MenaThe days after Domenico’s heart attack were somber. Thank God, he survived, but the air in the mansion had never been darker than it had been these days. It was like every bit of joy had been sucked out of its walls.Domenico had been glued to his bed, with a doctor by his side—but he was doing better. It was crazy to think that one image had pushed him over the edge, leading to a heart attack.“Why is it taking so long?” Alessio huffed, leaning against the wall as we waited in front of Domenico’s room.He had specifically asked for both of us, and said it was important. If it was only Alessio, I could understand—but now that I was in it, I began to fear the worst.It couldn’t be something small.Maybe he would tell us that the doctor had found something, and he was terminally ill.Maybe he would blame me for his heart attack and tell me it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t dropped that picture.Or maybe he would blame me for everything because everything seemed to go downhill s
MenaIn a short time, a lot had changed within the mansion. Everything had been prepared for Alessio to step into his new role, from the office to the interior to suit his taste.The Fanucci mansion, which was first led by his grandpa, then his father, was now led by him.I liked saying it that way because the words Giulia had used terrified me. In her words, it first belonged to Alessio’s grandma, then her, and now me—because the men were barely at home.“I’m going to miss my babies so much,” Giulia pouted, squeezing Naty and Melody, both crying in her arms.Before they would leave for Italy on a private jet, we had shown up with the whole family to say goodbye to them. Grandma Fanucci had already left a few days ago with a few of her daughters.“I’m going to miss you too, Mommy,” Melody hugged her. She decided to stay behind because she didn’t want to leave Naty or her brothers, and Giulia was kind enough to accept her decision.“Now, the two of you be good girls and listen to Mena,
MenaHer words stunned me, and everyone around us as we fell into complete silence. I felt a tight feeling in my chest, seeing the depth of Naty’s attachment to Alessio, and it scared me.She was just a kid. She didn’t know what she was saying. Even though I had asked him to be that figure in her life, and Domenico referred to her as Alessio’s daughter, I had never expected she would actually call him by that name.My eyes turned to Alessio as I thought of the right and careful way to tell my daughter to call him by his name. His face had turned serious, as he, without a doubt, was taken aback.“Naty, he’s not—“ I began, wanting to correct her gently, to spare us both from any awkwardness or misunderstanding.Alessio stopped me with a simple shake of his head, telling me with his eyes not to make it a big deal. Then, he turned to Naty with a big smile and gave her a fist bump. “I’ll make time for you this week, and we’ll finish that puzzle—I promise.”Naty cheered, jumping up and down
Mena“I’m sorry for what I said in the hospital,” Gian said unexpectedly. “I was angry, upset—but I should’ve never called you… that.”I held back my smile, noticing that apologizing was difficult for him. A typical Fanucci trait. But just as with Alessio, I deserved the apology.“It’s okay, and I forgive you,” I spoke, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Hopefully, everything could go back to the way it was in the beginning again.By the beginning, I meant before he gave me a nickname and all of that. Becoming besties with my brother-in-law from hell was definitely out of the question.“That’s it?” Gian tilted his head. “It’s okay, and you forgive me?”“Yep,” I confirmed, rolling my shoulders back. “It’s okay, and I forgive you.”Gian looked offended by me accepting his apology. “It’s not okay, and I hope you didn’t do this with Alessio.”I couldn’t figure out if his concern was genuine or if he had hoped for me to start a big fight so he could play the victim. “I
MenaAlessio’s hands found my hips and he pulled me closer until there wasn’t any space between us. The tip of his tongue slid across my bottom lip, then back into my mouth.I moaned, my body shivering from the bare minimum. That’s how much I wanted him.I let my arms fall around his chest, and wrapped my legs around his waist feeling how hard he had become.“Fuck,” he breathed, breaking away from the kiss. “How do you manage to look so sexy in the most ugliest color?” he looked down at my green oversized shirt.“It’s not that bad,” I replied breathlessly.“It is. Get that green thing off,” he said roughly, tugging on the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. My nipples hardened as they came in contact with the cold air.I wasn’t wearing a bra because there was no point in wearing one, not with him around at night.Alessio’s eyes darkened, looking at my exposed chest. “Take it off for me,” he pointed his head to my thong. Then he leaned back as if he was watching a show.I b
MenaI relaxed my body in the hot bath Alessio had prepared for me. He sat beside the tub, running a brush gently through my hair after washing it. It was a sweet gesture, one no one had ever done for me before.He even brought me a plate of snacks and let me rest without disturbing my peace. All his actions were completely different from the ‘heartless man’ who was out to avenge his uncle.As I rested there, my mind wandered back to the conversation we had about Anson. He was going to kill him, and I was not allowed to interfere. There was nothing about that, that had to be difficult—yet it was.I was going insane thinking about the reasons why he hadn’t shared his plans with me, and this time I had come to another conclusion. Maybe it was because I hadn’t given him any reaction when he had promised to kill him.At that time, I was too shocked to respond. Especially since those words had left his mouth so easily.Was my silence causing him doubt not to share anything with me?Did he
AlessioEver since Dad had left the country and handed over the business to me, every day had been filled with work and meetings. I had spent the whole week visiting and getting familiar with his allies.His partners, friends, politicians, the other families, and so on. There had been no time to rest, and even then, I was in deep conversation about our plans for revenge against the Baldinis.Around the table sat the heads of ten different families in total. It was the second week since we had begun discussing the problem, and after a while, I had finally made my decision. "It might seem quiet for now, but that doesn't mean it is quiet," I said. “That’s why, after hearing everyone's suggestions, I suggest we don’t waste any time—and just go straight to our target.”I locked eyes with each and every person around the table, one by one. "The wedding will be soon, and trust me, we will be there—and we’ll deal with them then."The entire East stood behind the Fanuccis. I made sure to warn
Alessio"I want you to meet up with the Baldinis, ask them for the one responsible for your Uncle’s death, and if they don’t want to give him—then we’ll go with your plan." Gustavo’s words were of no use.It would have been a failed and hopeless attempt. There was no negotiation possible with the Baldinis, especially not to ask for the head of Maxine’s fiancé.Not to mention, meeting up with the Baldinis would have been dangerous.I glanced back at my uncles, seeking their guidance. All they did was return my look with a nod, agreeing with Gustavo, although they too were certainly not eager to patch things up.Despite being the one with the final say, I respected them more than anything. They were more experienced and had never worked against me."I’ll do what you say—and I’ll get back to you at our next meeting," I said to please him. I would play his stupid game, meet up with the Baldinis, and show him there was absolutely no other option but to go to war.Gustavo smiled, satisfied