Carls reluctantly released Arya's arms, his expression contorting with a mixture of anger and frustration.
“So this is why she was nervous earlier?”, Leonardo asked no one in particular. “You don’t understand. You know these things, women should always be put in their place”, Carls said to him. His family saw him scared for the first time in their entire lives. Leonardo scoffed. "Put in their place?” he sneered, raising an eyebrow. "Carlos, you're playing with fire. But this...this goes beyond our usual dealings. Don’t lay your hands on my woman ever again”, he spat. People hurriedly left the environment before Leonardo looses it. He is very popular for his temper and ruthlessness. Nobody wanted to get caught up in the crossfire between two powerful mafia families although Leonardo is more powerful. “Your woman? You can’t just say you love after just meeting her once”, Carls asked and said like Leonardo was ridiculous. “It is none of your business. She’s getting married to me, she’s mine. And I do not tolerate other people touching what’s mine”, Leonardo sneered, standing tall and moving closer to Carlos. “I’m sorry, Don. I forget my place. She belongs to you now”, Carls said and moved away from a crying Arya. “Come to me, amorina”, Leonardo said to Arya. His voice held a hint of possessiveness and affection, as he extended a hand towards her, inviting her into his embrace. Arya walked towards Leonardo and took his hands. “You forget, father in law, that she’s stays here now”, Leonardo said “Forgive me, Capo Dei Capi. I meant to tell her after reprimanding her”, Carls said. “Leave, you can come to the wedding tomorrow or not”, Leonardo said. Carls bowed and the rest of his family followed suit. They got into their limo and left the villa. Arya turned towards Leonardo. “Thank you”, she whispered. “Let me see”, he said referring to her injured hands. She gave him her hands and he hissed as he saw the wound inflicted on her. “I don’t like people messing around with what’s mine. This is why you can’t stand up to your father right?”, he hissed. “If it was just me I’d ran away. But if I do that, he’s going to hurt my mum and I don’t want that”, she said with unshed tears in her eyes. “He can’t hurt you anymore, amorina. I might be a bad man, but hitting a woman is where I draw the line”, Leonardo said. He wondered why he felt so protective of her. “The night is cold. Let’s get you in and ready for dinner”, Leonardo said and motioned to one of the maids. “Get her ready for dinner”, he said to the maid and she took Arya to her bedroom that was already prepared the day before. Leonardo stood there watching them till they disappeared into the mansion. His right hand man, Roberto walked up to him. “If I didn’t know you better I’d assume you were in love, Don”, Rob said to him. “Get the car ready, Roberto. I’ve got a rat to kill”, he said. Rob nodded and walked away. ************************************************ Arya was led into one of the many masters bedroom by the maid. She looked around in awe. The room looked bigger than her room at home. “You can make adjustments to the interiors if it pleases you, la futura moglie di Don”, the maid said. “Oh please stop with the formalities. I’m Arya”, Arya said. “Forgive me, miss. If I call you that I will loose my job”, the maid replied. “What’s your name?”, Arya asked. “Rosa”, the maid replied. “Rosa, get me out of this dress”, Arya said and Rosa rushed to her side, hiding her smile. She liked Arya. “Does the family normally have dinner together?”, Arya asked Rosa. “Yes, miss. The family have meals together at all times”, Rosa replied. “Does that mean they’re very close?”, Arya asked again. “I can’t say miss. Nobody really understands them”, Rosa replied. “How long have you been working here?”, Arya asked, unable to digest what Ana said. “Five years ago, when I turned eighteen”, Rosa replied. “Oh, nice”, Arya said, feeling awkward. “Are you okay, miss?”, Rosa asked. “Why do you ask?”, Arya replied with a question. “I’m sure you must have heard of Maria, so that’s why I ask”, Ana said. Arya was confused. “Who’s Maria?”, Arya asked and watched how Ana’s facial expression changed. Ana wished she had held her tongue but Arya’s personality was just so pure that she couldn’t stop herself. “Tell me Ana, who’s Maria”, Arya asked. “You were going to find out sooner or later so I might just tell you now. Maria is one of the boss’s mistresses”, Ana replied. Then Maria must be so special for Ana to notice her specifically, Arya thought. She wondered if Leonardo was in love with his mistress. “Does Leonardo love her?”, Arya asked. “I don’t think the Don is capable of love”, Ana said with a chuckle. She finally loosened the last knot of Arya’s dress. Arya nodded. **************************** Leonardo walked into the jail like room and a figure on the floor stood up. “Oh, he can still stand. That’s bad though, it means my boys didn’t do a good job”, Leonardo said to the figure. “Please, let me go. I’ve done everything you asked, I’ve told you everything”, the figure said to him. “You see, life doesn’t work on wishes. I won’t let you go”, Leonardo said, a taunting smirk on his face. “Please, pleaseeee…..”, the figure whispered. He fell on his knees and crawled towards Leonardo. The soft yellow light from the lamp fell on him revealing wounds and blood all over. “I’m going to send a message back to your boss. Next time, he’ll