Luciano.
I leaned back in the car and watched as the drama unfolded before me. The guard looked quite shaken that for a fraction of a second there I felt sorry for him. “How?” I watched as the man who looked stoic but was trying hard to bury the rage inside him asked the only soldier standing in front of him. I’m trying too hard not to skin him alive right now. There are many ways I planned on killing him but that couldn’t happen now. “How?” The man repeated. “How the fuck were they able to get to the seven of you and left only you alive—by their choice? It was two against seven and they weren’t even harmed.” He barked. The shaky guard answered with his head buried on the floor, I wouldn’t look up if I were him too. Pedro was a scary man when angered but not to me. “They are quite skilled, boss,” he answered, angering his master more. “I fucking trained you myself.” He hissed. And we learned from the best. “And it wasn’t enough.” His body dropped to the floor the next minute with a bullet hole on his forehead. What a waste. “What do you want?” The bastard, Pedro Rodriquez, head of the Spanish mafia asked as he tucked the gun used in killing his soldier back into his waistband and locked eyes with me. His gaze is cold and calculated and I’m sure I’m wearing the same look. This was the cunt who ruined my life and that of my brother. “Certainly you didn’t leave that one soldier because you wanted to.” “We didn’t realize we gave you an option too,” Adriano drawled as he played with the blade between his fingers. His jaw is clenched together and that is enough warning that he might launch that thing on anyone soon. Pedro glanced at Adriano, “I thought only leaders are given the right to speak, and not someone as low as you.” Pedro is wrong for saying that. The blade Adriano was playing with stopped, he stared at Pedro and without thinking lunged at him but I was quicker. I stepped between them and held him back. Pedro’s soldiers reached for their guns, and I reached for mine. There isn’t a head in this room that doesn’t have a fucking gun aimed at. “Suelten sus armas.” He ordered his soldiers who complied and lowered their weapons quickly. His eyes connected with mine again. “You too idiota,” He hissed. My eyes stayed on his, unmoving. “Not happening.” He squared his shoulders, watching me with those calculated eyes of his, thinking he was the one in control but what he didn’t know was that I was way ahead of him. It was a risk being here with him, threatening him and doing all of this that could get us killed but we would rather die trying than die like a fucking chicken. Adriano tried to pull from my grip but I was way stronger than him. “Let’s talk in private,” I ordered. Pedro’s brows raised, “And who are you to command me?” He asked. “You do not want to find out what would happen if you don’t.” I threatened. Again. “You are threatening me? With what if I may ask?” He stated the obvious. “You don't want to go there.” “I have nothing to hide.” He answered. I would have believed that if I were still that same naive boy who looked up to him years ago. “No?” “We had an unfortunate encounter years ago, want to go down memory lane?” I took note of how he reacted to this piece of information. Anyone in this room must have seen how quickly his reaction changed. “Take us somewhere private to discuss this.” I said. His soldiers looked between us, waiting for what their leader would do. They were ready to shoot at just one order but I know Pedro wasn’t going to do that. He will be too foolish to let that happen. The air was terse and the silence stretched out. “Follow me,” he finally said. One of his soldiers stepped out, “Sir, this could be a trap……” “You are questioning me, boy?” Pedro snapped. The room went quiet again and filled with tension. The soldier moved back with his mouth shut but not without glaring at us. Pedro’s body was rigid as he walked past me and gestured for me to follow. I released Adriano who looked ready to go after the bastard. “You should have allowed me to kill him.” He growled. I know how eager he is to get to Pedro but that isn’t the time yet. “And where would that get us?” I asked narrowing my eyes at him. “Control yourself, Adriano, we don’t want this to all go to waste.” I whispered to him. When Adriano reluctantly nodded his head, we followed Pedro to one of his many cars in the parking lot of the prison. He got in the front and I followed, taking the passenger seat while Adriano begrudgingly took the back seat. The air was still thick with tension. “You should know threatening the boss of a mafia is bad enough, considering you just came out from prison and killed seven of my soldiers.” “You should have thought of that before you had us locked up.” His head whipped to the side, “It was for a good cause. You boys killed your father for fuck sake, I had to do it.” He shook his