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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Replica Of My Heart
ππππππ DANIELLayla's eyes fluttered open at my command, ecstasy brightening the color of her amber irises. Without a word, she turned around, lying flat on her stomachβ¦ and then I saw it."Oh, my God, Layla." I reached out and softly touched the skin between her shoulder blades. Earlier in the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of the tattoo, but only now did I see what it was.My fingertips traced the black inked lines. The face of a wolf. A replica of the image tattooed on the top of my hand. I placed my palm flat on her back, identical art engraved on my skin. No words could have described the feeling that flooded my chest β the warmth that spread through my veins."It's beautiful," I murmured, still staring at it in awe.She glanced over her shoulder but didn't say a word. She didn't have to. The ink on her skin spoke a thousand goddamn words, but most importantly, it told me this woman was still mine. That she had always been mine. By God, tonight I would reclaim all of her.Bi
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Declaration Of Love & Goodbye
πππππLAYLAI couldn't help but stare in awe before whispering, "Sunrise.""Yeah." Daniel's fingers brushed up and down my arm. "Someone once told me that the birth of a new day is one of the most amazing things to witness. That we should never take this for granted." He placed a kiss on my temple. "Being able to share a new day."I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep myself from crying. He remembered. He remembered the last sunrise we saw together, as a couple irrevocably in love with each other. It was heartwarming to know he hadn't forgotten β to know I wasn't the only one who held on to the memories of that day.With Daniel's arm around my shoulder, his body against mine, we watched the sunrise at the far corners of the horizon. The yellows, oranges, and pinks painted the sky like a canvas as if God Himself was creating this resplendent image just for us. Even though it was autumn, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was the beginning of a beautiful day, and once agai
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Monster With A Heart
ππππππDANIELTime was running out. I could feel it in my bones. Layla was starting to become desperate, and restless. Earlier, Katherine had mentioned something I needed to know, but I was one hundred percent sure Layla wasn't planning on telling me."Daniel."I turned to see Vanessa walking my way. It didn't take a genius to notice the worry lines forming grooves on her forehead.She stepped up and hugged me. "James gave me the in-a-nutshell version." She leaned back. "Are you okay?""I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."She scowled at me with her dark eyes under thick lashes. "You're kidding, right? Danny, you're the only brother I ever worry about.""What? No way. I'm not the brother who walks around like he has a stick up his ass the whole time. At least I have a personality and this one thing they callβ¦ a life." I winked at her, trying to play it down. The last thing I wanted was for my little sister to worry about me while she was planning one of the most importan
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Running Away
ππππππ DANIEL After pouring the drink, I shot him a sideward glance. "That's very much unlike you, Dad. Drinking before noon." "Oh, trust me, it's not the first time." He took a seat on one of the leather couches, rubbing his palm down his face. Then I notice how tired he looked with the bags of fatigue under his eyes. The old man was getting β well, old. "Dad, are you okay?" I handed him his drink. "What do you think? Our family is on the verge of a full-on war. My son is a walking time bomb because of some woman. And I have a nephew with the potential to be the next American psycho walking around the house." I took a seat across from him. "You forgot having James as a future son-in-law." "Don't remind me." He rubbed his temples, and I was once again reminded why I wasn't envious of my dad, or Antonio, for that matter. All the worries and responsibilities causing the wrinkles around my father's eyes would one day be Antonio's. Thank God for the whole "the firstborn will
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Shattered Hearts
πππππLAYLAI couldn't stop staring at him from the side mirror. Daniel.My heart broke over and over and over again the longer I stared at him. He looked defeated as he fell to his knees, screaming after us."Layla!"A tear slipped down my cheek as I closed my eyes. The sound of my name mixed with the heart-wrenching desperation in his voice killed me little by little. But he left me no choice. He didn't know the risk, or what was at stake. And I couldn't tell him. If I did, it would have only placed him in more danger than he already was."He'll understand." Antonio's voice was strong, but the low note of uncertainty echoed through.I fixed my gaze on the road ahead, the large black gates already open, allowing Antonio to race out of the estate. "I'm not so sure about that."Antonio shifted gears. "I am. Once he knows the truth, he will be able to put the pieces together."I sighed, the heaviness in my chest making it increasingly difficult to breathe."Why me, though? Why ask
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Stupid And Selfish
πππππLAYLA(Flashback Continues...)Kat stared at me in silence. She couldn't hide her emotions from me. It was there, in her eyes, causing her so much pain, so much worry. Gently, she reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Don't blame yourself because you fell in love, Layla." I bit my bottom lip, and my heart cracked in two. For months, Daniel had been my world. He was the sun in my life, our love the air I breathed. He was everythingβ¦ until I opened my father's letter, discovering the truth about the man I had given my heart to. "Talk to him first, Layla. Maybe there's a reasonable explanation for all this." "And so what if there is? So what if he has a hundred different reasons for keeping this part of his life a secret from me? It doesn't change anything. His family is selling drugs on the streets, living off dirty money. And if half of what Dad is saying in his letter is true, then I β we are no longer safe here. It's not just about me and him any more
