianna are you okay?ā Bianca asks with a small frown. ā Iām fine.ā I try to give her a sma
I gather my men at the compound. At this rate the element of surprise is over. We either attack Carl now. Or wait for his attack. Now that Mama has escaped and told us his plans thereās no chance he will try to meet me, and storm my compound. I could have Vito rally everyone else, but their forces have been weakened. Not to mention there is a rumor Carl is working with the Russians. They have tried to get their foothold in Italy for a while now, smuggling firearms and women. None of the families have stooped low enough to work with them. None until now. I look at the information that my men have been able to collect. Along with the map my mama drew by memory of Carl's house. The house is tighter than Fort Knox, and Iām certain Carl has beefed up security. As dangerous as it is I may have to activate my mole that I have hidden deep in the organization. I shouldnāt take all the credit Marco hid him there years ago. When he first took over the Amato family. He managed to get one in
I stare at the crumbled statue in shock. All this time Paul accused Marco as the rat and it was him. Something told me there was something off about that guy. I reach for my phone to call Marco to gather only the best men, and do as the God Father asked.Only I'm interrupted by some unexpected visitors. Bianca comes into the room with her head lowered and Marco comes trailing in behind her. She doesn't even look at me,instead she goes straight for Mama and hugs her for dear life. My heart aches, this is a bittersweet reunion. I wish my sister would forgive me,but she's stubborn. Hell even Marco has forgiven me and he is the one I punched. I ignore the two's reunion and head straight over to Marco and whisper in his ear. "Marco, make the call and gather my men. The house needs to be swept ,and we need to be escorted to the safe house." Marco pulls away from me with a serious expression. "I'm on it boss!" He leaves the room in an instant to make the arrangement
I stare at the two in shock. How could this be? The woman resembles Axon, but Axonās mama is dead. I watch as her crinkled eyes look adoringly at him. I know I shouldn't meddle, but shouldnāt Bianca be here? I still have no idea what happened between Axon and his sister, but itās high time for a family reunion. Discreetly I slip my phone from my pocket and snap a picture of the two hugging and send it. Bianca won't answer my calls, but just maybe this will get her attention. A few minutes later she replies. āIs that my Mom?āI type back a simple āyesā and instantly she replies āIām on my way.āI put the phone back into my pocket so I donāt draw attention to myself. My papa stares at the woman like he has seen a ghost. Eventually, Axon and his mother break apart. āMama I thought you were dead!ā Axon exclaims as tears of joy fall down his face. āIām so
Walking through the park, I gently caress my sweater to my sun-kissed skin. Red, brown, and orange leaves cover the ground. A light breeze blows through the air causing me a slight chill. The smell of fall invades my senses. Closing my eyes, I imagine living here and being free of all my problems. My best friend Kate lives here. I, on the other hand, live in Hollywood. Just thinking of going back home puts me in a foul mood.I know as soon as my little vacation is over, I'll be back to photoshoots, runways, and of course, the dreaded paparazzi. Setting on a park bench near a small pond, I take out my tuna sandwich. I break it in two and feed half of it to the ducks. I can hear my agent now scolding me, and she's so damn bossy. If she had it her way, I'd only be allowed water. I'm not big by all means, but I'm not considered skinny in my profession either. I'm about a size eight. Photographers consider me a dream, with my jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and plump
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