head in disgust while we glared at him. After knowing what I know I wasn’t surprised he was acting this way. “We were framed,” I said with my jaws tightening at the mention of my father. “You were framed?” he asked with a humorless laugh. “Then I believe you, you guys are so convincing.” “We were framed!” Adriano chipped in angrily. “Why the hell would we kill our own father?” “Let me see, the weapon used on him was for you. It had the two of your fingerprints on it and was hidden in your room and the autopsy showed that……” “His autopsy was tampered with.” I snapped. “Use your head old man, you should know by now when evidence is forged. We were framed, that is the truth.” “The truth?” “I arrived when he was bleeding out and looked like fucking corpse! He couldn’t be saved even though we tried!” He snapped. We all went silent again, our breathing getting even. “We were framed and there’s only one way to prove our innocence,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck to release some tension. “Yeah? And how do you expect to do that?” “I spoke to Carlos,” I watched as his eyes widened slightly in surprise. “There’s no way you spoke to him. He wouldn’t give you an audience.” He retorted. I ground my teeth together, “He did. I spoke to him and agreed to make peace with you—we came up with a great idea of clearing our names. Everyone would want us to retaliate, to go feral as soon as we are out of prison but with this, we will be able to prove our innocence.” He pauses for a while, processing my words before asking. “And what’s this brilliant idea you’ve come up with?” “An alliance.” His eyes locked with mine but he didn’t interrupt me. “An alliance would be the only way for us to prove our innocence.” “Tell me why the fuck I would let two murderers in my circle? Give me one good reason why I should help clear your name that is stained with guilt?” A dark chuckle escapes my mouth. I can’t help but laugh at his demands. One reason he says. Well, I have an army of them. I know it would come to this, though he might respect Carlos that doesn’t mean he would do anything we told him. “I thought as much, you do not have anything.” He bragged, with a feeling of satisfaction. “I thought I mentioned something of such earlier,” I asked as I rubbed my chin. “Name something?” He demanded and I would gladly do it. I leaned closer and whispered the words he never thought of hearing from me or anyone else. His breath seized, eyes went wide as he processed what I just said. “T…that’s a lie. There’s no way you would know about that.” “Prove it.” I thought as much.Luciano. Carefully I removed the cuff links and rolled up the sleeve of my shirt until it got to my elbow and made sure the tattoos on my hand were visible. “See this.” I pointed at a particular one that has just numbers. It was just numbers but I know he will recognize it anywhere. “Ho….how?” And I was damn right. “How did you know about this?” He asked gaping like a fish brought out of water. “I may be a little boy back then Pedro but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what was going on.” I rolled my sleeve down when his stare was getting too…..uncomfortable. I am not attracted to men. I may be a little young back then but I sure as hell didn't stop watching his move after what he did. “And why didn’t you use this against me sooner?” Right question and I’m glad I haven’t. I wouldn't have this to use against him if I'd used it back then. “I love playing games with the ones I target.” “It’s either you stick with my plan or you face the consequences of your actions years
Maria.I have no idea how long I was up all night but I knew I could only sleep when I heard fathers car pulling in. He was safe.This morning I did nothing meaningful, while Emilia focused on her reading. I tried as much as possible to search the internet for something catchy. I was busy scrolling through every news, feed and video before a knock came on the door.I got up and went to answer since anyone out there can’t come in until I say so—and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.I opened the door to find Juan standing there looking all bulky and tall as he is.“Your father wants to talk with you in his office.” He said.His office?He has never called me or Emilia to his office because that is where he does most of his business. That is where he has his most important documents and he wouldn’t let any of us go there.So why does he want me now?I raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Juan whose face didn’t change its expression.“I don’t know why he called you.” He replied.I k
