“Let me go! We just had sex, nothing more”, a brunette girl tied to a chair said. She had blood all over her from the beating she had received earlier.
“Well that’s the problem! I warned you to stay away from my Leonardo didn’t I?”, a blonde woman said to her. “But he ordered me. I couldn’t refuse the Don. We’re all his mistresses and he calls on us when he deems fit”, the brunette said. Maria, the blonde, slapped her and she coughed out blood. “You won’t stay away so there is only one thing to do”, Maria said, menacingly. “Maria listen to me”, the brunette said desperately and continued, “I am not the enemy here. Don is getting married and if you want him that bad then ruin his plans. You’re wasting your time by killing me, I am not a threat”. “Oh, poor Emma. I know what I must do, I do not need you to tell me. By the way, nobody is a threat to me”, Maria said as she pulled the trigger. The sound of a single gunshot echoed through the room. “Nobody dares cross my part, get ready for war, Arya”, Maria said as she watched Emma’s lifeless body. ***************************************** Leonardo walked into the mansion with Rob at his side. He has had a tiring night and the last thing he needed was drama. Just as the had the thought, Maria slides out from a corner. Immediately Rob saw Maria, he walked to his room. “I have been waiting for you, Don. Congratulations on your engagement with Arya”, she said with a smile. Leonardo looked up and started to walk away but Maria wouldn’t let it slide so she followed him to the dining area. She took the only seat close to Leonardo and flashed Amelia and Alberto a smile. Amelia rolled her eyes and Alberto placed his hand on hers to pacify her. Shortly after, Bianca entered the room and as soon as she set her eyes on Maria’s dark ones she let out a loud laugh. “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you really that shameless?” Bianca threw at Maria. “Shameless? Why should I be ashamed? I’ve had breakfast here before now. What do you mean?” Maria threw back. “That’s enough!” Alberto said. “Bianca take your seat”, Amelia said calmly. Bianca rolled her eyes and sat down. “Leonardo, how was your night?” Amelia asked. Leonardo took a second to answer and Bianca chirped in a comment. “Judging from the rat at the table I’d say he had a fun night while his wife-to-be slept alone in the cold, in a new environment”, Bianca commented, rolling her eyes. “Who the fuck are you calling a rat?”, Maria retorted. “Not that I care what you think but if it makes you two shut up I spent my night working and killing rats”, Leonardo said in a stern voice causing Bianca to back down. The only person she fears is Leonardo. Not that he’d hurt her but she looks up to him and respects him………sometimes. Maria frowned because she liked the thought of everyone thinking she spent the night with Leonardo. “Everyone is here why aren’t we eating?” Maria asked, trying to change the topic. “We are waiting for my daughter-in-law”, Amelia said sternly causing Maria’s smile to disappear. Immediately, Arya enters the hall. She was wearing a pale blue silk dress that covered her lithe frame delicately. Her dress flowed on the floor as she walked towards the table. “Buongiorno”, Arya said to the table and took the seat next to Bianca. “The princess is finally here”, Maria snickered. “Good morning Arya, how was your night”, Amelia asked. “It was quite nice”, Arya said with a smile. She let her wavy luscious hair down today and it gave her an angelic glow. “Arya you look like a Greek goddess”, Bianca said as she began to eat. “Thank you, Bianca”, Arya said eyeing Leonardo who has already started eating the moment she sat down. Arya wondered who the woman sitting close to Leonardo was. As if reading her mind, Maria interrupted her thoughts. “Hi, I am Maria”, she said looking at Arya. Arya could not help but remember what her maid told her. She wondered if Leonardo spent his night with her. She pushed those thoughts aside, maintaining her poised demeanor as she smiled at Maria making a mental note to question Leonardo later. “She’s Arya, Leonardo’s wife”, Bianca said to Maria. “To be”, Arya retorted, getting upset at the thought that Leonardo planned the wedding and still went to another woman at night. “Leonardo you have to give your wife a tour of the villa before the wedding tonight”, Alfredo said. “I’d like that very much but with Bianca”, Arya said politely. “I’ll give you the tour”, Leonardo said calmly wondering why Arya is refusing to be around him. “Leonardo we have to finish our conversation”, Maria said hoping he’d hear her out. “I’ll be busy”, he said as he ate the last of his food and stood up. Arya stood up as well and both her and Leonardo walked out of the dining hall. Maria couldn’t help but frown and Bianca laughed at her. *************************************** Leonardo watched intensely as Arya made her way to the table. He has always been mesmerized by her looks and the simplicity of her dress made his eyes dark. It accentuated her curves perfectly, from her round perky breasts to her narrow waist down to her curves hips. He wanted to refuse the idea of him giving her the tour only because he was tired but he chose to spend time with her instead of Maria. He didn’t want drama. They walked around the villa in silence and for a moment, he forgot she was next to him until she dropped a bomb that shook him. “Did you plan our marriage?”, Arya asked with anger in her eyes.