Alessandro's POV"What the hell did you just say to me?" I yelled, pushing myself off the chair as it clattered to the ground noisily. "I–I, She's, I–" The guard stammered, making me more irate as I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall."I'll give you one more chance to talk and if you don't, I'll kill you," I said in a menacing tone before releasing my hold on his neck and watching him crumple to the floor, coughing."Where's Gianna, my wife?" I asked again."She's missing." It felt as if my whole world had come crashing down on me. I was so close, so close to actualizing my dream so why did this have to happen at this point? "We've searched the grounds and we've managed to track the car she escaped into the airport but there's no CCTV footage of her ever getting into the airport and her name isn't on any flight list. We've run multiple checks into possible aliases she might used, but we've come up with nothing. Her phone was found inside the car and her mess
Alessandro's POVIt's been a week since Gianna left and we've searched virtually everywhere she's ever been to and reached out to nearly everyone she's connected to here in the United States but we haven't managed to find her just yet. My best guess was that she had left the country or worse. Yoda had pleaded with me to refrain from any negative thoughts but I knew better than to leave any angle exposed anymore. I had to prepare myself for the worst-case scenario and that was it.The board meetings that my half-brother had incited ended with me putting a gun inside his mouth and threatening to kill him and every member of his family if he ever dared to use this situation to make his move for my crown ever again. He'd been the number one name on my suspect list but after a thorough investigation, he was found clean and I moved on to the next target–Lydia. She'd somehow gotten news that I was about to hold her hostage and she managed to leave the house amidst the commotion. It wasn'
Alessandro’s POVIt’s been a year since Gianna ran away after the mess that Lydia had created and so much had happened between that incident and now. I had believed that it would be easier to find her with the contacts I have all over the world but I couldn’t have been more wrong. We had scoured the country hoping to find her wherever she might be but our search was fruitless. I hated the dilemma we were having to deal with, news about Gianna’s disappearance was beginning to circulate and I didn’t know how long I could keep it hidden, and being in the spotlight for the wrong reasons made me incensed. A solution would have to be found as soon as possible or I would end up losing everything I’ve ever worked for. My mafia was one of the most powerful ones in the country, we thrived and excelled beyond our wildest dreams and we were the envy of many others who sought to emulate our feats but the cracks were beginning to show. I couldn’t help but reminisce to one of the last times I ha
Alessandro’s POV“So what? You’re going to cajole Gianna and blind her with lavish gifts to win her over once again and you think that’s going to work after what happened between the both of you last time around?” “If that is what it would take, I’m willing to go the extra mile to make it happen. I need her back and I must get her back.”I waited for Yoda to speak but he remained silent. “You don’t approve of my decision. Is that it?” I asked Yoda after a long period of silence.“You’re my mafia Lord, Don Alessandro,” He replied. “I am bound by duty and honor to accept your decree.” “I don’t need any of this nonsensical stuff right now.” I glared at him. “I’m asking you, brother to brother. Tell me what you think of my decision.”“What I said remains true. I can only hope that you don’t end up regretting going down this route.” Yoda answered. I nodded, eager to see to the end of this discussion. “What brings you here? You made mention of something concerning Gianna that requires
I didn’t just task the investigator I hired to find Gianna, I also ordered him to report everything he could learn or discover about everything that has happened in her life ever since the night she disappeared.I wanted to know who I was coming up against, going into a new state unprepared would be folly and to their detriment. My biggest concern was the information I got about the man Gianna was supposedly working for, it was reported that he was a seasoned war hero. He didn’t shy away from conflict, he faced them head-on no matter the circumstances levied before him. If diplomacy failed to resolve the problem at hand, there was every possibility that war would be the next logical move and I was going to relish going up against a manlike Ethan. Before we left home, I sent out spies all over to report any news of an ambush as soon as we landed. I would hate to be blindsided and if anything I’ve read happened to be true, Ethan was besotted with Gianna and love could make a man do un