think twice before sending rats like you to sabotage my business”, Leonardo hissed. “No, no, please spare me”, the man pleaded but to no avail. Rob walked in and stood beside Leonardo. “I think we should get rid of him now, Don. I could smell the odor emitting from here from a mile away”, he said to Leonardo. “That would be too easy, I’ve given his boss, Frederick, many chances. They now think I’m weak but don’t worry, Roberto, I’ll show them. Take him to the torture room and set the camera. We’re sending a message to Fred”, Leonardo said. Rob motioned two of their men to move the man on the floor to the torture room. The injured man waited for his chance and when he got it, he pulled the gun from one of the men’s holster belt and pointed the gun at Leonardo. The sound of a single gun shot reverberated through the room.“You look gorgeous, miss”, Rosa said to Arya as she studied her look. Arya looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned towards Rosa. She gave her a hug. “You dress me up so well, Rosa”, Arya said. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless yellow dinner dress. “I fear I must mistress. In this house, it’s a rule to dress presentable to the dining hall”, Rosa said. Arya scoffed. Of course, she already knew. It’s mandatory to dress well to the dining hall in ever mafia home. Rosa led Arya downstairs to the dining hall. Arya looked around in awe. Sure her family was wealthy, but it’s nothing compared to Leonardo’s wealth and it was obvious. The dining hall looked elegant and expensive. Alfredo and Amelia were already sitting at the dining hall. “Here comes our darling new daughter”, Alfredo said. Amelia stood up and walked up to Arya, she held her in a motherly hug and they both sat down. Arya was glad that her husband’s parents were nice people. “*Buonasera*”, she gre
“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. “N
“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
Leonardo’s grip on her hand tightened as he felt the slightest movement. At first, he thought he imagined it, his exhaustion playing tricks on him. But then, Arya’s fingers twitched again, and a soft, strained breath escaped her lips. His heart pounded. “Arya?” His voice was hoarse, desperate. He leaned closer, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered before barely opening, her dark eyes hazy with pain and confusion. She swallowed, her throat dry, and tried to speak, but only a weak whisper came out. “Leo…” Leonardo exhaled sharply, relief crashing into him like a wave. “Mia cara, I’m here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You scared the hell out of me.” Arya’s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say more, but she winced instead. She tried to shift, but the pain hit her like a hammer, dragging a soft groan from her throat. “Shhh,” he soothed, gently pressing her back down. “Don’t move too much. The doctor said you need to res
Leonardo hadn’t moved from Arya’s side all night. Her breathing had evened out, but the pallor of her skin was a constant reminder of how close he had come to losing her. He didn’t dare close his eyes, as if staying awake could somehow anchor her to him, keep her safe.It was noon when a soft knock broke the stillness of the room. Leonardo didn’t bother answering. The door opened, and Ricardo stepped inside, his usually composed appearance in shambles. His beard was unkempt, his eyes hollowed by sleeplessness and something darker.“I got your message,” Ricardo said quietly, his voice rough. He glanced at Arya, lying motionless on the bed. “How’s she holding up?”Leonardo let out a slow breath. “Not great. Stable, but…” He shook his head. “This isn’t where she’s supposed to be.”Ricardo nodded, the lines on his face deepening. “I’m sorry, Don. This shouldn’t have happened. Let me help. Where did you last see the attackers?”“Rob and the others are already on it,” Leonardo replied, his
Leonardo sat slumped in the chair by Arya’s bed, his hand wrapped around hers as though holding on to her would tether her to life. His eyes burned from exhaustion, but he hadn’t dared to close them, not even once. The faint sound of the door creaking open drew his attention. He turned sharply, his face hard, ready to dismiss whoever it was. “Good afternoon, Don,” one of his forensic experts said, stepping into the room cautiously. He held a folder in one hand, his expression a mixture of urgency and hesitation. “The chip we retrieved from Andy’s neck contained encrypted files. My team decoded them late this morning.” Leonardo straightened, his gaze sharp. “What did you find?” The man hesitated briefly, glancing at Arya’s unconscious form before clearing his throat. “Documents and records of purchase. They include significant financial transactions and detailed logs of weapons bought under false identities. It appears to be tied directly to some operations.” Leonardo’s jaw t
As the doctor worked on Arya, Leonardo paced the length of the room, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. The sight of her pale face and the blood-streaked bandages made his stomach churn. Every shallow breath she took felt like a countdown he couldn’t stop.His phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, reluctant to take his eyes off her, but he finally answered.“Talk,” he barked.“It’s Sergeant Diaz. We tracked the attackers. Sir, you need to see this,” the soldier said, his voice grim. “It’s not just about the ambush… there’s something bigger going on here.”Leonardo’s grip on the phone tightened. “Send me the details.”“It’s something you have to see in person, sir. A name came up—someone close. I don’t think you’ll believe it unless—”“Just tell me the name,” Leonardo interrupted.There was a pause, heavy with tension. “It’s…” The soldier’s voice dropped. “Adriana.”Leonardo froze. His mind raced, struggling to connect the dots. Adriana? His mother-in-law? The woman
