Angioletto's PovGrowing up, life wasn’t very easy for me. No father figure, a drug addicted whore as a mother—the list of the difficulties I had faced very early on in life could go on and on.Those were the times when I had believed life to be extremely complicated.But when I joined La famiglia, I learnt that life is just as straightforward as it can get. It’s either this or that.Win or lose.Stay or go.Live or die.Succeed or fail.And the outcome of one’s life is solely dependent on choice, except of course the freedom to choose between life and death.I was a serial failure. I failed at a lot of things, a lot of times, because I had developed the mindset of a failure. I still wallowed in misery, blaming life and all of its elements for the pains and sufferings I had to endure.Mio padre and my brother’s were there for me in ways that I’d never forget.Most times, they would give me closure, reassurance and validation—hugs and all. And other times, they were fierce. They would
Angioletto's PovAn eventful morning it was. Watching my Oceane stir awake from sleep, having been graced by her first smile of the day after a month, sitting through an interesting and soul calming breakfast with her, and of course spending hours at the vet, getting tons and tons of items required to properly nurture her kitten.It was a good morning.And now, during the early hours of noon, I’m seated in the backseat of my car with my Oceane while my driver takes us back to my penthouse.The silence is quite comfortable, considering how I’m not a fan of talking and my Oceane doesn’t seem to be in the mood.“Gio?” Her tiny, sweet, melodious, delicate voice breathes out my name and God the feeling is amazing. So amazing that I have to shut my eyes and allow it settle in before humming in response.“Why are you nice to me?”Through the corner of my eyes, I stare at her, observing the downturn of her face. She’s not in a good mood and I can do nothing but wonder who would dare upset my
Angioletto's PovLife is always about choice. Of course God had made it in a way that fate would determine the outcome of people’s lives. But humans, as pitiful as we are, began making our own choices, and our choices stirred up anomalies in the original pattern.When I made the choice to keep Oceane with me, I knew my choice was going to stir up great trouble. I knew they’d be blood thirsty dogs, lurking in very dark corners and waiting for the perfect time to attack.I knew the consequences of my choice.Oceane’s father was, after all, an evil man who had betrayed a lot of very bad men and women in this shady business. And one thing that never goes overlooked in our line of business is betrayal.The single act of betrayal is gravely frowned upon.And when I was contracted as the Grim reaper of the underworld to wipe out the entire generation of Dumont Augustin, they meant every single person who was directly or indirectly affiliated to him.I failed. I failed because somehow, the un
Oceane's PovConfusion.A state of not knowing. A state of uncertainty about the events taking place. A state of bewilderment.Mr. Angioletto Luoni has successfully left me in a state of confusion from the moment he took me from my home.I have no idea where I stand with him.I hate you, I like you.Come close, stay away.You’re beautiful, you’re ugly.You’re my favorite person, you’re an enemy.You’re free, you’re my hostage.Day after day, those have been my predicament in the hands of my captor. Angioletto has unfailingly roped me into a state of confusion, and has left me there to suffer great emotional turbulence. I can’t yet determine why he’s the way he is or why he does the things he does, but with him, I’m neither here nor there. And it has become a struggle for me to keep up with his constant need to push me around.Last night, I had cried myself to sleep. Cried myself to sleep because once again, Angioletto decided to play with my head. He bought me a kitten, took me for b
Angioletto's PovShe hugged me.She fucking hugged me and instead of pushing her away, I froze and have remained frozen ever since.Fuck!Fuck!Here’s the thing, the life I had at a very young age was a difficult one. It was a hassle, waking up in a rat hole with my overdosed mother sprawled out naked on the floor with whichever man she had picked up for pleasure the previous night.Sometimes, I’d feign ignorance and go about my day, but sometimes when I’d attempt waking her, it would always amount to her getting irritated and her irritation meant my pain.Before I became a Luoni, I never enjoyed the luxury of surviving through twenty four hours without getting hit more than a few times—and getting hit for me wasn’t just a few slaps or spanks, it was more intense than that.Either different sharp objects were being carved into my skin, or my mother’s numerous boyfriends were using me as an object for putting out their cigarettes.The torture I had faced by the hands of the woman who b
Oceane's PovMe and my loud mouth.Whenever my senses are invaded by Angioletto, whenever his eyes bore into mine, I find that I’m unable to keep even the slightest details of things to myself.He’s my undoing.In reality, I developed a crush on a boy in school. Abel. My crush on him had begun the day I was enrolled into school. The events that led to my little crush felt like a fairytale, like the experience which I’ve always desired. Fingers brushed. Sparks flew. Stomach fluttered. Feelings emerged. A cliche kind of love story. A world of fantasy, one I enjoy living in.It was just a little after noon when I stormed out of class in tears because for the up-tenth time that day, my classmates picked on me. Those kids threw insults at me at will. They threw insults until I couldn’t take it anymore. It has always been a thing of great distaste for me, my physical appearance. I appeared animated. With my blonde hair, huge eyes, small face, a deep gaze—people regarded me a character s
Oceane's Pov“What’s going on? Why’s she bleeding so much?”“No.”“There’s so much blood!”“No.”“There’s so much blood!”“No.”“La mère, please stay with me. Don’t give up. . .please.”“Ah!” I scream, my fingers clawing at my skin, the burning hot water cascading down my body as I roughly scrub my body. I’ve always hated the sight of blood. I always have been repulsed by the sight of it and my disgust towards the sanguine liquid began on the day my mother passed.She bled out a lot and I was there to help her, to clean her up, but the blood wasn’t stopping. And by the time she finally surrendered herself to the cold hands of death, I was already a bloody mess.And that day, I couldn’t stop myself from throwing up until my system was completely empty.Tonight, those memories of years ago made itself known to me. Again. The woman’s cold body, her pool of blood, and the man who pulled the trigger.Angioletto. I’ve considered Angioletto a man who is so mentally deranged he somehow delu
Oceane's Pov“You’re such a bore, Oceane, just drink with me and loosen up a bit goddamnit!”Whining after whining after whining after whining is all that Abel has been doing since I go to this extremely annoying, noisy place.Even when we’re currently in the place he calls VIP, yet, the blasting music is still as loud as when we were down in the main hall.When I had arrived and Abel suggested that we go somewhere private, I was ecstatic because my naive little self thought Abel would want to get to know me on a more deeper level. But here I am, listening to his drunken voice while he complains about everything I do.You’re such a bore.You can’t even take a shot of tequila.I regret why I invited you out.All you’re good at is just being pretty and weird, your beauty is weird too.Those have been the vile words coming out of his mouth—out of the mouth of the boy I have a crush on.“Stop it already, Abel.” I croak when his rough palm squeezes at my thigh. “Please stop, I need to go h