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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 47: Plan B
WOLFGANG P.O.VSeparating from Chiara, even for a moment, unleashes a whirlwind of emotions within me. I watch as Aldo takes her away, her figure disappearing down the hallway, and desperation consumes me. I shouldn't have let this happen, we shouldn't have separated. For a moment, I think about my decision to let Chiara come along as well, and I fear that my thirst for revenge is stronger than what I feel for her.But I know it's not true, my feelings for her are intense, deeper than I ever imagined possible, and that's why I allowed it, I want her to feel that with me she can be free to make whatever decisions she wants, that she's no longer and will never be imprisoned again. So, even though every step I take in the opposite direction of her is a stab of helplessness, and it torments me not to be by her side at this moment, protecting her, making sure she's safe, I remember that this is our battle, not just mine. I trust Hans and the plan we've devised.I promised to free Chiara fr
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 48: Revenge
CHIARA P.O.VMy steps echoed through the room, a constant drumming fueled by fear. A lone table lamp wouldn't be enough the next time I faced Aldo. I need something more, something that will give me a chance to protect myself once again.Suddenly, a deafening sound reverberates throughout the building, and the ground beneath my feet trembles. The explosion resonates in my chest, and my heart beats intensely. Wolfgang? The mere thought of losing him paralyzes me. Tears blur my vision as my mind fills with fears. But I can't allow this wave of panic to sweep me away.I run towards the nearest table, trying to find shelter underneath it. My heart beats so loudly that I feel it's going to burst out of my chest. "No, not again," I repeat to myself, but the betraying tears persist. I can't afford to fall apart now.The door swings open, and Aldo's mocking voice cuts through the air, the certainty of his presence filling me with terror. How did he find me so quickly and amidst the explosion?
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 1: The Angel by the grave
WOLFGANG P.O.V.The sky is overcast with gray clouds, at any moment it's going to rain, the perfect excuse to advance the slaughter I've planned for years. The last funeral event I attended was 20 years ago. 10 years ago I decided not to attend my father's. But the late Andrea Bianchi is a different dead man, he is the younger brother of Aldo Bianchi, a Cosa Nostra Don, one of the most feared men in Sicily, and my lifelong enemy, even if he didn't even know I existed. It wasn't important that he didn't know my true identity, soon he was going to know the whole last nameKrüger, and in the process make him wish he hadn't touched a single hair of my mother's or grandmother's.My name is Wolfgang Krüger, and my soul was forged in the flames of revenge. I am the Don of the German mob, a feared and ruthless figure in the dark corners of crime they call Wolf. But my story began long before I reached that position of power.After my innocent family was the victim of a Don from the Italian ma
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 2: Speechless
CHIARA P.O.V. I realize I can breathe freely when I see out of the corner of my eye Mr. Ferrara turn to leave, after giving me a long inspection, just like the first time I saw him at my uncle's house. I admit it, I was fascinated when I saw Wolfgang. But even though Wolfgang Ferrara is incredibly beautiful, I know that his beauty is only a mask, because what's inside Wolfgang Ferrara is just as terrifying as the gangsters my uncle lives with. And Wolfgang must be very bad, because my uncle trusts him. Before coming to Sicily, my father's hometown, we lived in Verona, my mother's hometown. My dad worked in a restaurant and I was studying veterinary medicine at the university. But two months after my graduation dad got sick, when my father's illness was determined to be cancer, he decided to do nothing but invite me to Sicily with the excuse that he wanted to visit his older brother and see his hometown before leaving. start chemotherapy. So they killed my father, someone tampered w
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 3: A new hell
CHIARA P.O.V.My heavy, hesitant steps lead me to my uncle's black Toyota, where Mrs. Laura is patiently waiting for me. The rain hits my umbrella, and the atmosphere is charged with an oppressive tension, I still don't want to say goodbye to my father. My heart is pounding in my chest.Just as I'm about to get into the truck, a hail of bullets replaces the rain from the sky, causing chaos and panic among the wake guests. Piercing screams of women fill the space and the crowd disperses in all directions, desperately seeking refuge. I am surprised when instead of defending themselves, most of Aldo's men and other mobsters try to protect me, but they are overwhelmed by enemy fire coming from all sides. Soon they have to get deep into the battle for their lives and neglect my safety.Then a man appears and holds me firmly by the forearm. His figure is imposing and his gaze surrounds me with an aura of danger. He is tall, with blond hair and piercing electric blue eyes. He's handsome like
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 4: Meersburg
WOLFGAGN P.O.V.After being with Chiara, something changes in me. I don't know exactly what, but something changes in my mind. We didn't do any prior research on her because there's not much to know about a mafia princess, they're all the same, but I can't help but be curious about Chiara now that I'm close to her. And her muteness is now one of my greatest curiosities. However, I don't let her know how much I'm attracted to her, because mob princesses grew up believing they can handle men like me. Perhaps Chiara knows how to manipulate men. Maybe she makes everyone believe that she is harmless in order to later show her true intentions.I move away from Chiara, and sit in front of Hans's seat. Hans is something of a friend, although — friend — is not an adjective we ever use with each other."I want you to find out everything there is about Chiara."Hans scratches his chin."Why do you want to meet her now?""I'm not interested in meeting her" I growl, and lie outright. "She can't ta