“Seems like you forgot our marriage was arranged by our families”, Leonardo replied unfazed. “I know. You initiated the proposal, didn’t you?”, Arya asked with furrowed brows. “Frowning will age you quickly, amoree”, Leonardo said as flicked her forehead. “Then answer me quickly”, Arya retorted, slapping his hand away. Leonardo let out a sigh and started walking again. He wondered how Arya could slap the hand of the Don while she tailed behind him. “Leonardo”, Arya called him softly making him come to an halt. “Fine. I didn’t arrange our marriage”, Leonardo replied as he turned to face her. “But Bianca….”, Arya trailed off. “Bianca is mischievous. By the way, women shouldn’t be getting involved with mafia politics”, Leonardo said and he saw a flicker in her eyes. “What do you mean by that? I thought you respected women”, Arya asked sarcastically. Leonardo raised an eyebrow at her question and statement. Arya was nothing like the stories he had
“Why should I wear a black wedding dress? I don’t want that”, Arya whined. She just had her skin care routine done, had pins in various places on her hair and is presently standing in her walk-in closet, soaking in the horror of wearing a dark wedding dress. “I’m sorry ma’m. Don picked out the dress himself and I dare not go against him”, Rosa, her maid said politely. ‘Oh, he picked my wedding dress, how convenient’, Arya thought to herself. “Where is my seamstress”, she asked Rosa after a while. “She’s right outside the door, would you like to make any amend”, Rosa asked. ‘Amend, funny’, Arya laughed in her head. “I want her and her entire team here right now. Get them whatever they need to make a new wedding dress”, Arya said in a tone that left no room for argument. Rosa looked like she had seen a ghost. “It’s just five hours till the wedding. Don would….” “Don won’t do anything about it. A girl only experience this once. I’m getting married
Leonardo looked at Arya like she had horns. Not only did she wear a different color but she also went against him purposely. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t send you back to change”, he asked more annoyed at the fact that the dress was doing something to him. Arya was wearing a red body con-ish silk dress with lace embroidery. It was an exquisite wedding dress, characterized by its intricate detailing and elegant design. The gown features a breathtaking long red veil that adds a touch of grace and sophistication to the bridal attire. The dress is adorned with embellishments that highlight its luxurious texture, with lace elements that contribute to its delicate and romantic appeal. The color, red, eluded sensuality and it clung to her curves provocatively. The contrast of her bright red dress with the black and grey theme made her stand out. “The dress you picked out isn’t for me. It looked outdated. You have good taste in fashion for yourself but not for me”, Arya replied
Arya and Leonardo were on their way to the villa in the newly wedded couple’s car. The silence between them was getting louder and louder each second. “Mrs. Marcello”, Leonardo said with a smirk. Arya rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window. “You know we have to share a bedroom now. The families are expecting an heir soon”, he added. Arya could feel the blood going to her cheeks as it turned bright red. She was utterly flustered and she prayed Leonardo didn’t notice, but oh, he did. Nothing gets past him. “I wonder what you’re thinking about, your cheeks are very red. Like your dress”, he said. Her hair was tied in an up do. “Don’t you know when you’re being ignored?”, she asked. “I do but I don’t care”, he responded. “Leave me alone”, she said. “You know I can’t, I have to give the families an heir. Get over here”, he said as he pulled her to him. She gasped. In one move the Don ha
“What the fuck?”, Bianca said. “I am here for the wedding reception. Leonardo invited me personally”, Maria said holding up her invitation. Bianca reached out to take it but Maria held it back. During this conversation, Fin had managed to excuse himself. “Don’t get smart. I have my eyes on you and sure, once I get the chance, I’d confirm with Leonardo”, Bianca said and she walked away. Maria rolled her eyes. ‘I better get to action’, she thought. ********************************** After Leonardo gave her the anklet, he walked to a corner to talk to Rob. Their conversation seemed pretty heated. She watched Leonardo expression turn dark and she knew it was work related, which of course meant that someone was going to die. Their eyes met and he walked towards her. “I’m sorry kitten. Would you give me a second?”, he asked, his gaze softening for her. “Who’s going to die now?”, she asked sarcastically. “Don’t you worry about it. I’ll be back in a few minutes”, h
