I left no stone unturned in Dante's house after my discovery of his well hidden plans. The whole place was a mess but I didn't care since I knew the housekeeper would be visiting us the next day. It wasn't easy to find anything but the each paper I managed to get my hands on, only fuelled my conviction that my husband was up to no good. I kept all of them in my bag because I still wanted them as leverage against him in case he got on my bad side. I reached out to one of my undercover associates in order to find out what I needed to get a possible divorce approved and she promised to help me with it. When I was done with all my tasks, I started searching for Pedro until I found him in a corner of the hallway curled up on the rug. We hadn't really talked to each other since our big fight so I knew that his behavior was not really surprising. I approached him and tapped his little back gently to wake him up. "Pedro darling, go to your room and sleep. You will fall sick if you catch a co
Dante's right hand man was frozen stiff with shock when he finally recognized me but he still didn't bulge from his spot. Just when I was already entertaining the idea of knocking some sense into him, Dante's weak but firm voice finally issued a command. "Rio, let her come in."I released a nasty smirk to Rio as he shifted aside to let me pass through and then I took advantage of our positions to slam the door to his face before he could come in. He released a string of Italian curses at the other end of the door which I ignored and surveyed my surroundings. The room was arranged as an infirmary with several beds placed horizontally beside each other with the heavy smell of disinfectants and medicine. I walked deep into the room until I found Dante lying on the bed with several stained bandages around his abdomen. "Marcella? What are you doing here?" Dante furrowed his face in slight confusion as he tried to stand up but only managed to leaned halfway on the headboard. "I brought th
"Stop there, Dante D'Angelo!" I scream on top of my lungs but even that was barely enough to get him to halt his steps so I walked up to him and grabbed his arm in a tight grip. I growl at him angrily. "I told you to stop!""I have already made my decision, Marcella!" He ripped his arm away from me but didn't take another step as both of us stare at each other, our harsh breaths mingling together in silence as tension sizzled between us. I struggle not to cry because of this cursed day. Because that's what it is. The lights suddenly went off in our penthouse so we were covered in darkness right now but what's the plan worst is the series of unlucky events that had been happening today before this moment. I try to voice my strength into my voice as I look at him but all we both hear is the pleading in my heart. "Don't do this, Dante. Please."Dante's hard gaze falters with conflict when he tries his best not to pull me into his arms. He always does that when I am distressed but this t
Three years later...I walk into the club at night, nodding that the bouncers who paid their respects to me. The place is lit and filled as it should be with the loud booming sounds echoing through my ears. Everyone around me and my guards are dancing and gyrating their bodies against each other but I pay no attention to them as I walk by, my clear destination is heading towards that black door that is far within my sights. One of my men opens the door for me and a man with blonde hair approached me and bows his head slightly and I nod in response. On a normal day, I would be smiling with Frederico, my second-in-command but tonight was not a night for pleasantries and he knew it. "Where is he?"Frederico tipped his chin to the direction of our prisoner and takes a step back. I grab the chair that is offered to me and then I sit opposite my prisoner. "Emiliano, you have some explaining to do. Where is my money?"My prisoner tries to open his swollen eyes as his whole face is a bloody
My eyes widens at his audacity. Even though the War Lords and Diff’rent Strokes have been enemies for three years, there had rarely been any fights between us despite our Bosses's bloodthirsty lust.We have always avoided bloodshed no matter what but Dante just shot my solider without blinking. I raise my gun and shoot at his right hand man in retaliation and then all hell lets loose. I see some of my men fall behind me and I know that this time both sides will suffer tonight. This was all his fault. I stay calm and duck to avoid some bullets as I switch to a new location. At some point, someone from my side cleverly shoots at the street light next to us and then everything went pitch black but I had already see him sneaking over to the other side to retrieve our goods. I hear Dante release a string of Italian curses when he realizes what we have done but I take advantage of his distraction and aim at him. He manages to dodge the bullet but I know that it must have hit another par
A few minutes later, when I come out of my uncle's study and begin to descend the stairs, my ears perk up at a woman's faint groan of pain from a distance so I stop halfway. My hand trembles sightly at the knowledge that a pitiful female was getting beaten up by her husband but there is nothing I can do to help. This was the sad fate of any woman connected to the Mafia. This was the reason I struggled to be inducted as a Made Man. It wasn't ideal for a woman to be a Capo anywhere but there were two rare cases in my Costa Nostra, mine and the Boss's grandmother. Her bravery gave me the strength and courage to fight for a better life and I succeeded. I was now untouchable and feared by any man in this region. I snap out of my deep thoughts when I hear another sound so I descend down the stairs and see my friend on the floor. My eyes widen at the pool of blood beside her as she curls herself in a defensive position on the white-tiled floor. I immediately run to her side to check on he
