MenaAs I stood there, watching Gian and Pilar glued beside each other, reading through Liza’s letter, a knot formed in my stomach. With every line they read, I watched their faces, especially Gian’s, turn into a look of disbelief.It was silent for a good five minutes before Gian looked up. I wondered how many times he had read the letter in the hopes that the name would change. Same as I did."Did you get this from that maid? Where can I find her?" he demanded, remembering that day in the office.“No, it wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes, especially not yours,” I snapped back, aggravated. Liza didn’t want to get involved, and I wouldn’t drag her into this any further.Gian’s mouth twitched. “You can’t just come here and tell me Levi is a fed and expect me not to do anything about it,” he argued, not backing down.You know what? He was right.It still didn’t mean I was going to throw Liza under the bus.“No, we will do something about it,” I spoke, desperate to calm him down. “I ju
MenaIn the early morning, we were already heading for Towson. Pilar drove, Gian in the passenger seat, while I sat in the back, wrapped in a blanket. We had all packed a bag, just in case, but the idea was to return the same day.Luckily, Giulia agreed to watch Naty for me and had planned a spa day with the other mothers and children.Alessio and I hadn’t spoken yet, but according to Gian, he was completely fine with us going out, as long as it would be a short trip. I bet if he knew what it was really for, there wouldn’t have been a trip because he would have confronted Levi on the spot. I hadn’t closed a single eye because I couldn’t stop thinking about that letter. My worries, which were originally about Anson losing his life at the hands of Alessio, had changed into concerns about Levi betraying the family.None of us knew what we were going to find in Towson, but as of now, going there was our best option.Every now and then, I caught myself glancing at Gian through the rearview
MenaPulling into the neighborhood where Jessica lived, I couldn't ignore how clean everything looked. There were perfect houses with fences, yards, and kids' bikes on green lawns.It was both different and somewhere in between the neighborhood I used to live in and the mansion that I now call my home.“How are we going to do this?” I asked as we slowly drove by, observing the houses. “If we show up at her doorstep like some gang, we might scare her off.”I voiced my thoughts aloud, "Obviously, it would make more sense for a female to go."“I’m not letting you go on your own. I told Alessio I would watch over you,” Gian said. I was surprised but also touched by his concern."You did?""Yes, right before he left.”“That’s really nice of you,” I acknowledged with a pout. “But what other choice do we have?”Both Gian and I turned our gazes towards Pilar, who was munching on her chips. Our options were limited. I could already imagine her going up to Jessica’s door and demanding answers b
MenaSettling onto the sofa in Jessica’s house, I scanned the area with my eyes as she prepared some tea.The house was big and elegantly decorated. She seemed well-off and well put together. The floor was scattered with children's toys, and when I entered the house, I saw several portraits of the little girl I had recognized from the picture.The four-year-old daughter of Levi, or Isaac, or whatever the hell his name was.It struck me as odd and somewhat reckless for someone undercover to share such a big piece of his life. Yet, it made me wonder whether Isaac might’ve shown me because he believed if the truth would ever come out, I would be by his side. I wasn’t sure, but I did know one thing. He played me. All of us.Jessica came back with a cup in her hands, stepping over the mess. “I’m sorry for all of this, I have a four-year-old,” she explained, setting the tea down in front of me.It was nice of her, but there was no way I would be drinking that. For all I knew, Jessica was ju
MenaAt the hotel, Pilar and Gian, who were used to luxury, insisted on the best room. That’s how we ended up in the presidential suite.Despite his protests, I eventually succeeded in convincing Gian to stay in the same suite as us. He wasn’t fully recovered yet, and since he had been doing too much for my liking, I would be the one keeping an eye on him instead. His room was just on the opposite side of the living room, while Pilar and I shared a bed, which we all gathered on, the folder and its contents spread out before us.It was a good thing Gian was there because a lot of the words written in the documents were too advanced for me or Pilar to understand. As he walked us through the files, his expression darkened with each detail he clarified.The anger and frustration on Gian’s face made me a bit doubtful about my decision to involve him. I came to Pilar’s room that night because I wanted to discuss it with her. It just so happened that Gian was there at that moment, and in my
MenaI felt my blood boil. Here I was, trying to have a normal conversation, and all I got in return was an outburst. "Dude, what the fuck?" I questioned his tone. "I'm sorry for calling, and I'm sorry for caring, but someone has to do it. You haven't called or texted.""Because I'm busy!"His response felt like a slap across the face. I was also busy, yet I hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a second. "Are you okay?" I laughed in disbelief, genuinely wondering if he had lost his mind."Am I okay? I’m supposed to be asking you that question,” he breathed. "You’re calling me in the middle of the night and asking me if I’m okay?""So I can’t call you to see how you’re doing without getting yelled at like I’m some dog?" I argued."Who was yelling at you like a dog? I’m just talking.""Well, if this is your way of talking, you definitely need to work on that," I pointed out, disagreeing with his words."You know what, Mena—You’re right," Alessio spoke, defeated, but I could hear the sa
AlessioWith a focused gaze, I watched as the men counted the weapons in the trucks that had arrived. All the families were gathered, each of them being led by their own while one of my uncles led the Fanuccis in my place.Dad stood beside me, silently observing as well. We were in the Midwest, working through our strategy so we would soon be able to hit the Baldini from all angles. Not only the mansion but also the warehouses and their businesses.Based on the information from Mikael, we chose a day when their defenses would be the lowest. There would be a wedding rehearsal, and apparently, Maxine asked Leonardo for a no-weapon policy. It was a golden opportunity.“Everything looks well organized,” Dad had no choice but to acknowledge. I could sense a hint of surprise in his voice.“Because it is,” I replied, relieved everything had been going smoothly. Up to now, Dad respected my leadership and stood back to let me take charge. However, I couldn’t help but wonder how long that would
Alessio"What makes you say that?" I asked, my tone cold as I tried to draw a clear line."The way they're all looking at you, serving you drinks," she replied, her hand on my thigh. With every inch she moved closer, her hand slowly traveled up. "Now, how about I take you to a private room?"Images of Mena filled my mind—and the promise I had made. When it came to relationships, others had low expectations for me. That’s the reason why I had set high expectations for myself. What we had was real, and no amount of pussy was worth risking that. None.With a firm grasp, I wrapped my hand around the stripper's wrist and gently pushed her away. Her mouth was slightly parted, eyes shocked as I denied her advances. "Get lost."She was frozen in her spot and did not move a muscle—so I did. I rose from my seat and walked off, carrying my drink in my hand, instantly feeling dizzy. After a few drinks too many, the alcohol began to hit me. Wanting some air, I fought to make my way through the lou