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Civil War
πππππLAYLAAntonio scoffed at my words before replying, "As my brother said the other day, we've been at war with the Morellos for years now." I turned in my seat, determined to get my point across. "If I don't go back, Mato won't stop until he's destroyed everyone I love." "But this isn't about you, Layla. It's about Daniel. About us. It's never been about you. You are just a pawn he's using to put our family in checkmate. It's Daniel they want to destroy. It's our family they want to wipe out. Even if you go back and give your life in order to stop all of this, it won't. It will never stop." "I know this war between you and the Morellos will probably never end, but I will no longer be used as a weapon to torture Daniel. You and I both know that Daniel will put himself in harm's way as long as Mato has me. Your brother will never stop, and I've been the cause of Daniel's pain for too long." I shook my head as tears welled up. "No more. No more, Antonio. I can't do it anymore
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Bitter Truth
ππππππ DANIEL My heart almost stopped at my father's words. "Is Layla hurt?""No. No, it's not like that."I scowled. "Then what?"The old man stopped and looked up at the roof. "Your brother and Lucio had a run-in with some of the Morellos men." He turned to face me. "It didn't end so well.""Meaning it turned into a bloodbath." It wasn't a question. When things didn't end well, it usually meant someone died. "Antonio and Lucio okay?""Yes. They're fine."Nothing about his demeanor gave me the impression that everyone was fine. The grim look on his face, the way his shoulders were slumped forward said to me that I wasn't going to like the next part of this fucking story."What happened?"He took a deep breath. "I think it best you wait for Antonio to get here."What theβ¦? "Are you telling me Antonio is on his way back here? Jesus Christ, the fucker has balls, I'll give him that." I stormed to the bedroom door. "He better has Layla with him if he wants to live to see another d
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To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | To The Ends Of The Earth
ππππππ DANIEL Antonio took a seat beside me, his eyes fixed on Luca chasing the birds. "You two have been spending a lot of time here lately." "Yeah. Luca loves the garden." Antonio placed his hand on the bench and then glanced around. "I love what you did with it. You know," he waved around, "the whole re-doing of the back garden." I snorted. "Re-doing?" "You know what I mean." "Yeah, well. You should thank our little sister for that. She did all this." "Our sister will make a good mother someday." "She sure will." Vanessa was a godsend through all this. Luca had immediately taken to her, and even though she couldn't fully take his mother's place, she had done a fine job being a substitute while he adapted to his new surroundings. New family. "How is he doing?" Antonio asked while watching Luca play. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "He misses her." "That's to be expected." "I just wish I knew how long it was going to take." Antonio placed his hand on
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Chaos And Mayhem
ππππππ DANIEL "Dad!" Antonio yelled. "Dad, no!"Thunder. Lightning. Gunshots. Mayhem.All I could do was watch as my father let out his last breath, life being ripped out of him within a single moment. And then I howled. I fucking cried out as reality slowly started to infuse me with the excruciating pain of watching my father die. This was not how it was supposed to go down. My father dying was not part of the fucking plan. I was the one ready to die for the people I loved. I wasn't ready for anyone else to die except the fuckers who thought they had the power to play God with all our lives.I looked up, sound starting to return, the chaos and mayhem pulling me back to the here and now. And then I saw her. Layla. Her limp body was being dragged by the man who is about to die by my hand."Mato!" I roared, and then I was on my feet, running toward them.He struggled to get Layla in the car, and when he aimed his gun in my direction, it was too late. I was already there, knockin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Save Her
ππππππ DANIEL The sound of an approaching car momentarily grabbed my attention, and I bit down on my cheeks as I watched it near us. Even though my attention was on the car, I was hyperaware of every man currently taking part in this standoff.Stefano righted himself and straightened the sleeves of his jacket. "It seems you're having difficulty accepting that Layla has moved on with my son. Maybe he can convince you."The car stopped, and my heart beat wildly inside my chest as I watched Mato get out. If hate had a moment in time, this would be it.The sight of his ugly motherfucking face made me want to rip out his goddamn spine through his throat. It took every shred of self-control not to end him right there and then.My hand itched, the weight of my gun at my back making me aware of how much I wanted to put a bullet in his skull. And the smug grin he had on his face as he got out of the car made the urge to kill him even stronger.Matteo inhaled deeply. "Ah. There's nothin
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Done With This Shit
