I open my eyes and can't move. Axon has his bare chest on my back and his arms wrapped around me. I could get used to this. After last night's confessions, the air is clear, and it feels like we can have a new start. I stare at his face and lightly trace his features. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. Sure we may be taking things too fast, but why wait when it's right? It's just right. I've never had anyone to want me for me. I know that sounds weird, but it's true. Jackson and I's relationship didn't just start at love at first sight. Our relationship was initially a publicity stunt, and sort of just developed to more. So it's honestly nice to have someone want me for me.
He stirs, and I remove my fingers from his face. I don't want to be caught in the act when he wakes up. He blinks multiple times and yawns.
"Morning, beautiful."
I feel my cheeks burning from his complement. You would think being a model, I would be used to it, but I'm
Here I sat beside Axon as his plane touches the sky. I haven't said much to him, and you can tell he's nervous. I keep catching his glances and that look in his eyes; I don't want to see that look.I don't need his pity. I hope when we arrive, my papa will greet me, and it will all be a big misunderstanding. I don't want to think of any other scenarios. He's fine; my Mamma is trying to get me home. Yes, that's it is just one of her ploys to get me home. He's fine! Maybe this is just one bad dream. So I'll sit here quietly until I wake up."Tatianna," Axon says in a pitying tone. My eyes greet his, but I stay frozen. A blank stare I'm putting on to mask the pain. "Everything is going to be alright." He gives me a small smile to ease the tension. I know he means well, but how does he know? He doesn't."I know," I say with a blank tone. I stare out the window to avoid Axon's gaze. What if this is the end? What if my father doesn't make it? A
The woman with graying hair and blue eyes looks just like an older version of Tatianna. Ah, so this must be her Mamma. We walk up to the house, and she stops us at the door. A look of worry is plastered on her face."Tatianna chi è il tuo amico?" The woman with the graying hair stares at me like I am an outsider. If only they knew I could speak and understand Italian. I feel myself grinning although this situation is nerve raking I have the upper hand."Mamma per favore non essere scortese!" Tatianna says with pleading eyes. I didn't think she was rude. Then again, Papa is ten times worse, but that's a story for another day."Tatianna perché lo hai portato?" Her Mamma asks while sizing me up and down with her eyes. Her tone is coming off as icy. Im starting to feel unwanted here.Translate- Tatianna, who's your friend- Mamma, please don't be rude!-why did you bring him?"Mamma per favore è il mio f
As I walk down the long hallway and into the double doors, I can't help but shake the feeling of dread fogging up my mind. Axon didn't seem mad; he seems to be enjoying this façade that I have invited. Then again, looks can be deceiving. I can't believe I keep doing stuff like this to myself and Axon. If I were him, I would run for the hills. What was I thinking to tell my Mamma he was my Fiance?You thought he doesn't know Italian, no harm, no foul. My conscience speaks to me. I quickly silence the voice, not wanting to hear how selfish I'm being. Besides, what else could I do? We have never discussed what we are to each other. I couldn't very well introduce him as the man I've been screwing, could I? My Mamma would have had a heart attack.'You should have introduced him as your friend.' My conscience answers my question. Uhg it is always getting in the way. I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. I'm only seconds from
"Axon, we need to talk." The words I've been dreading to say. Come out of my mouth like nails on a chalkboard. He turns around to me, his facial features not letting on to how he is feeling."Come in and shut the door. I suppose your right." Axon says, sighing.I walk through the door with a heavy footing and shut it behind me. I'm not sure where to even start. Panic rises in my chest, and I find myself choking on my words."I shouldn't have introduced you as my Fiancé." I pause to gauge his reaction, and he nudges me to continue. I start to ramble before I can stop myself." I haven't been sincere. My father expects me to marry before he dies, and I just panicked now that Jackson is out of the equation, I will have to marry Adriano. I know what I did is wrong, and I am going to make it right. Tomorrow I'm going to tell my parents that I lied and accept my consequences." He stares at me like I've gone complet
Voglio chiedere che le tue figlie siano in matrimonio." I say, trying not to show the nervousness I am feeling.The older man looks at me for a minute before finally speaking. “Cosa hai da offrire mia figlia?"I think his question over for a minute. What have I to offer Tarianna? What can I give her that she does not already have?Translate- I want to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.Translate-What have you to offer my daughter?"Posso offrire la sua ricchezza, non avrebbe mai voluto per niente." I say what I hope her father wants to hear.Her father frowns. “Ha già ricchezza e vuole per niente.”I can feel something squeeze at my chest. What am I doing? What could I possibly offer her?"Ci sono due cose che puoi dare a mia figlia che i soldi non possono comprare solo allora ti darò le mie figlie in matrimonio.’He says to me, his expression is one that looks serieous and intimidating.
