Fifteen“I want you to come with me,” said Donatello.I couldn’t wrap my mind around the news that he had told me. How had he been my father this whole time? I suppose it explained why I could never seem to escape the underground. I was exactly like Laura. A mafia princess. I didn’t like thinking about that idea.At least, when I had thought The Fixer was my father, he had been someone from the outside.“But…the man that I thought was my father…”“He’s your uncle,” Donatello said, “he stopped working for the mob a long time ago. He went freelance because he didn’t want to be associated with our family. I cleaned up the business a lot. It took time and he was part of that.”“What about the woman I thought was my mother?” I asked.Donatello walked over to the kitchen table and sat down without being asked. He gestured for me to sit down next to him. I did as told, the same way I always did for as long as he had been in my life. He was the kind of figure that you simply didn’t say no to.
Sixteen“This is your security guard.” I looked from my father, Donatello, to the ‘security guard’ standing in front of me. It wasn’t Cesare. No, he would never stoop so low to be a security guard. He was a business man. He had to be the top dog. The president of the frat or CEO or whatever it was. But Galileo, his brother, was used to being second. He was okay with standing in his brother’s shadow. Especially if it meant tormenting the girl that his brother was in love with. I glared at Galileo, then back at my father. “No. I don’t like this.” “Then, you’ve got to marry Cesare.” I stiffened. I glanced back at Galileo. “Did your brother put you up to this?” Galileo smirked. “I was offered a job that paid better than the one that I had. I took it. It just so happens to put me in my brothers favor.” I glared at him. “You and your brother both suck.” He laughed. Then he glanced at Donatello. “You were rig
Seventeen Laura glared at her brother who was standing outside of the apartment. She then turned to look at me. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like this.” I sighed. “This is my punishment for not marrying your brother.” She raised an eyebrow. “My other brother is your punishment for not marrying your brother?” I nodded. “My father, who oh yeah is alive, and is the man I thought was my uncle, has decided that he wants me to come forward as his daughter. He said that I either had to marry your brother, who he’s been working for years with in Italy, or have a security guard. Galileo somehow got offered the job.” Laura made a face. “Gali!” Her brother came into the apartment. “You know I work for her and not for you, right?” “I know,” said Laura, “I still have questions. Why have you suddenly decided to become my best friend’s bodyguard?” Galileo looked me up and down, and licked hi
EighteenIt was bad enough having one Luna brother to deal with. Having both of them around was an absolute nightmare. Cesare had suddenly decided that he needed to spend as much time with Laura as possible. He was always at the apartment. Fixing a bookcase that didn’t need fixing. Moving in random furniture, half-shirtless, when I knew full well that he had enough money to hire someone to do it. Hell, that Laura definitely could have paid for on her own.He lurked.He lurked at the college around my classes. He lurked at the coffee shop that I went to. If we happened to brush past each other in the hallway, he found any excuse that he possibly could to touch my hand. Or an arm. My cheek. My ass.If he even so much as grazed me, my whole world lit up in colors that I hadn’t seen before. It was as if I had only been painting in muted colors my whole life, only to have everything be in neon.Bright. Colorful. And loud. My heart raced, my cheeks flushe
Nineteen The brothers weren’t only haunting my waking hours. They were haunting my sleeping hours. Mostly, when I dreamed, I dreamed of Cesare. I wish I could explain why he was the one haunting my thoughts when I knew how dangerous he was. Not that either brother was exactly a kitten, but there was something about Cesare that I had never been able to shake. Even after I had slept with him, and failed at killing him, I would have been lying if I said that I hadn’t thought of him since then. It was hard not to. I had had his daughter. I had imagined telling him thousands of times over the years. Sometimes, he took me in his arms, kissed me, and told me that we were going to be a family together. Other times, he pointed a gun to my head. In my darkest moments, he was doing all of the things that I wanted him to do. He would pin me up against the wall of my apartment, pull off my pants, my underwear, and then he would rip his own off and thrust his coc
Twenty The charity event that Donatello was forcing me to go with him to was for inner city youth. He dropped off a dress for me to wear, and picked me up at my apartment. “Are you ready to go?” he asked when I came out wearing it. “I’m ready,” I said, “but I hate this dress.” The dress was red, extremely low-cut, and the black heels that I was wearing were already killing my feet. “You look beautiful.” Donatello took my arm and kissed me on both cheeks. I still wasn’t sure what I thought of my father yet. I knew I had barely liked him when I thought of him as my uncle. He had wanted to control everything that I did. Now that I knew the truth, that Donatello was my real father, it was even harder to like him. “I feel like I’m faking.” “You won’t be after tonight. After tonight, everyone will know that you are a Vitore. You won’t believe the kind of doors that will open up for you. Who knows? If you play your cards right, you