Maria. I ran out of his office clenching the small box in my hand, I took the stairs two after the other and almost fell on my ass when I wasn’t stable enough. On my way to my room, I bumped into Julia who at first released a low curse before staring at my tear-stained face. “Dios mío, what’s wrong Maria?” She asked, holding my hand. I shook my head and took my hand from hers, I can’t speak or do anything right now. She stared at me and nodded. “Okay, go to your room. I will bring you a cup of tea.” I forced a smile before walking past her. I closed the door behind me and slid onto the floor, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face in them as I let the tears pour out silently. I’m so screwed. I can’t believe Father could allow such a thing, he wants me to marry someone as evil and ruthless as Luciano. God, I can’t even picture myself marrying him. I don’t want to but I had to because of Emilia. She will be safe if I do this. I sniffed and stared at the small box in m
Maria. I stood in front of my mirror staring right back at myself, I looked beautiful but not happy. The black satin dress was pretty and I love the slit at the side, my hair was let loose allowing it to fall on my shoulders and my makeup was perfect. Everything was perfect except for my feelings. I do not want this but like my father said I have no choice, this is my life now and I have to live with it. I took in a deep breath, before looking away from the mirror. I can hear the low sound of music playing downstairs, it wasn’t loud but I can tell what music was being played. This was it. Tonight is the night everyone will know me as Luciano Rossi's fiancee, everyone will know that I belong to him and no one else. My stomach twisted and churned, gosh I can’t still get over the fact that I’m being auctioned to a killer. What if something happens while I’m with him? What if I do something wrong and he kills me? What then? “Mari..” I quickly wiped the gloomy look on my face and
Luciano. This feels too good to be true. It has been a long time since I have felt this relaxed, there’s no anger nor impatience nagging at the back of my mind. I felt….free if that’s a word. I worked on the fucking tie after I was done dressing, whoever brought up the idea of men wearing ties in a suit is fucking delusional. How does one knot a tie? It’s hard as fuck and I have spent the past thirty minutes trying to get it right and in the end, I still wasn’t able to get it right. I dumped the tie aside and adjusted my suit before leaving my room. Adriano was waiting for me downstairs inside the car, I jumped in and the driver immediately started the car. “Took you long enough.” He said beside me and his voice sounded like he was….drunk. I pay a glance at him and my guess was definitely right, Adriano Rossi is fucking drunk and it wasn’t even midnight yet. Fucker. “How does it feel to finally see your fiancée weeks after you arranged your wedding?” He asked, opening his ey
Luciano.Her whole body looked rigid as she stared at me with wide eyes which quickly went back to their normal size a minute later.We both stared at each other without saying anything, paying closer look at her eyes I could tell they were the same thing as Pedro’s. That’s all I’m going to see anytime I stare at her.I didn’t bother to hide my disdain as my eyes roamed the length of her body. The black dress cling tighter to her body than I thought and the slit, the fucking slit was too high for my liking.“You are dressed like a goddamn whore.” She jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and then licked her lips.My eyes followed her movement, it’s a shame such a gorgeous set of lips will be wasted in a face like her, a face with eyes like his.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, looking at her face but not her eyes.She shook her head without making a sound.What the fucking hell?Is she trying to get on my nerves by not saying anything because she doesn’t need to do anyt
Luciano.I looked above her head in the mirror to check out my suit. With her face still turned to the side I could see her reflection in the mirror and the tears gathering in her eyes.I wasn’t surprised. She’s as weak as her father and just as hopeless.She has no qualities I would ever want in a wife—that’s if I wanted one in the first place.“You will talk about how excited you are for the wedding, how much fun you are having going shopping for your wedding dress, and whatever the fuck makes women so horny for weddings, and make sure you convince them all. You know what will happen if you don’t.” I went on without bothering to pay another glance at her.“Don’t make me wait too long.” I spin on my heel and reach for the door handle.I stopped before opening the door and said,“Wipe those fucking tears. Nobody wants to see them.”The bathroom door closed to the sound of her pathetic sniffles, she better get her goddamn shit together before coming out m. If she messes this up for me
