Luciano.
The bigger guard stepped forward and pushed the other one aside, he unlocked the door with a loud clank. In a matter of seconds the door was opened but what happened after was what I was totally unaware of—expecting? Yes. Adriano pushed the bigger guard aside as he moved forward and quickly grabbed the other guard’s hand, twisting it behind him until the loud sound of bone breaking was heard in the quiet place. The resounding crack is drowned by the guard's scream. “I thought you don’t need them since you aren’t going to use them.” He snarled as he kicked his leg sending him to the floor. Like that wasn’t enough he kicked the guard's mouth and a couple of teeth fell out, blood seeping out of his mouth down to his neck. The guard passed out immediately. Weak. Pathetic. I cracked my neck, fingers, and body, and a low groan left my mouth feeling the stinging pain biting at my side. I will need a doctor after this. I glared at Adraino and what he had done. “I told you to calm down until we are out of the building.” “Waiting is a long word for me, Luc.” He replied with a grin on his face. That blood craving was still evident in his eyes. Idiot. “Our suits,” I stated rather than asking because everything should be ready. I had my men prepare for this weeks ago. “This way.” The bigger guard nodded his head, a gesture for us to follow him. There’s no way he isn’t pissing his pants now that he’s standing alone but he holds his forth. Acting strong. I looked at Adriano beside me who was still rilling in his victory. He’s had his fun and I’m brimming with the need to release mine. I love my brother but I could fucking kill him sometimes. “Should I have let you have him?” He questioned, reading my mind. Without glancing at him, I said, “Fuck you.” “No thanks. I don’t do guys, I intend to be balls deep in a warm pussy and if not a lot of it.” He grinned. “As soon as I’m done putting a bullet in someone’s head, I’m putting my cock in a warm wet cunt.” He added. At least we are on the same page. The warden is waiting by a door with his hands clasped behind his back. Which was quite a weak stance and more pathetic to me. If he had nothing to hide he would have placed his hand where I could see them. “Your belongings are in here.” The warden said. His voice was a bit too loud and a little defensive. Adriano and I exchange glances. Good to know I wasn’t the only one who noticed something off about him. “You can change in here and then I will discharge you myself.” Of course, he was the one to discharge us, there’s no need for him to go on rambling about something that we all know. Except….. Adriano looked at me, smirking as he wiped his bottom lip with his finger. That was strike three for me. This time I made the move, I wrapped my hand around the warden's throat and slammed him against the wall. I lift him until his feet are off the ground and hold him in place without struggling. He squirmed and gagged for him, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets. I took in one long drag of air and felt my muscles relaxing. Fuck, I missed this. “You got something off your sleeves warden?” I asked, taking him higher. He shook his head, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out. It’s quite hard to say something or move when a hand is wrapped around your neck. I let go a bit, and he hungrily gulped in more air. “No……I don’t” he replied. He must be ballsy to lie to me. “Are you fucking stupid or something warden?” Adriano chipped in. “Your life is in the hands of my brother and yet you are still lying to him.” The warden made a distorted noise at the back of his throat and shook his head. “No……I swear.” “On who?” I asked. “On Katrina, your wife, or your little Lily? Would you swear on their lives and I’m sure as hell will make you pay if you’re lying by watching me kill them in your presence?” I asked and felt satisfied seeing the horror look in his eyes. Being locked in here doesn’t mean I do not know anything about the outside world, I know about everything. Which was why he looked surprised when I mentioned his family. He kept on thrashing in my hold, squirming like a fucking worm. “Who sent you?” I asked, my voice low but venomous. He shook his head and angrily spit out on my face. “Bastard! I will fucking kill you.” I froze. A cackle escaped Adriano's mouth. The guard beside me froze and the warden seemed to have lost his fight. Adriano was the one who quickly acted. He took the gun from the guard standing beside us and pointed it at the warden whose eyes were wide open now. “No……I didn’t mean to…..” he stuttered. “You….. threatened my family……”. His eyes begged me. “And you think I will listen to you.” The word ‘No’ wasn’t in my dictionary along with many other frequent words used by people like him. He’s a fool if he thinks begging would stop me from doing what I intend. I took the gun from Adriano who willingly handed it to me I dragged the head up, up until it was resting under his chin. “Bastard, you said? Who are you talking to?” I asked, my voice cold. “Please….” He begged, wheezing and trying to breathe properly. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” I clicked back the safety of the gun and he cried out again. “Ca……Capo.” “Say my name.” I barked. His throat bobs up and down nervously. “Stop acting like a fucking fish brought out of the sea and answer my brother!” Adriano growled as he slammed his palm above the warden's head and sneered at him. “Rossi.” He answered as he broke into sweats. His tears were wetting my hand which was still wrapped around his neck. My finger tightened around his neck as I settled the other on the trigger. “Repeat yourself.” “Luciano Rossi.” “Better.” “Hand me your phone” His eyes went wide in panic. That’s all I need. Before he could even shake his head, Adriano grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head back into the wall. He let out a loud cry as Adriano leaned down to speak to him. “Again and again, you deny my brother. Haven’t we been obeying your sick rules in this prison since we got incarcerated? Deny him again and I will personally kill you.” The words were true. He would do as he said. With shaky hands, the warden put his hand in his pocket and brought his phone out and my nose flared when I saw how wet it was. I looked down at his pants and just as I thought, the idiot wet his pants. My eyes went up to his scared ones. “I’m sorry….” I pulled the trigger. The bullet went through his chin and came out through his head, his brain splattering on the wall behind him. His dead body dropped to the floor as I released him and moved back. “Fucking time!” Adriano exclaimed beside me as he walked towards the room. I looked at the guard who had been watching everything happening, never saying anything or putting up a fight. He has brains, unlike his boss. “What happened here?” I asked, my voice low as I watched his movement. He looked at the body before staring at me. “The warden tried to attack you and you shot him out of self-defense.” He said. “And the cameras?” “A glint in the system. Went down two minutes ago.” He said. Though we both know that they didn't, his excuse was palpable. “Tissue.” I ordered, getting irritated by the smell of piss. He brought a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me. I wiped my piss-covered hand and phone with it before dumping it to the ground, close to the warden's body. I nod once before going into the room. Adriano had already changed into his suit when I walked in. “Everything okay?” He asked and I nodded. I walked past him to retrieve my suit when he scrunched his nose. “Smell like piss.” “At least your hands aren’t covered with it.” He smirked, “That’s what you get for straying. One shot and that fucker is out.” I walked past him, took my suit and quickly wore it. This is one of the cheapest suits in my closet, I mean who wears expensive suits to jail? Adriano picked up the phone and went through it. “Maybe we should have asked for the passcode before killing him.” He grumbled as he stared at the screen. I scoffed. As much as he was good with guns and weapons, Adriano forgets that one need to also need to be as smart as you were lethal in this fucking world. I grabbed the phone from him and quickly typed a date I knew very well would be anyone’s password. His anniversary date. The phone unlocked and automatically opened to the message the warden had left open. Adriano peered through my shoulder and his reaching changed. “Looks like we have some fucking guests.” He said and I snorted in agreement. “Let’s go.” I placed the phone in my pocket.Maria. A smile graced my lips as I watered the flowers in the garden, this has become one of my favorite part-time. That's if I wasn't at the hospital. My head snapped up when I heard a low giggle from the other side of the garden, my smile brightened seeing my sister running around while trying to catch a butterfly. I waved my hand catching her attention before saying, “You know it won’t stay if you keep pursuing it.” She frowned and looked at the butterfly that kept on flying. “But I want one.” She said, pouting her lips. She looked like a child, a cute one to be precise. “Then stay still and wait, it will perch on the flower soon,” I told her. She stared at the flowers skeptically before walking towards me. She sat on the small bench beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. “I hope I can catch it soon.” You will. I went back to tending to the flowers, and soon I heard a low gasp from her. “Look at it, Mari,” She happily tapped on my shoulder as I looked a
Maria.After I was done with my bath, I put on a simple dress, went to call Emilia and together we went to the kitchen to help Julia.We might have grown up with money and have everything at our beck and disposal but that doesn’t mean we don’t know how to do things. We may have cooks, maids, and cleaners but we love doing things ourselves.I made sure Emilia knew how to take care of herself since I became the mother figure in her life.“Good evening Julia, what are we making for dinner?” Emilia asked.“Maria. Emilia.” Julia smiled warmly at us when we entered the kitchen.“I guess you are here to help?”“What can we do?” Emilia asked.“The vegetables—cut and cook them over high heat with the butter, sí? And you Emilia, you will start the rice.”After persuading us to leave the job for her Julia has become tired of our stubborn ass, and she allowed us in the kitchen because of that.We got to work and Emilia and Julia immediately fell into a conversation. I added as much as I could hav
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.“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.“They are quite skilled, boss,” he answered, angering his master more.“I fucking trained you myself.” He hissed.“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 kil
Luciano. Carefully I removed the cuff links and rolled up my sleeve 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 after 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. “And you didn’t use this against me sooner?” Right question and I’m glad I haven’t. “I love playing games with the ones I prey on.” “It’s either you stick with my plan or you face the consequences of your actions years ago and trust me they wouldn’t be too happy if they found out,” I smirked seeing as he seethed. He ground his teeth. “Fine. What is this amazing plan of yours?” He asked sarcastically.