Twenty-one: Inside, I was surprised by the amount of important people I saw at the event. People for business, a few pop stars, and a lot of actors. Not to mention a couple of people I was sure were famous for something judging by the amount of gossip surrounding them and people taking their pictures. Influencers, maybe? Donatello kept on having people come up to him and he kept on introducing me as his daughter. I ignored most of the conversations and hoped that Danny Fox would make an appearance again. “Emmilia?” I heard someone call my name from across the room. I had been about to stuff a mushroom cheese puff into my mouth from one of the caterers wait staff when it happened. I paused, certain that I must have been mistaken about who the voice was. Because at that moment, it sounded to me like Nikos Balis. Vicky Marino, the woman I believed to be my mother, had told me that he was alive. But when Donatello appeared and to
Twenty-two: The rest of the night was long. By the time I got home, I felt like every future I had imagined for myself had been taken away from me. If I didn’t listen to my father, I was never going to get my daughter back. But now that I’d said no to Cesare, who was he going to have me marry? I didn’t know. I didn’t like the idea of Donatello picking my future husband. If he had it his way, he would pick someone that wouldn’t let me do anything. There was only one person that could save me from this. Unfortunately, he was also someone my father liked. That was a small problem. However, I had something that tied me to him in a way that nobody else did. I had Cesare’s daughter. I wasn’t sure if Cesare would still want me if I told him the truth, but I found myself relieved when Cesare was at the apartment. He was at the kitchen counter, having a cup of coffee with his sister. Laura and Cesare both looked up when I entered.
Fifty-nine: Cesara Luna There were too many people in Boston that knew who I was. But Marco had places that he could take me where people wouldn’t know. “Your family is mob, right?” I said. I didn’t use that word often. I always said ‘underground’ as though that somehow made it less frightening, less of a cliché. But that’s what we both were. Marco nodded. We were sitting at a bar called Allegra’s. It had been owned by the Allegra family, the same one that Giana----or Maria----depending on who were talking to, belonged to. “I’m a cousin. I think. Maybe a brother. Our parents were never very clear, and they did have a weird history together. Either way, we’ve known each other since we were little. Went to the same schools and everything. I made my bones when I was sixteen working for her father. Her father was trying to make his empire expand, and so he arranged a marriage for Maria to the Vitore family. But Maria always had a mind of her own and she ended up
Fifty-eight:Emmilia Vitore I had no cell phone. I had no purse. When I left, the guards didn’t even follow me. Vera seemed to scare even them. I should have known she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. To survive in our world, you couldn’t be a wilting flower. You had to be as dangerous as the men in it. Vera had killed her own husband. I had no doubt that she would try and kill me if I didn’t leave. At least if I were alive, I could try to get Tori away later. I didn’t want to leave. But I didn’t want her to witness my death either. Vera had already killed her husband. I had no doubt that she would try and kill me. I went to the only place that I could think of where I would be safe. Victoria Mariano’s house. The woman I had thought was my mother…. I had no way to get there but walk. As I walked, I couldn’t help but feel the rage that was coursing through me. Everything had been taken once again. A ca
Fifty-seven:Cesare Luna “Pull over!” I demanded. Marco looked at me. “We’ve got to get to Las Vegas. We’re on a time crunch.” “Pull the fuck over!” I demanded. My uncle had told me the last thing that I wanted to hear. “Get out!” I shouted to my uncle. He got out and I did too. I took my gun out of the back of my pants and pointed it it at him. Uncle Augustus laughed. “Are you going to shoot an unarmed man?” “Why not?” I said. “It’s exactly the kind of thing that you would do.” “Ah, but you pride yourself on not being like me. You’re the next generation. You always told your mother that you were going to be better than me. You wouldn’t want to fail your mother, would you? Although, you’ve already failed because you fell for the daughter of the whore that ruined your parent’s marriage.” I thought of Emmilia. I hadn’t noticed that there was a resemblance between her and Maria. But I did re