Leonardo watched in anger as the shooter’s body slammed into the ground. He looked up and saw Carls holding a gun. “Are you okay, Don?”, he asked as he saw Leonardo’s gaze on him. “What the hell did you do that for?”, Rob asked as he came out of his hiding place. “I saw someone trying to shoot the Don so I saved him. You’re welcome”, Carls replied. “We didn’t want him dead. We were going to question him but now we can’t because you shot him in the head”, Rob said exasperated at the thought. Leonardo stood there, watching Carls with a dark gaze. “Whatever questions we had has already been answered”, Leonardo said darkly. It took a minute for Rob to register what Leonardo meant. His gaze turned dark as well. “Thank you, father in law. I owe you one”, Leonardo said as he walked past Carls. He tapped him on the shoulder. Rob walked past him without sparing him a glance. ********************************* Maria’s phone rang and she picked it up immediately. After
Rob shook his head at the thought of Leonardo slamming the door in his face. He sees what Leonardo doesn’t see; or doesn’t want to acknowledge. This is becoming more than obsession. “Like brother, like sister”, he said to himself as he thought back to his conversation with Bianca. FLASH BACK He knocked on Bianca’s door. He heard a grunt from inside before Bianca face’s came to view. “Oh, it’s my brother right hand man. How can I help you?”, she asked sarcastically. “Is Arya here?”, he asked, obviously not in the mood for her sharp tongue. “Why would she be here? I am not a lesbian, I think”. Rob face paled. “Leonardo is searching for her. She is no where to be seen”, he said. “What?”, Bianca asked. From her face he could tell she was saying the truth. “You’re somehow her only friend, that’s why I came here”, he answered. “I really don’t know where she is”, she replied waving at him to go away. Bianca was acting really weird. He place his foot at the
Leonardo stood in the quiet room. “You had the guts to hit my wife on our wedding day”, he said to the bloody figure sitting across the table with his head bent. Carls sniffed. He hadn’t expected a mark on her face. If he had thought about it well enough instead of acting in anger, he wouldn’t have hit her so hard. “I’m sorry, Don. She has been under my care for years and I’m still getting used to the fact that I don’t have the right to control her anymore”, he lied. “You never had the right control her. Do you know why I am a Don in my twenties?”, Leonardo asked. “Yes, your grandfather handed the reins over to you and not your father, Alberto”, he tried to raise head. “Alberto isn’t cut out for this kind of life. He’s a softie”. “But I am not. I’m ruthless and I kill away every and any threat to my family. Unfortunately for you, you just became one”, Leonardo said with a coldness in his eyes that made Carls shiver. “I am family, Don. I am not a threat to you”, he said
ONE YEAR LATER Leonardo watched her from the doorway, his arms folded as a soft smile played on his lips. Arya stood by the crib, gently stroking the twins’ hair until their breathing grew soft and even. A new mother in her element — flourishing. But he knew it wasn’t just because they were finally reunited with their babies. No, there was another weight lifted off her shoulders. Andrea’s body had washed ashore the morning after they returned to Italy. Whoever killed him had clearly found no more use for him. But Leonardo still wondered — was it Vito? He stepped forward, his voice low. “It’s been a year since we got back. The kids are happy, safe, and drowning in all the love we could give them. Are you finally ready for us?” Arya turned, eyes locking with his in that way that always made him feel like the only man in the world. “More than anything, Leo. I love our family — but throwing parties, decorating, smiling at guests — that’s not what I want to do with my life.” His smile
Arya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside.Her breath caught.An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.Isabel’s breath hitched. “I thought that was destroyed during the final battle between the Order and the Sisterhood — over fifty years ago.”Arya’s fingers hovered over the objects. “What exactly is it?”Dolores stepped forward, her face grim. “It’s a weapon. That device can override every military system on earth. Nukes, missiles, satellites — you name it. With the right codes, you could trigger wars from this room. The book holds those codes, a