Two weeks later, I finally recieved the details of my next mission. According to my Underboss, I was to hunt down Gavino, one of our main suppliers who sold us some fake weapons for a large sum of money and then went underground. Apparently, the Boss of Diff'rent Strokes was not happy about his betrayal and wanted him dead as possible. The only problem is that everyone under my command knew that old man, Gavino and no one was happy to receive this order. He had been serving us loyally for years and had never cheated anyone before. This whole stuff smelled fishy to me so I decided to do some of my own private investigation. If he was innocent, I could take him back to the Underboss and prove his case but if he really was guilty, then I would have no choice but to end him myself.During twilight, my men and I go to his workplace first where his men unsuspectingly continue their jobs, not knowing what that their boss just offended a very dangerous mafia and had just run away. They would
When we returned back to Diff’rent Strokes territory, it took the convicting of my second-in-command and everything in me not to put a bullet in Davide's head. He was my cousin but I was higher than him in rank so it was very disrespectful for him to call such a shot in the presence of my men. He had always wanted to outdo me since we were little but it seemed like his plan didn't work out so he thought that he could use my uncle's authority to suppress me. That's why I was hoping that our Underboss, Vincenzo Corsi was finally going to grant my wish of ending this bastard's life this time because it seemed like he was totally pissed by the sudden change of plans. We were both summoned to his office where we stood in the tense atmosphere that seemed to chill under Vincenzo's dark gaze. He stared at Davide. "Who did you say sent you to kill Gavino?"Davide couldn't even lift his eyes as he looked down on the floor with his tail between his legs. "I-It was m-my father. H-He said t-that
Dante's right hand man was frozen stiff with shock when he finally recognized me but he still didn't bulge from his spot. Just when I was already entertaining the idea of knocking some sense into him, Dante's weak but firm voice finally issued a command. "Rio, let her come in."I released a nasty smirk to Rio as he shifted aside to let me pass through and then I took advantage of our positions to slam the door to his face before he could come in. He released a string of Italian curses at the other end of the door which I ignored and surveyed my surroundings. The room was arranged as an infirmary with several beds placed horizontally beside each other with the heavy smell of disinfectants and medicine. I walked deep into the room until I found Dante lying on the bed with several stained bandages around his abdomen. "Marcella? What are you doing here?" Dante furrowed his face in slight confusion as he tried to stand up but only managed to leaned halfway on the headboard. "I brought th
I left no stone unturned in Dante's house after my discovery of his well hidden plans. The whole place was a mess but I didn't care since I knew the housekeeper would be visiting us the next day. It wasn't easy to find anything but the each paper I managed to get my hands on, only fuelled my conviction that my husband was up to no good. I kept all of them in my bag because I still wanted them as leverage against him in case he got on my bad side. I reached out to one of my undercover associates in order to find out what I needed to get a possible divorce approved and she promised to help me with it. When I was done with all my tasks, I started searching for Pedro until I found him in a corner of the hallway curled up on the rug. We hadn't really talked to each other since our big fight so I knew that his behavior was not really surprising. I approached him and tapped his little back gently to wake him up. "Pedro darling, go to your room and sleep. You will fall sick if you catch a co
Unfortunately, my plans to leave Dante didn't work out because of Pedro's refusal to co-operate. My greatest fear had finally come through seeing my little boy unwilling to leave his father behind. I was at the end of my patience after going through such a stressful fight with Dante so I put on my most sternest face to order my son. "Pedro, I am serious. Get up from the floor right now!"My voice was like a whiplash that made him flinch but he stubbornly laid on the floor like a ball and started wailing. I released a string of Italian curses that I wouldn't have let him hear on a normal day. At the end, I gave up on the idea knowing that my husband was right. I had no where to go and I couldn't risk Pedro's life when I still hadn't caught the person who was trying to kill me. The following days of the week passed without Dante's return after our argument. At first, I was very pleased that he wasn't here to anger me but the feelings soon changed to panic and then anger and resentment.