Alessandro’s POVI woke up with a jolt, panting heavily as I rubbed my eyes trying to steady myself after the dream I just had. This wasn’t the first time I was having a dream concerning myself, Gianna, and a third party I’ve never figured out but I had never had one as intense as this. I wasn’t a superstitious person but what I’ve learned from my own experiences was that my dreams often came to pass if caution wasn’t taken. A war was coming, a small part of me had always believed it would come to this but now that I had dreamt of it, I fervently believed in the possibility now. I sighed, pushing myself off the bed as I walked towards the corridor. A breath of fresh air would do me good. I stepped into the corridor and walked towards the railings overlooking most of the city. Manhattan was a beautiful sight to behold and I would love to spend a week here on vacation when all of this blows over. “You can’t sleep too?” Yoda’s voice jolted me out of reverie. I blinked for a moment
Six months ago“Here’s a cup of milkshake to thank you for covering my shift tonight, Gianna.” I grinned from ear to ear as she pushed the cup towards me. I reluctantly accepted with a long sigh, grateful to be heading home after working a double-shift for the fourth time in a week. I waved Emma goodbye before starting my long journey home. I couldn’t afford to use the subway because I was dead broke with a lot of debts left unpaid, so I had to save up every spare dollar I could afford. I checked my watch, it was 12:00 AM already, I would only be able to sleep for three hours before I would need to divide my mornings between taking care of my sick roommate, Eve and trying to catch up on everything I was falling short on. The road home was lonely but safe, I walked down this path everyday, dragging my tired legs and longing for my bed. Ever since I moved here, I knew I had to come up with a story that would be believable if I wanted to stay and from my experience, everyone got move
“Tiffany!” I yelled, tapping the counter. “Jesus Christ, Gianna.” She let out a groan. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” “I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes but you’ve been busy fantasizing about some boy or something,” I said, glaring at her mockingly. “You’re going to be the death of me someday, Gianna.” I sigh. “Before that happens, I need you to take the orders from the tables to your left,” I ordered, pointing her in the direction. “I wish you’d have gone home, you look like you’re about to pass out any minute from now.” “It’s too late to go home now, isn’t it?” She chuckled as she made her way towards the designated table. For the past six months, I’ve been working as a bodyguard for Don Ethan, a mafia lord in Manhattan and it’s been going pretty well for me. My finances were becoming stable and I had been able to save for a new apartment much to my delight. For the first time in three years. I was able to do something tangible for myself
Seven years laterIt’s been seven years of peace and our relations with everyone have prospered as well. There has been no war or reports of rebellions in any part of the jurisdiction that Yoda oversees and we have been living our best lives as well aside from the occasional attempts by people who wanted to harm us. The pact we made with Yoda seven years ago had proven to be a masterstroke. The starting had been extremely difficult seeing as Yoda wasn’t from the bloodline but as things went on, it became easier for Alessandro to teach Yoda the ropes and he had been extremely patient with Yoda until he became his own man. Jade had returned to her coven after completing her teachings and it had been a year since we saw her last. It was quite understandable, she had left a lot of things unattended to and they needed her now more than ever. The coven was growing and they needed a permanent high priestess. The most shocking thing that had happened in the past seven years was the marria
The door opened once again and this time, Yoda walked in.“Am I interrupting something?” He asked.“No, not at all. I was only checking in on the Don.” The doctor said, “You also need to convince her to sleep, I pray you have better luck with that than I did.” As soon as the door closed, Yoda turned to face me.“You know the doctor is right, yes?” “I’m tired of hearing that, Yoda.” I sighed. “I’ll have peace of mind when he’s back with us, not before.” “You’re just as stubborn as he is.” Yoda shook his head. “Is that a compliment or..?” I trailed off, hoping he would provide the answers. “It depends on what perspective you’re seeing it from.” Yoda shrugged. “Do you think he’s going to come out of this?” I asked, my eyes finding Alessandro. “I’m going to tell you something, Gianna. I’m not sure he’s told you yet but Alessandro relinquished his position in this mafia a while ago.”I stared at him like he’d gone mad. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No, I’m not. He handed everythi
I was consumed by fear and an even greater desire to figure out what the hell was going on with Alessandro. It’s been weeks since the decimation of Syrius and I was supposed to have the best time of my life at this point. I had been working hard to pick up the pieces of the rubble the scuffle left behind. It was over now, our enemies and anyone who might have wanted to stand against us, their prestige, and honor were in the dirt now. Everyone was begging to swear fealty to the mafia. Life couldn’t have gone any better or so I thought. I had to face the backlash head-on, I had everything to lose and nothing to gain if I didn’t figure out what was wrong with Alessandro. Thankfully, our child had been drugged with sleeping pills throughout, so he wasn't traumatized and the doctors had cleared him a few days after I was discharged but Alessandro’s case was proving to be quite difficult. It was expected that defeat would come at a huge price and seeing Alessandro lying unconscious in h