The silence after Henry’s death was suffocating. Leonardo and Arya stood over his body, blood painting their hands and faces, their breath ragged and uneven. The room was littered with corpses, a battlefield stained with loyalty and betrayal.Ricardo and Roberto had finished off the remaining men, but Isabel barely had a moment to breathe before a rough hand seized her arm.“Let go of me!” Isabel struggled, but the man twisted her arm behind her back, dragging her toward the far end of the room. Leonardo’s gun snapped up, finger curling around the trigger — but before anyone could react, a single, sharp gunshot rang out.The man crumpled at Isabel’s feet, blood pouring from a hole between his eyes.Dolores stood a few feet away, smoke curling from her pistol. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of unresolved rage. “No one touches another woman in front of me again.”Isabel stumbled into Arya’s arms, trembling. “It’s over,” Arya whispered. “You’re safe now.”But then A
“You remind me of him…” Andreas’ voice slithered through the tension like a blade through silk. Leonardo didn’t move, didn’t lower his gun. His heart was a hammer against his ribs, but his hand was steady, aimed straight at Andreas’ head. And yet, the Pope only smiled. “Vito. Your grandfather. You have his temper… his instincts.” A pause, measured, deliberate. Then, softer—“His arrogance.” “You were close to him,” Leonardo said. His voice was steady, but inside, something twisted. Andreas smiled. “Closer than you think. He would have been proud of you, Leonardo. If only he were still alive.” Leonardo’s jaw tensed. Andreas had been a ghost from his past, a man he had once admired, a mentor in a strange way. And now, he was standing against him, speaking about his grandfather as if— He didn’t have time to unpack it. Because in the next second, Ricardo’s gun cracked, the shot echoing through the chamber. Leonardo had silently given the signal, and Ricardo took the sh
Arya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.Hadn’t it?Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come back for his pay.”Isabel gasped, her breath hitching. “Wha—”“I beg you, Isabel.” Henry’s voice turned colder, almost bored. “Don’t speak until you’re spoken to. Now that I’m no longer pretending, I can admit—I never could tolerate you. Always rushing to do the right thing for the church, as if doing good has ever brought you good luck.”Leonardo stepped forward, his
A second of stunned silence stretched between them. Then, as if a trigger had been pulled, everyone moved at once. Ricardo’s hand flew to his gun. Leonardo stepped protectively in front of Arya. Dolores unsheathed a hidden dagger from her belt, while Isabel squared her stance, ready for a fight. Roberto cocked his pistol, finger already on the trigger. But Henry didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. And then—the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the underground chamber, vibrating up their legs. Dust rained from the ceiling. The ancient stone beneath their feet groaned, as if something massive had just shifted deep within the earth. For a fraction of a second, everyone hesitated. And that was all Henry needed. A single, sharp whistle left his lips. A sniper’s laser appeared—red and deadly—right over Arya’s forehead. Leonardo’s stomach dropped. “Ah-ah,” Henry tutted, raising a single finger. “You know, I’d really rather not get blood all over these nic
Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door.“He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said.Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.”“Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.Penelope placed a comforting hand on Isabel’s shoulder.Dolores didn’t pause—she kept moving through the secret passage, and the others followed. The walkway was dimly lit by old, slow-burning lanterns, their glass clouded with dust. Cobwebs hung in thick strands, untouched for what must have been decades. The walls were covered in strange symbols, a forgotten language carved into the stone.“I
Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, swirling through the ruined convent like ghosts mourning the dead. The scent of burning wood mixed with the coppery tang of blood. The once-pristine courtyard was unrecognizable—bodies lay strewn across the stone floor, habits stained red, fingers still curled around the weapons they had fought with. Bullet holes riddled the chapel walls, and shattered stained-glass windows cast fragmented colors onto the carnage below. Flames crackled in the distance, devouring part of the east wing, their light flickering like dying prayers. Arya stepped over a body, careful not to let her boots slip on the slickness of fresh blood. She felt Leonardo’s presence beside her, solid and tense. Roberto and Ricardo moved with weapons drawn, scanning for any remaining threats. But the battle, for now, had paused. The dead had no more fight left in them. And in the heart of it all stood Isabel. She was drenched in blood, her gray-streaked hair matted with sweat. A
The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so