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 5: Chiara's decision
CHIARA P.O.V.It's been five days since I came to this place, I think. I have no knowledge of the country I am in or its exact location. All I know is that I will never be allowed out, just as Wolfgang warned me.I've gotten used to confinement. In fact, there is hardly any difference between this room and the one I had in Sicily. The room I used in my uncle's house was bigger, but that didn't make me any less miserable. I have been wearing the same clothes for 2 days, and they have not allowed me to bathe. I wonder if I should feel panic and despair in this situation, but it's like those feelings have been sucked out of me along with the hope of living.I get out of bed and look out the tiny window in the room. Then I remember that for me there is a difference between this room and the room I lived in in my uncle Aldo's mansion. Outside this small room, there is something beautiful that makes me want to go out. The vineyard that stretches before my eyes is impressive. For the first t
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 6: Cold water bucket
WOLFGANG P.O.V.After the doctor arrives and everyone's crisis subsides, I realize that I haven't really been breathing much since the doctor and his medical team decided to use my room as an operating room to treat Chiara's wounds. . I try to maintain my composure, to maintain the indifference that has always helped me maintain my crown as king of the German mafia, but when I think that Chiara is even more innocent than she was when I kidnapped her, and that now she could die, the mask of indifference that I always have with me, begins to tremble.I am standing in the corridor with Magda and Hans. Magda stands by the door with her arms folded. Worry shows on Magda's face, but I can also see her disappointment in her eyes. She closes her eyes and breathes for a moment, then she looks at me, and I know what she's going to say will make me more miserable."How were you able to kidnap an innocent girl and put her in such a horrible room?" she tells me, her voice heavy with disapproval. S
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The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 48: Revenge
CHIARA P.O.VMy steps echoed through the room, a constant drumming fueled by fear. A lone table lamp wouldn't be enough the next time I faced Aldo. I need something more, something that will give me a chance to protect myself once again.Suddenly, a deafening sound reverberates throughout the building, and the ground beneath my feet trembles. The explosion resonates in my chest, and my heart beats intensely. Wolfgang? The mere thought of losing him paralyzes me. Tears blur my vision as my mind fills with fears. But I can't allow this wave of panic to sweep me away.I run towards the nearest table, trying to find shelter underneath it. My heart beats so loudly that I feel it's going to burst out of my chest. "No, not again," I repeat to myself, but the betraying tears persist. I can't afford to fall apart now.The door swings open, and Aldo's mocking voice cuts through the air, the certainty of his presence filling me with terror. How did he find me so quickly and amidst the explosion?
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 47: Plan B
WOLFGANG P.O.VSeparating from Chiara, even for a moment, unleashes a whirlwind of emotions within me. I watch as Aldo takes her away, her figure disappearing down the hallway, and desperation consumes me. I shouldn't have let this happen, we shouldn't have separated. For a moment, I think about my decision to let Chiara come along as well, and I fear that my thirst for revenge is stronger than what I feel for her.But I know it's not true, my feelings for her are intense, deeper than I ever imagined possible, and that's why I allowed it, I want her to feel that with me she can be free to make whatever decisions she wants, that she's no longer and will never be imprisoned again. So, even though every step I take in the opposite direction of her is a stab of helplessness, and it torments me not to be by her side at this moment, protecting her, making sure she's safe, I remember that this is our battle, not just mine. I trust Hans and the plan we've devised.I promised to free Chiara fr
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 46: Hate, resentment and pain
CHIARA P.O.VI thought I was going to have a heart attack during that infernal minute I shared with my uncle in the elevator up to the 7th floor. Then Aldo drags me through the intricate network of hallways, and meanwhile, I try not to think that every step takes me further away from Wolfgang and the safety he represents. Walking under Aldo's control was like reliving my worst nightmares all over again. The feeling of being trapped, at the mercy of my uncle, of not being able to speak up again, plunged me into silent despair. Suddenly, separating from Wolfgang felt like they were extinguishing the spark of hope that had given me back my voice, and now I felt almost literally mute again.Fear is making me reconsider whether I'm really capable of enduring this without breaking down again."You look better than before," Aldo comments, irony lacing his voice. "Wolfgang seems to feed his hostages well. I guess that's your little power, your breasts and your body, men desire you and you can
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 45: New deal