Maria. Morning sunlight enters the room through the gauzy drapes on the window, bathing it in warmth. It would make a perfect day for a wedding if only it wasn’t mine. It might be warm outside but inside of me, a cold war was going on. Maybe I should have run away, I wouldn’t be here if I had done then. And then what? What would I do if I ran away? Will that stop me from being in danger? Will that protect my sister from harm? No, instead that would bring more harm to us than this. And they would have found me eventually, dragged me back from wherever I went. “Miss.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the mirror. My seamstress stared at me with worry obvious in her eyes. “Is the dress too tight?” She asked. I sighed and quickly removed my hand from my abdomen before shaking my head. “No, it’s alright,” I replied, and that eased the worries on her face. I rubbed my throat, I have been talking too much for the past couple of weeks and it’s seriously telling on me. I w
Luciano.“She begged you to stop but you didn’t. Any man wouldn’t do that to the woman he claimed to love.” I spat out angrily.God.I was ready to put a bullet in his head if only he was pointing a gun at my wife, his fucking daughter.“You know me more than that, Mariana. I am not the man you think I am, I would never do such a thing to another woman not when I have you and your sister. I have done everything to protect the both of you, I have provided everything you’ve ever wanted.”“You certainly are not the man I think you are, father. Yes, you protected me and my sister, you provided everything we needed. Do you want to know why? Because you want me by your side at all times. You should be ashamed to call yourself a father; one wouldn’t do to his daughter or his wife what you’ve done to me and mother.”“I never wanted to do any of that Mariana, yes I don’t love your mother but I was ready to keep her. It’s all her fault, you got into it because she was being too fucking noisy. S
Luciano.I couldn’t think as I stared at the man I hate so much pointing a gun at my wife’s head.“Nice of you to join the party, Rossi,” Pedro said, with a cheeky grin on his lips.“What do you want?” I asked, taking my eyes from his to Marianas who didn't look a bit bothered her father was pointing a gun at her.But I can tell she was scared but didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.“You know the very one thing I want, boy.” He answered.“And that is?”“The death of you and your brother. You both have been nothing but a pain in my ass for some many years. I want you gone, the same way I did with your parents.” He smiled after saying that.He’s edging me.My eyes flickered to Kyle who was still on the floor bleeding from his stomach which he’s trying hard to stop. His face looked pale and as he lay on the floor the image of my father lying dead on the ground with his pool of blood surrounding him popped up in my head.“You should stop this madness, Pedro!” Carlos snapped behind
Luciano.I stared at nothing as I kept wondering what had gone wrong, I have everything planned so how the fuck was Pedro able to get away without knowing what we have planned.“How did this happen?”“How did he escape?” Carlos' question pulls me back to consciousness.I looked at him, we were currently standing in the hallway of his office floor. The evidence has been given to him and right now he has every right to get Pedro in for questioning but what the fuck I do not know was how he was able to get a whiff of this.“I have no idea.”“Do you know where he must have gone?” He asked again, his tone a bit different from earlier so I know he isn’t talking about Pedro now.My mood seemed to dampen as he asked about him again.It has been three hours since Adriano left my house, three hours since I haven’t heard anything from him, and three fucking hours since Pedro went missing.“I don’t know. He wouldn’t answer his phone no matter how many times I called.” His words haven't stopped ri
Luciano.Adriano didn’t say anything after Kyle gave that suggestion but I know he’s thinking about it— if that look on his face still meant he’s thinking about it then he is.At times like this, I wonder if I do know my brother or if he’s just another stranger to me, I haven’t felt so shitty until he told me he was there that day. When I thought I was the only one who carried that burden on my shoulders, I had no idea my little brother was there.He saw the whole thing too and just like me he wasn’t able to do anything— I know how helpless that feeling must have been after he’d realized what that bastard was doing to our mother.He has been suffering silently for years, not saying anything to me or even our father before he was killed.He kept everything to himself instead of telling me; the one person he had around. He pushed me away again and again even when I tried checking up on him. He shouldn’t pull that not caring enough card on me, I tried my fucking best he just x doesn’t wa
