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.
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