“You should’ve stayed hidden, Syrius. What the fuck do you want?” “Careful, Gianna. I enjoy you but be careful. The Syrius you once knew is gone and I don’t play around anymore.” I paused and weighed my options. I didn’t want to rile him up, he held all the chips and I had nothing. “Where’s my son?” I asked. “He’s safe.” Syrius replied. “He has no part in whatever revenge plot you have, you need to let him go and take me in his stead.” I said, trying to bargain. “I’ll make you a better offer, Gianna.” Syrius chuckled. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say but I had no choice.“And what could that be? All I want is my son. I’m not interested in bargaining for his life.” I reiterated. “I know Alessandro forces you into doing and if it weren’t for him, I’d have taken you from him all those years ago.” Syrius began. “You’re delusional if you—““I can’t stand seeing him happy and if you’ll be willing to cut ties to him, I’ll return your son to you and you’ll be by my side
I walked briskly into the large room, it was a typical, bleak coffee-stained room with dirty walls. The scent of sweat, cigarettes and musky cologne hung in the air like a chandelier, there were pictures on the wall which were some kind of modern art, the furniture looked plain, uncomfortable, leather and black. My eyes landed on a large man sitting at the center of the room. A long metal table with paper strewn across the surface, separated me from who I assumed to be the boss, he was flanked by men holding mean-looking guns, some I hadn't seen before in my life and that said a lot about the kind of people I was dealing with here. I took a close look at him as I approached the table, my gaze wary as it darted from face to face trying to pick up a hint. The skin on his body looked like grade-three sandpaper, the consistency was unreal. He lifted his face and pushed away his bowl of cereal as he saw me coming towards him. His face was badly burnt, the hair on his head was charred an
Lying down on the raw concrete, I could feel the walls closing in around me. I felt the vicious pounding of my heart banging repeatedly against my ribcage.I shut my eyes tightly. I could still hear myself yelling their names over the cacophony of a billion shards of glass as my head slammed into the mirror. I couldn't bring myself to bask in the pain I felt. I had little to no time to do what these men wanted or my son would be dead. Instinctively, I touched where a shard of glass had cut me. The wound had been bandaged expertly. I had to give it to them, they had thought everything through before they made their first attack. I was like a recruit thrust into the heat of a raging war, I needed to find a safe place before I was blown to bits out here in the open.I groaned as I struggled to sit up, I had no idea on how I got here but I didn't care about that right now. I had more important things to worry about, I needed to be up on my feet, thinking. I needed my brain working overt
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean
I felt dejected as I searched each room hoping to find him in there but I knew the truth, he was gone and I had no idea where he had gone to. The wardrobe was empty as well, he had packed his bags and he was probably halfway across the world for all she could know. Despite sitting in our room for hours, I knew I missed him and I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. This wasn’t how I had envisaged my life a few weeks and it hurt now that I was faced with this shitty reality. Our first conversation after he’d been discharged from the hospital didn’t go too well. I couldn’t stop myself from blaming him for the disappearance of our son. I categorically told him that I believed our son was kidnapped because of the ties he has to him and the mafia. Alessandro had tried to reason with me but I didn’t want to hear any of it, all I wanted was my son. My phone rang and I retrieved it from my pocket, it was Tiffany. She had promised to call back after a couple of hours.“Hey
I had lost my touch. That's what happens when you become docile after years of being on guard."Do exactly what I say or you die." I could feel my heart racing despite my best attempts to compose myself.I knew I was walking into a trap but I had no choice. I wasn’t entirely sure that the letter came from Syrius, maybe it was only a silly joke being played by some crazy maniac but what I was certain of was that whoever sent the letter had my son and I was willing to do anything to get my child back. The accent was masculine and Eastern European. There was no quake or tremor in the man's voice. His tone sounded calm and detailed. This was no hoax, if I went out of line, I would die.I tried to remember if either Alessandro or myself had any issues with any mafia from that part of the world but I couldn’t come up with anything. "What do you want?"I asked fearfully as the cold steel of his gun pressed into the small of my back.I needed a distraction. My first instinct was to lean