CHIARA P.O.VI glance towards Aldo, and beside him, a man with a lecherous gaze whom I don't recognize. A shiver runs down my spine as I recognize the lust in his eyes. The premonition that this man is the one they call Il Lupo makes me feel like vomiting. His greasy hair slicked back, he's tall but lacks muscularity. His suit is white, and he wears a red scarf around his neck, ridiculous for a mafioso. His eyebrows are thin, and his eyelashes are long. Though he looks off, I can sense his evil and dangerous aura.Wolfgang walks with astonishing confidence and assurance, as if he's playing the role of his life on a stage. For a moment, I question if Wolfgang would really hand me over. Fear starts to play with my mind, but I stop, reminding myself that Wolfgang wouldn't do that. The tension in the air is palpable. I also remind myself that this is a plan.I keep calm, though my hands are trembling. I can't help but wish to cling to Wolfgang for security, but I know that could give away
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 44: Reunion
CHIARA P.O.VI place my hand on Wolfgang's arm, momentarily freezing the anger on his face. It takes him a moment to turn towards me, as if it's difficult for him, but he finally does, lowering his gaze to look at me."What's going on?" I ask, gripping my hands on the lapel of his suit. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore. I don't want anyone to lie to me anymore."Wolfgang looks towards Hans and Blaz, orders something in German, and they step out onto the balcony, leaving us alone."What should I do?" I inquire."They want me to let you go alone with Aldo if the opportunity arises. You'd have an earpiece and microphone to communicate with us, since you can speak. They believe Aldo and Il Lupo wouldn't suspect anything if I agree to let you separate from me, and that would give Hans and the others more time."I do my best to appear unfazed outwardly, even though inside I've already started to hyperventilate."If it's necessary, I can do it."Wolfgang frowns. "No. Look at yourself,
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 43: Change of plans
WOLFGANG P.O.VThe water cascades over my skin, and I have Chiara against the tiled wall, her soft voice releasing moans that drive me even wilder. I still couldn't believe she had regained her voice at such an unexpected moment. If I had known earlier, I would have proposed to her a long time ago because I know I've always wanted her for myself, but the man of flesh and bone that I still have in me wanted her to truly want that too.I didn't know what to expect from this change in our plan to confront Aldo tonight, how it would transform her personality, or if she would remain the same. What I didn't expect was the deep impact it would have on me. Every word that escaped her precious lips awakened in me an obsession, a dangerous and animalistic desire. I hadn't been warned about this, about how every time I heard her speak, I would feel my blood boil and my soul ignite. Any man who dared to look at her or simply stop to listen to her during our walk triggered an uncontrollable fury w
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 42: The keychain
CHIARA P.O.VI smile shyly this time, hearing it come out of his lips so naturally leaves me breathless. Then Wolfgang sets me down on the floor carefully, and at that moment Hans enters the kitchen. Hans says something to Wolfgang, who nods."Chiara, we're leaving now. Could you fetch the car keys? They're in the drawer on the left side of the bed. It's the Ferrari's."I nod with a smile, although I know perfectly well he wants privacy to discuss something important with Hans. As I walk back to the bedroom, I wonder if I would have the courage to drive Wolfgang's car. Although I am filled with fear when I think of myself sitting behind the wheel of a Ferrari.Maybe another time.I bend down when I'm in front of the drawer, open it, and what I find is a ridiculous amount of car keys. Wolfgang definitely didn't lie when he said all those cars were his.I focus on finding the Ferrari keys until I finally believe I see them. So, I pick them up to examine them closely and make sure they a
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 41: Breakfast
CHIARA P.O.VWolfgang told me he would take care of breakfast today. Something tells me there's nothing that man does wrong, but the kitchen is a moment of expression and delicacy; I couldn't imagine Wolfgang being delicate. Anyway, I took advantage of the free time. I enjoyed the tub, the perfumed soaps, and the hair products that curiously, were just right for my hair type.After debating for a few minutes while looking at the dresses on the bed, I decided to wear the white daisy dress that Constanz gave me. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slip on some white sandals.The apartment looks totally different now that the natural sunlight illuminates everything. I catch a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, so I follow it. In the kitchen is Wolfgang, standing in front of the stove. The stove is on the other side, so he has his back to me. He's wearing a dark gray dress shirt, so dark it looks black, but it isn't. Black dress pants, but the shirt is untucked. His hair is t
The Withered Flower of Silence Chapter 40: Good morning
CHIARA P.O.V"Then do it," I articulate with my lips. Immediately, Wolfgang lifts me in his arms, but he doesn't take me far. He sits on one of the sturdy wooden loungers with me on his lap. The lounger seems robust, and it's very well padded, so it also seems comfortable.I lean over Wolfgang and kiss him, gripping his face and the hair I love so much. I feel his hands slide around my waist, then they take a different path, stopping behind my back and tearing the fabric of my dress. Now the dress is just distorted fabric, slipping over my breasts and falling onto my lap. I lift myself just a bit so Wolfgang can finish removing it. And then I'm only in my sky-blue lace panties.I don't want foreplay; I just want to feel him inside me. I don't know what makes me so desperate, if it's just that uncontrollable surge when I'm with him, or the fact that one of us could get hurt tomorrow. I don't want to think about that now.My hands reach for the button of his pants and undo it, then I sl