Maria.I was nervous inside as we waited for Adriano to come, Emilia went back to the room after she was sure Luciano had forgiven her even though she wasn’t the one at fault. I knew Luciano wasn’t that comfortable while she hugged him and I get it, he isn’t that used to getting hugged out of nowhere.Adriano will be here in five minutes, that was what Luciano told me three minutes ago which meant in a minute or two Adriano would be walking right through that door.“You’re shaking. You know he’s not going to hurt you while I’m here right?” Luciano asked beside me.I know but I can’t help it.The last time I saw his brother was on the wedding day and the look in his eyes didn’t tell me he would like the idea of Luciano doing it this way.“I know.”We all looked up when we heard footsteps coming from the stairs, it was Emilia she was coming down the stairs looking freshened and less somber.I don’t think she should be one, having one of us here is enough for Adriano.“You should go upst
Luciano.Mariana's decision is the best, I think it’s better for her sister to find out from her rather than from someone else, it wouldn’t be good if she found out that way.She will be hurt and think my wife is keeping things from her even though they were close.While she was on the call with her father I quickly texted Kyle to stand guard and make sure she got her safely. I don’t care if he showed himself to her, all I wanted was her safety.I know Mariana would go nuts if anything happened to her sister especially now that she has gotten her memory back.I wanted to tell her but like I said it wouldn’t be fair if I did, her brain suppressed that particular accident for a reason. It’s better for her to find out by herself than from me which I didn’t think would happen soon. But it did, she knows everything about her vile and evil father now and I can see it, I can see the slight change in her.Where she was a little hesitant about my plan of killing her father before, she is more
Maria.I almost threw up a couple of times while speaking with my father.After the tall Luciano and I had, I had no other choice but to call him. Luciano was right when he said I was the only one who could persuade my father to let Emilia come over without getting suspicious of anything.I felt relieved like a huge ass freaking weight had been lifted off my shoulders when he finally agreed after pleading with him for a long time.I dropped my phone and raced to the bathroom to throw up every single thing on my stomach after the call.I ended up crying in the bathroom after that and got pulled out of the bathroom by Luciano.I couldn’t stomach anything even when Luciano and Elena tried, I was anxious and couldn’t eat until Emilia got here.I kept on staring at the time over and over again waiting to see when she would come.“You know she’s on her way right now,” Luciano said beside me.I blinked as I looked at him, surprisingly he hadn't left this morning. He has been by my side since
Maria.I whimpered and then someone tapped my shoulder. I ignored the continuous tapping as I kept on whimpering.I wanted to come out of the dream, I wanted to stop but I couldn’t and even the consistent tapping on my shoulder wasn’t able to pull me out of it.“Butterfly.” A voice called.“You have to wake up Mariana.” The same voice called.I squirmed around and woke up with a gasp, I stared at the ceiling and saw it was still dark inside the room.I blinked and then burst into tears, no, it couldn’t be real.That must be what my imagination is trying to tell me.Oh God. I can’t believe this.“Mariana.” I turned and saw Luciano sitting on the bed while watching me wet my face with my tears.“Are you alright?” He asked and I shook my head.I am not fine at all. I don’t think I will ever be fine after getting my memory back.“Why?” I asked as I burst into tears again.He didn’t say anything but wrapped his arm around me until I was sitting on his lap and my head was resting on his che
Maria.I ran to the other side of the hallway, hiding behind a wall when I heard the office door opening. With my head out a bit, I watched as Mom stomped out of the office looking all angry.I wonder what could possibly make her that angry, minutes later father came out I could see him with my head out but I don’t think he could see me. My eyes widened when Father's head turned to the spot I was hiding, I was quick to hide myself before he could see me…. Or so I thought.“Mariana.” He called and I instantly froze.How on earth did he see me?“I know you are there, come out now.” He said and I had no other choice but to do as he’d said.The one thing my father hated was repeating himself again and again. Slowly I stepped out from where I was hiding with my head down, I didn’t want to look at him.“What were you doing there Mariana?” He asked. But I kept my mouth shut, at that point the idea of telling him to take me to the park didn’t sound as good as it did before.“I’m sorry father,