Fifty-six:Emmilia Vitore I couldn’t help but stare at Vera. “What do you mean, you know my mother? Do you mean the woman that raised me? Victoria?” Vera shook her head. “No, I’m talking about her sister. Victoria’s your aunt. She helped take care of you while your mother was in hiding.” “How do you know her?” She looked away from me. “The hardest part about growing up is realizing that your parents had whole lives before you. That maybe you haven’t known every version of them that you’ve ever been. But you must know…I didn’t have a choice.” “Didn’t have a choice in what?” “Octavious liked to tell our story like he was the greatest romantic of a century. It wasn’t romantic. I was forced to marry someone else. Octavious knew him and he became obsessed with me. He seduced me away from him. But there was a time where I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him. Even when I did finally marry him, I still harbored that. And of cou
Fifty-five:Cesare Luna I made the call I didn’t want to make. My family was planning my funeral, and I went to the New York state prison. I waited outside and a pair of guards brought out my uncle. He was almost an exact replica of my father. It was strange, like watching a clone come out. Marco, who had come with me, shivered a bit. “Why the fuck are we getting the worst man in the mob out of prison?” “Because, he knows where Emmilia’s mother is. And Emmilia’s mother is the one woman who is part of a family that is powerful enough that they can help take on my brother.” “Why haven’t you just asked me?” Marco said. “Are you really going to tell me where she is?” Marco shook his head. “No, because I’m more scared of her and her family then I am of you.” “See? That’s why I need the evil bastard. So that we can find her and help Emmilia. We haven’t been able to find The Fixer, and this is our last resort. Also, I’m starting
Fifty-four:Emmilia Vitore He had finally left me alone. I still had security guards with me. But he didn’t make me sleep in his bed when he realized I couldn’t remember what was happening. I stayed in a room with Tori. Galileo went to work on trying to find out what had happened with his father. On our third day back in the city, there was a knock on the door. “Emmilia? Are you there?” I recognized the voice. It was Vera, Galileo’s mother. I had been with Tori in the kitchen. I had made us sandwiches and drinks. We were sitting at the counter. “Who is that, Mommy?” Tori asked. I got up from the counter. “Give me a moment, honey. Stay right there.” I went to the door. “Vera, is that you?” “Yes,” she said, “can you open the door please? I don’t have a key and the security guards won’t open it for me. Which is ridiculous, because I’m Galileo’s mother.” “I would like to see her. She’s my daughter’s grandmother. Please, let her in.” I wa
Fifty-three:Cesare Luna “What happened?” I asked Laura when she got back. We were back home, in Boston. I needed to find Emmilia’s father and it was hard to do that when I was supposed to be dead. Laura was doing my errands for me. I had to stay in the house, like a ghost. It was horrible, especially when I should have been going after my brother to get my girl back. Emmilia wasn’t his. He was using her to try and take over the family fortune because my daughter was the heir to the Luna fortune. That was the only reason he wanted her. He didn’t care about her at all. But I was in love with Emmilia, and when I got her back, I would do whatever it took to make her mine. Laura’s face was drawn as if she had seen something terrible. “Cesare, you aren’t going to like what I saw.” “What did you see?” “Emmilia knows that you’re dead, but she…” “But what?” I asked. “She thinks th
Fifty-Two:Emmilia Vitore Galileo had to give me his cell phone. Mine had long since been taken from me. There was also no way that he would give me one. He couldn’t have me calling someone that would help me. But Nikos Balis and I had once had something special. He had tried to kill my father and that had been the end of our relationship. If it hadn’t been for that though, we might have still been together. He was incredibly possessive. If I could figure out a way to let Nikos know what was happening, maybe I could get away from Galileo. But I had to do it in a way that would let him know that there was something wrong without alerting Galileo about it. If Galileo knew that I was trying to get away, he would kill Nikos. I couldn’t have another person’s blood on my hands. “Call him,” Galileo said. “What do I say?” I asked. “Tell him that you’re worried because you’ve been hearing rumors about Cesare being dead. Te
Fifty-one:Cesare Luna “Are you sure you need to save her?” Laura asked me this as we were driving back to Boston. I looked at her. “Why would you ask that?” “I mean, as much as you hate to hear this, it is possible that she did fall in love with Galileo and they decided to get married. Besides, you always talk about how she was trying to kill you. You were hired to kill her first, even though you like to pretend that wasn’t the case.” I glared at my sister. “She’s not in love with Galileo. That’s not something she would ever do willingly.” “How do you know?” Laura said. “I mean, you never really saw the two of them together. I lived in the same apartment as her. I saw them. They had a certain something. I don’t think that Emmilia ever acted on it, but there was a chemistry between them. Maybe Emmilia didn’t want to marry you because she still hated you. She didn’t like that she was being forced into the wife role by her uncl