MenaWaking up in Alessio's arms felt as comfortable as I remembered. It had been a long time since I had done that, and now I knew to cherish this feeling.He was still asleep, which was unusual for him. Alessio was an early bird. He must’ve been really exhausted with everything going on. His ability to sleep despite the stress surprised me because he was the type who usually couldn't rest if something was bothering him.Smiling softly, I gently drew circles on his chest with my finger. Despite everything that had happened, we made sure to have a proper reunion last night. I had missed his touch, the way he made me feel—everything.It was something we both needed before we would dive any deeper into this Isaac hole.Afterwards we talked for a long time. I told him about everything regarding my trip to Towson—how I visited Isaac’s ex-wife and what she had told me. I could tell it was tough for Alessio to hear all this. He tried to keep calm, to hide his emotions, but I could see he wa
Alessio“Daddy!”Naty’s voice filled the halls as she burst through the door, Melody and Mom trailing behind her. She ran into my arms, and I scooped her up before twirling her around in a big hug. As always, she greeted me with cheerful giggles. I had a fucked-up day yesterday, the days before that, and today would be no different—but if there was someone who managed to make me smile, it was her.“Hey!” Mena laughed beside me, playfully snatching Naty from my arms. “You mean, Mommy!” she corrected her with a grin.“Yes, Mommy!” Naty planted kisses on her cheek. Watching them together did something to my heart, and knowing we would soon have a new addition to our family felt like a blessing.I greeted Mom and Melody with the same energy, but soon after, my spirits sank. How could they not when the one I had referred to as a brother turned out to be a fed?“Where’s your dad?” Mom asked, pulling me back from my thoughts."He wanted to visit Stefano’s grave one last time," I told her. He
AlessioDante inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, his usually sweet expression hardening. "Are you fucking with me?" he asked, waiting for the part where I would tell him it’s a joke—but it never came."Gian’s little trip was to collect evidence. Mena has a whole folder and everything, so even if I want to deny it…""You can’t," Dante finished for me.It was silent for a moment as I thought about how far Gian and Mena had gone to gather evidence. I figured they must have done it because Gian knew how highly I thought of Levi—or Isaac. I had really put him on a high pedestal, and had always been good to him. I respected him so much, both Gian and Mena thought I would’ve believed his word over theirs—but I would’ve never done that.They could’ve told me without any evidence, and I would’ve believed them—because they meant more to me than they could ever think.Although I wasn’t the best in expressing my feelings to them, my brothers meant the world to me."Does Dad know?" Dante asked,
AlessioI looked at Donni, not knowing where to begin. We had gathered in the basement. Dante, Mena, and Pilar were also present—and I could sense Donni’s nerves as all eyes were on him. Everyone else in the room knew what was going to happen and were probably anticipating his reaction as much as I had. They were all aware of how close Donni had been to Isaac.Gian had already left on a three-day errand with him. If anything, he deserved a gold medal for being able to spend any more time with that con artist. Personally, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it.“Do I have something on my face or…?” Donni’s eyes moved side to side."Donni, I’m going to tell you something—and I need you to promise that this basement will stay intact.”Mena let out a small chuckle, probably remembering the state I had left our room in after reading through those papers. I had been a wreck."Is that the reason why all of you are looking so pale?" Donni joked, trying to lighten the mood, but his voice betra
MenaSmiling at the sight, I looked down at Alessio as he rested his head gently on my stomach. We were lounging on the sofa in the living room. Other than the sound of nature coming through the open windows, it was completely silent.His eyes were closed, but I could hear the sound of his breaths. We had just come back from the doctor’s office to confirm the pregnancy. He had made me an appointment with the family doctor because according to him that was the only person capable of taking good care of me and the baby.I was only four weeks pregnant, and it felt surreal. There was a tiny new life growing inside of me, and Alessio accepted it without a single complaint. It was a feeling I had never experienced before.My fingers found their way through Alessio’s hair as I cherished our moment for as long as I could. It amazed me how much calmer he seemed whenever his focus turned to our baby—but as soon as his mind wandered away, his expression would tighten.All he wanted was to get to
MenaMy eyes turned to Domenico who slammed his arm around Giulia’s waist to pull her closer. “If you start crying now—““Wait, before I freak out,” Giulia slammed her hand over her mouth, her eyes watery. “Are you sure?” she looked at me.Was she really this upset?"Y-Yes?”Suddenly, Giulia burst into tears and began sobbing. Domenico chuckled and wrapped his arms around his wife, his gaze meeting mine. “That’s good news, congratulations!”A relieved breath escaped from my lips.She wasn’t upset, just overwhelmed in a good way.Alessio got up from the sofa and rushed to his Mom. He held her close as he gently wiped away her tears. “Why are you always overreacting?”"Because I thought I would die before I would make it to this day," Giulia joked through her tears, causing Alessio to scoff with a chuckle. After wiping her tears, she pushed both Alessio and Domenico aside to get to me.“Come here, give me a hug,” she beckoned, pulling me from the sofa.Not having that much of a choice,
Alessio“Back in my days, we didn’t have all those privileges you and your brothers have,” Dad dipped his brush into the blue paint. “The three of you have been spoiled your entire lives.”“Then I’m glad I’m not from your days.”It was funny to see how Melody was never a topic in these conversations. Compared to her, we were raised quite humbly. I can’t remember me or my brothers having multiple horses at her age.Dad had found himself a new hobby, refurbishing old cabinets and bringing them back to his aunts. Unfortunately, Dante and I had become unwilling helpers in this project.This morning Dante had managed to escape him, but I took one for the team and decided to help him.It was mostly to kill some time as I waited for Gian’s text. He was already on his way back and would meet us halfway as discussed. There we would trap Isaac and take him to one of the empty warehouses.“Have you already thought about the question I asked you yesterday?”I thought about his unexpected question
Alessio“I need you to tell me, when it comes down to it—will you choose us or her?”I stood rooted to the spot. How could he ask me to choose between Mena and my family, when they were both my family?Mena was carrying our baby. A Fanucci.“I will do the same as I did when she begged me to spare Anson’s life,” my jaw clenched as I recalled her desperate pleas for his life. “I will do what’s best for this family—so don’t you worry about me.”"But it’s not you I’m worried about," Dad argued. "It’s her and her loyalty. She’s so good, too innocent,” he shook his head slightly.I understood his worries. Mena’s kindness was part of what made her so special, and the reason I fell in love with her. It was because she was so different, but in our world those traits were seen as a vulnerability.“I don’t want to have this conversation,” I stated, looking the other way. “I thought you liked her, I thought we all liked her,” I said. “Not that I care—because I’m the only one that has to like her.