“Instruct some men to follow them and gather any information we might need. We’ll head back to the hotel and decode the chip,” Leonardo commanded, his voice firm. Arya frowned, her fingers curling into a fist to steady herself. “Why? I thought we were going after them.” Leonardo’s sharp gaze softened, but his tone remained resolute. “We don’t have time to chase shadows, princess. We need to split up. Let them lead us to their base while we focus on the chip.” She shifted uncomfortably, the sharp sting in her side now impossible to ignore. Just as she straightened, the pain betrayed her, pulling a grimace onto her face before she could hide it. Leonardo caught it instantly. His eyes narrowed, his suspicion unmistakable. “Is something wrong?” “Just… shoulder tension,” Arya muttered, forcing a weak shrug. “Come here, princess.” His tone softened as he reached for her. “You shouldn’t have to bear this—” “Ah!” A sharp cry tore from Arya’s lips as Leonardo’s arm brushed her
With the gunfire subsiding, the world fell into an uneasy silence. Leonardo and Arya regrouped with Rob and the few soldiers who had made it through. The air smelled of burnt gunpowder and death, the metallic tang of blood clinging to their senses. The forensic expert approached Leonardo with careful steps, holding out a small bag. Inside was the chip, smeared with traces of Andy’s blood. Leonardo took it, his fingers brushing against the plastic as he studied it intently, his brow furrowed in thought. “This has to be important,” Arya said, her voice calm but sharp, cutting through the silence. She wiped at her face with a shaking hand, smearing dirt and blood across her cheek. “Andy was tortured for it. And whoever sent that ambush didn’t care about lives—they cared about this.” Leonardo slipped the chip into his pocket, his face unreadable. “If Andy died for it, then it’s worth something. We’ll find out what soon enough.” The group quickly retreated, the convoy of cars wea
Gunfire shattered the tense moment as bullets ricocheted off the metal surfaces of the dock. Leonardo immediately grabbed Arya and pulled her behind a steel container. Rob dove for cover beside them, drawing his weapon. “Where the fuck did that come from?” Rob hissed, scanning their surroundings. “Ambush,” Arya said through clenched teeth, already gripping her gun. “Stay down,” Leonardo barked, peeking around the corner. He spotted shadows moving near the crates stacked further down the dock. Whoever had come for them was prepared, and they weren’t leaving without a fight. Leonardo signaled to their men, and a firefight erupted. Arya darted out from cover, her movements fluid and precise as she shot at their attackers. Each shot was calculated, dropping one assailant after another. Leonardo felt his chest tighten as he watched her. She was fearless, but fearlessness could also get her killed. “Cover her!” he ordered. Rob laid down suppressing fire as Arya advanced, vau
As they prepared to leave, dissatisfied with the outcome, Arya noticed Andy’s body was badly battered and bruised. One of his fingers was missing, suggesting he had been tortured. But why? Why would they torture someone on their side? Unless… “They wanted something from him,” Arya muttered to herself, scanning his injuries. “Something they didn’t have.” Her eyes fell on the brutal gash on his head. It was deep and jagged, a wound inflicted with rage. Whoever killed him must have done it in an act of passion. Perhaps they hadn’t intended to kill him but, after all the torture, his body couldn’t take it anymore. Arya sighed, the weight of realization settling on her. If Andy had been killed by accident, it meant they never got what they were after. “Rob, we need to search his body,” Arya said. “There might be something they missed.” “Whoever tortured him would have searched him already,” Rob replied. “Except…” He trailed off and began removing Andy’s clothes. Leonardo a
The convoy arrived at the docks within minutes, the tension palpable in the air. The area was cloaked in eerie silence, save for the occasional raucous laughter of men huddled near a ship. Their beer bottles clinked as they exchanged crude jokes, lines of cocaine spread across the table between them. Cigarettes dangled from their lips, smoke curling into the night sky.Leonardo stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the scene with cold precision. Rob flanked him, his hand hovering near his gun. “Should we go in now?” Rob asked, his voice low but steady.Leonardo nodded sharply, motioning for the others to fan out. From the car behind him, Arya emerged, her silhouette a lethal combination of grace and danger. Guns hung from her shoulders, nestled in her belt holsters, and rested in both hands. Her gaze met Leonardo’s for a fleeting second, and despite the danger ahead, the sight of her sent a surge of desire through him. She was magnetic, untouchable, and utterly lethal.Focus. Ther