"You look lovely!" Axon is looking at me like I'm the only girl in the world. His stare alone could make me swoon."Thank you," I say while giving him my best smile. He takes his arm in mine and escorts me to a yellow Lamborghini. He opens my door for me to get in, then he jumps in the driver seat, and we were on our way to where I have no idea. He wants this date to be a surprise, and honestly, I'm a little nervous this will be our first date where we will be in the public's eye. Hopefully, I'm not on the Paparazzi's radar now. I'd say I still am, but I can dream, right? I thought for sure everything would be weird between us. Who would have thought my little lie would cause all this. In less than a month, I'll be Mrs. Tatianna Blaze. No, that's not right! Mrs. Moretti-Blaze. I like that it has a nice ring to it even if it's only for a year. The car finally stops by a massive field. Axon gets
So this is it? I'm standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My long black hair is tied back, and a veil is attached to the bun of my hair to make it all the more real. I'm not going to cry; I repeat, I am not going to cry. I turn to the side to admire more of this beautiful gown. Saying the word gown doesn't do this dress justice.It has a gorgeous beaded corset top and a poofy bottom made from tulle. It is complete with a long train that I am sure I will need two people to carry. I feel like a princess. My mother's standing beside me, balling her eyes out. If she's like this now, I can only imagine how she will be at my wedding. I just said wedding; I can hardly believe I am getting married, even if it is for a show. I am so happy and nervous.The wedding is only a few weeks away, and in a normal circumstance, I would have months, even years, to plan, but sadly I don't have the luxury of time. My father doesn't either. A tear runs down my che
"Mama, before you say anything more, I'd like to explain." She gives me a huge smile. "There's nothing to explain Hunny, we all make mistakes. The more important thing is, I'm finally going to get a grandchild from you."What? I strain my ear to hear the rest. Am I going to be a father? What the hell? I realize I really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but Tati's been acting so weird lately. Maybe her mother could tell me why now I understand what a horrible idea that was.After hearing noises down the hall, I decide it's best to walk away. I would rather someone not catch me eavesdropping. I am almost to my room when Adriano stops me. Great! What does this asshole want? He doesn't say anything. He only hands me an envelope. This guy gets stranger by the minute. I raise an eyebrow at him. What?"I told you this wasn't over; I suggest you leave before this gets out." The pit of my stomach drops. What gets out? I say nothing and begin walking to my room. Once I'm safel
I pull up to the dimly lit brick building an hour later. Three Black SUVs are already there. Meaning I’m late.Running my hands through my hair, I take a batted breath. This is it. The men are waiting. We could end this. It’s all on how we play the game. My hand reaches for the door, I know I’m taking my time, but the thought of telling the Don the news has me stalling. Even though he is Tati’s 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 doesn’t 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. “Bendetto, my boy!” Vito walks over to me and pats me on the back. His eyes are bright. I let out a breath that I didn’t 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. “ Johnny, Johnny, typical. I should have known you were the traitor.” “Mmmmm” 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. “Bendetto you son of a bitch” 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. “Now you listen to me, you son of a Bitch!” I growl out in frustration. “ 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. I’m still not close to learning who is the traitor within the midst. It’s been a week and I’m going stir crazy. “Benedetto, if we wait any longer. Carl will take it as a sign of weakness. The family's fate rests on us taking the initiative.” Marco says as he walks up to the bookshelf with his hands behind his back. I can’t read his facial expression. But I know he is right. “Son Marco is right. We can’t hide. If you don’t act I will call the orders. Be warned that will risk an all out war. We don’t know who Carl has gotten too. I lost my best man. He was a traitor and I didn’t even know.” I rub my temples in frustration l know no matter who orders this attack, we are all screwed. “I 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. We’re finally at the hideout. I took extra precaution to make sure we weren’t 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. “Don’t shoot.” 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. “Axon it’s you. I was so worried.” 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. “Axon you’re bleeding, are you badly hurt? Come here and let me help you clean up and bandage your wounds.” 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 I’m 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
I’m sitting in the living room surrounded by family. Yet something is missing. Axon is off trying to end this war before it begins. It’s all hush, hush. I can’t 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 I’d hoped to be. Papa was right by keeping me from this life. As much as I love him, I don’t 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. I’m trying to put on a smile for Axon and the kids. I’ve been trying so hard to be the sister my brother needs, but deep down I’m 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. “Tatianna are you okay?” Bianca asks with a small frown. “ I’m fine.” 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 there’s 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 I’m 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 shouldn’t 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 Axon’s mama is dead. I watch as her crinkled eyes look adoringly at him. I know I shouldn't meddle, but shouldn’t Bianca be here? I still have no idea what happened between Axon and his sister, but it’s 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. ‘Is that my Mom?’I type back a simple ‘yes’ and instantly she replies ‘I’m on my way.’I put the phone back into my pocket so I don’t draw attention to myself. My papa stares at the woman like he has seen a ghost. Eventually, Axon and his mother break apart. “Mama I thought you were dead!” Axon exclaims as tears of joy fall down his face. “I’m so