ππππππ DANIEL Harbawo wasn't a place I visited often. One thing my grandfather used to say was you never shit where you ate. Something the Morellos had no idea about. They still had a lot to learn.Our shipments never came through Harbawo Harbor. In fact, we never used the same port twice in a row. It was always scattered around. Different ports. Different shipping lines. Different times of day or night. And different routes.We'd never claimed to be saints. To some people, there was no such thing as a big or small sin. Wrong was wrong. But in my opinionβ¦ who in the name of ever-loving fuck thought that way? How could one argue there was no scale when it came to wrongdoing? That was like saying a rapist had done equal wrong as the man who cheated on his wife. Bullshit. No matter who said what, I believed sin could be measured. And it was because of this I knew the Morellos were far higher on the wrongdoing scale than we were.Yes, we bought illegal firearms.Yes, we sold illeg
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Mine To Defile
πππππLAYLAI watched as Mato's smug grin turned arrogant. "See, I helped you, and I was smart about it too.""What did you pay him?" I glared at him. "What did you pay my father to write that fucking letter?"He cocked his head, his gaze sweeping from my neck, to my lips, to my eyes. "I paid him more than he would make in two lifetimes." He licked his lips. "And it was worth every cent because now you're mine. Mine to take care of, and mine to defile."Bile crept up my throat, and my chest burned with equal parts disgust and craving. "All you know how to do is destroy lives.""Sometimes the strong need to eliminate the weak to thrive."I almost laughed in his face. "Strong? Do you think you're strong? What, by turning an innocent woman into an addict? By taking her son away from her? Are those the actions of a strong man? An honorable man?"The corners of his lips twitched, a malicious sneer forming on his ugly motherfucking face. "Who said anything about honorable?"Disgust fil
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | A Reluctant Pawn
πππππLAYLAMato and I sat silently as we drove to the Morellos mansion. The very thought that I was going back to that hell hole made me feel sick to my stomach.For the last three months, I had been held there against my will. None of this was my decision. I didn't want any of this. But my forced addiction hadn't given me any choice. Mato had dangled that needle in front of my face like a goddamn red cloth to a bull. And by the victorious smirk plastered on his face the entire time, he knew he had the upper hand."You knew I was with him." I didn't look at him."I did.""Why didn't you come for me?"He huffed out a laugh. "Oh, my dear Layla. I knew you'd come back." He removed a pouch from his jacket pocket. "I have what you need."My heart pounded against my ribs, every vein in my body swelling, craving, burning with the need for the toxin. I licked my lips as I stared at the pouch, sweat trickling down my back. The painful stomach spasms intensified, and anxiety made it incre
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Collateral Damage
ππππππ DANIELMy heart was in my throat as Antonio swallowed as if the words were struggling to come out. "While he held herβ¦""Well?" I was growing impatient. "Spit it out!" "While Mato held herβ¦ he got her addicted to heroin." I thought my heart had stopped before, but I was wrong. Now I knew what it meant to have a heart eruption. I could feel the blast through every fiber of my being. "I don't understand," I whispered. My voice sounded broken. Kat stood. "My sister is now an addict, Daniel. He forced her to take the drugs so he could control her." For a few seconds, I allowed the words to sink in. I allowed it to settle in the pit of my stomach, to stew with the rage I had been feeling all morning. And then I grabbed the first thing I could find, a glass decanter, and threw it against the wall. The sound of my scream together with the shattering glass hit the roof with excruciating resonance. "Daniel, you need to calm down." I shot a warning glare at my brother. "Do n
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | The Bitter Truth
ππππππ DANIEL My heart almost stopped at my father's words. "Is Layla hurt?""No. No, it's not like that."I scowled. "Then what?"The old man stopped and looked up at the roof. "Your brother and Lucio had a run-in with some of the Morellos men." He turned to face me. "It didn't end so well.""Meaning it turned into a bloodbath." It wasn't a question. When things didn't end well, it usually meant someone died. "Antonio and Lucio okay?""Yes. They're fine."Nothing about his demeanor gave me the impression that everyone was fine. The grim look on his face, the way his shoulders were slumped forward said to me that I wasn't going to like the next part of this fucking story."What happened?"He took a deep breath. "I think it best you wait for Antonio to get here."What theβ¦? "Are you telling me Antonio is on his way back here? Jesus Christ, the fucker has balls, I'll give him that." I stormed to the bedroom door. "He better has Layla with him if he wants to live to see another d
To Love A Bologna Β Β Β | Civil War
πππππLAYLAAntonio scoffed at my words before replying, "As my brother said the other day, we've been at war with the Morellos for years now." I turned in my seat, determined to get my point across. "If I don't go back, Mato won't stop until he's destroyed everyone I love." "But this isn't about you, Layla. It's about Daniel. About us. It's never been about you. You are just a pawn he's using to put our family in checkmate. It's Daniel they want to destroy. It's our family they want to wipe out. Even if you go back and give your life in order to stop all of this, it won't. It will never stop." "I know this war between you and the Morellos will probably never end, but I will no longer be used as a weapon to torture Daniel. You and I both know that Daniel will put himself in harm's way as long as Mato has me. Your brother will never stop, and I've been the cause of Daniel's pain for too long." I shook my head as tears welled up. "No more. No more, Antonio. I can't do it anymore