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
Arabella.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 put on
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.The whole wedding was a hassle, I had to make my face neutral so I wouldn’t show any sign of disgust at Pedro or his daughter.Luckily the wedding had gone through and everything was perfect, the only thing I wished I could avoid was staying under the same roof with her.But like every other thing that came with this marriage that was impossible, newly married couples are expected to stay together for as long as they are married.They are not to be separated for a long time; the longest a couple could go without being together is forty-eight hours and when it’s more than that it sends suspicions to whoever was watching our marriage.“Happy married life, brother.” I paused in my steps as I glanced at Adriano who was leaning on the staircase.“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at one of those parties of yours?” I asked as I took the stairs down without bothering to see if he was following me.I needed a drink, a strong drink that could help me fall asleep.I entered the kitchen and g
Maria.I stayed quiet waiting for him to be done with whatever he had to say. I was tired, my feet were sore and killing me. I needed some sleep but I guess I can’t leave until he’s done speaking and besides I have no idea where my room is.“It will be just us and the workers staying in the mansion, unfortunately, my brother had to look for another space because of the wedding.” He said and I frowned slightly.Is he trying to blame me for marrying him? Well, in case he has forgotten he’s the one who insisted on this wedding, not me.“Come with me,” I rolled my eyes. Finally.He took the steps two at a time but I was slower, my feet ached even after taking the shoes off.He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, glaring at me like I was the cause of his problems.Well, he doesn’t expect me to be quick when my feet are killing me, and not in this dress.When I got to the last step, he turned without waiting for me or even asking if I was alright. Asshole.God, I can’t keep count
Maria.Hours later, I found myself sitting in the back seat of a car beside Luciano, being driven out of town to my new home—Luciano's home. After exchanging words with most of the families, we decided to call it a night. Before that, I did have one last chance to hug and talk to my sister before leaving, even though Luciano insisted we leave at once. Just because he had put that damn ring on my finger didn’t mean he could control me."I’m going to miss you so much, Mari," Emilia said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.I didn’t hesitate to do the same. "I will miss you too," I sniffled, blinking back tears so I wouldn’t cry.I wasn't crying because of what Luciano said; he could go screw himself for all I cared. I just didn’t want to make Emilia feel worse by breaking down in front of her.“Promise me you are going to let me visit you always?” She asked as she buried her head on my shoulder.That was a tough promise I didn’t know if I could fulfill. It still wasn’t clear if Luci
Maria.There was a lot that I wanted to say, a lot of comebacks that I have for each word he spat out but I couldn’t say them because of my damn condition. A time like this is one of those times that I wished I had a voice; a normal one where I can talk without having to move my hands or even feel pain after saying one or two words.“I said. Is. That. Clear?” He asked, inching closer, and right now I wished for the wall to close on me.I would rather stay there than marry this man.I hate him. I don’t usually hate people but he’s one of those people that I rarely hate. I thought I could make this marriage work out after everything but guess I was wrong.This man standing before me will never love me, he doesn’t even care or see me as his wife except for whatever transactional reason he’s doing with my father.“Don’t make me repeat myself, Mariana.” He growled, holding my chin and making me look directly at his eyes.“I will….never….love you,” I stressed the words as I forced them out.
Maria.I couldn’t help but compliment my younger sister, she looked pretty in her wine dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was braided and swept to the side and the tiny flower on her hair made her prettier.She looked so grown up.“There you are, my beautiful daughters.” Our heads whipped to the side, and we both stared at our father as he approached us.Seeing him made my heart beat faster, I knew what would come after this since he was here. The wedding is about to start.I forced a smile and avoided his eyes, our relationship hasn’t been the same since he practically forced me to marry Luciano but that’s no surprise. All my life I have known him to be a loving and overprotective father, someone who wouldn’t make any decisions for us. He let us make mistakes and then correct them but here he is pushing me to a murderer.I really want to believe he’s doing this because he knows that this is the best for me.His eyes remained on me until he was standing before us.I know he’s looki
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 will have to
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
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. 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