The next days in California was like a dream to me, the dream that I had always wanted since the day I married Dante. Ever since our reconcilation, he would come back home early to see Pedro and then we would spend some time talking to each other. We both never crossed the invisible boundary set and only ventured into light hearted topics as we laughed over the simple things about life.I found myself slipping deeper into the illusion that was created to myself when I asked him to come share the bedroom with me. He seemed very conflicted about my request so I had no choice but to explain. "I just don't want you to keep sleeping in the living room since it might be very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not that hard to share a bed, right?"Dante didn't respond immediately but I could feel the pressure from his inscrutable eyes so I bit my lips while looking away to stare at the wall. The silence in the room had become a bit ambiguous with me debating internally if it was still possible for
Dante still came by the next day when I was playing with Pedro to give us some food. My son was so happy to see his father again but I was more annoyed than ever seeing him smile so warmly in front of the child he rejected. I wanted to throw the fact in front of his face at the moment but I also didn't want to ruin this moment for my son so I kept my mouth shut and continued to give him the death stare. I vaguely heard him whisper to my son. "Should we really get that for your mother? Wanna come along?"Seeing Pedro nodding so enthusiastically only heightened my suspicions so I broke out in a coughing fit and reached for my son. "Pedro, where are you going? Come and hug your sick mother, love..."I spotted Dante's eyebrow twitch as if he was holding back his laughter but I didn't care. I was never going to allow him take my son anywhere without my company especially in my vulnerable state. California territory, this wasn't a place I could protect him. Pedro's warm and soft body mushe
I dreamt about my parents this time. I could see them fighting again but maybe, it was a one side beating like it had always been with my mother at the receiving end. I could hear their voices screaming at each other while I hid in the corner quietly praying that my uncle wouldn't come and make matters worse. Our houses were not far from each other and my father listened to him too much, hearing him preach absurd things like how a woman in the mafia is meant to attend to her man's needs all the time and worship him like a god......My mother returns to me later and tries to check up on me but the first thing I noticed is the change of clothes she had from a short or transparent one to a long, opaque shirt. Her face looks just fine but that's only because for some reason, my father didn't want his only child to find out he was beating his wife so he never hurt her in obvious places that could be seen. I want to touch her but I am afraid of hurting her so I continue to wrap my tiny han
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and the door suddenly opened as Aurelio stepped into the room. I had been waiting for him to stop by and he came to me with a brooding face like I had predicted. He tucked his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced over my body. "Frederico just told me that you woke up so I came to take a look. How are you?" "You are very smart for keeping your distance from me, Aurelio." A small smile reached by lips as I stared at him through the window glasses. My hands gripped the fruit knife that I got in the afternoon, my eyes following his every move as he sat on a couch opposite my bed. "You have a lot of nerve coming here after what you did. How could you kill all those girls?"He seemed to have realized just bad the situation was at the moment because at this point, he becomes very somber in front of me. All his bravado had disappeared in front of my fury. He replied to me in a quiet voice. "Marcella, please allow me to explain...""There i
"You promised me that you would listen to my orders." My gaze hardens on him as he continues to point his gun on a young woman who is currently curling in a corner with fright. The last thing I need is for him to go back on his words that's why I was being so nice to him these last few hours. Our eyes meet as I convey my resolve in my words as if they are a command. "Aurelio, I want them alive."Aurelio seems to waver a bit, lowering his gun and angle lower from the girl's head. I can see his confliction in his voice as he sighs a bit. "You know that there is nothing I can do about it. My orders were to kill on sight.""You had your men follow us?" I arch my eyebrow at him but he mistakes it for anger and retreats a little upon hearing my tone. I smile a little as I now realize that he was probably using me the same way I was using him. "You are really something else, Bloodthirst.""Anything less would make me unworthy of being a Capo of Diff’rent Strokes." He returns my smile with on
My soldiers and I were no longer disturbed by Aurelio's unit after the incident. We both managed to keep the little fight we had from leaking out of our territories because we didn't want the Underboss to find out about it. We kept looking for the girls in places that we would find them but those ones were smart enough not to leave any traces behind. When I had just come out from one of my warehouses in the evening, I saw a familiar figure waiting in front his car at the parking lot. Frederico who had also seen the guy immediately brought out his gun but I stopped him with my hand and said. "Let's not cause any bloodshed today, I will go and talk to him. You can go ahead without me. "Frederico was a bit hesitant to leave but at the end, he nodded his head as he withdrew his gun and tucked it back to his pocket. "Yes, Capo. I will go now."I watched him walk away before I approached the car that was waiting for me and said. "I thought I told you not to follow me, Aurelio. What are yo