-Happy birthday, I warmly say to the woman who took care to make sure I lacked nothing even though she had no obligation.-I'm old, I don't think I should celebrate anything anymore. Maybe I'll die tomorrow, she says.-You're talking nonsense, I joke, managing to bring a smile to her face. Deep down, I'm afraid of the day when she won't be here anymore. I know I'll blame myself to the core for not spending enough time with her, but I can't split myself. Thank goodness for my brother who is always here, otherwise, I'd feel terrible knowing that his grandchildren aren't around him, for whom he dedicated his life. I notice her smile widen even more on her face, wrinkled with age. I turn to where her gaze settles and see Damon.-Excuse me for interrupting, but I'd like to talk to Elenor. I hope it doesn't bother you, he says.-It doesn't bother me, young man. I'll leave you to talk to Elena. After my grandma leaves to talk to her daughter, I turn my attention to Damon, who seems to have c
From Elenor’s perspective:-Hey, Grandma! Do you know where Dad, Marc, and Damon went? I ask, noticing that I can’t find any of them.-I don’t know. I thought they were in the yard.-Me too, but it seems they’re not. I look for Marc, but he doesn’t respond. Goodness, this is ridiculous! Where on earth have they all gone? I’m getting really anxious. I hope Dad or Damon haven’t done something foolish. The ringing of the phone breaks the silence in the living room. I rush to pick it up, hoping it’s one of the three missing people. My hope shatters when I see an unknown number calling, but I answer anyway.-Hello!-Hello! Elenor, it’s your uncle Vince.-Yes, Uncle. Has something happened?-Your father and brother went into my club with a guy. Well, that guy got into a fight with two other boys. Can you please come and get them quickly before the police arrive?”-I’m on my way,” I say, full of nerves. I can’t believe it! How old are they? Six? They’ve started fighting like crazy in
From Damon’s perspective: In the morning, I am awakened by the noise in the room; I partially open my eyes to see what's going on. My girlfriend was dragging a suitcase larger than her towards the door.-What are you doing?-I'm packing, what does it look like I'm doing?-Where are we going? I ask curiously.-You're not going anywhere. I am.-I'm not going anywhere without you.-Damon, you can't stay here for another week.-Why?-Just yesterday, you got drunk and got into a fight at the club.-So what?-You're attracting too much attention. Plus, I'll be back in a week.-I'm not even thinking about it, I say firmly.-Come on, Damon, she says, hanging onto my neck with her hands. God! This woman drives me crazy. I want to be serious and stick to my point of view, but how can I be serious when I think about how to get her to stay here?-Tell the truth! Why do you want to leave?-The neighbors keep talking, and I don't want any misunderstandings.-Misunderstandings? I ask nervousl
From Damon’s perspective: It's been 10 days since I woke up with her clinging to my body. I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt that engulfs me every time I remember her condition. I managed to move her to my place, where she is constantly cared for by the best medical staff my assistant could find. I couldn't leave her there because just as she was shot in front of everyone, the same could happen in that hospital. Her family understood and complied. Today was horrible. I had a break-in at one of my clubs, and I had to deal with it. It was very hard for me to focus on what I had to do when my mind was always on Elenor. I took the rest of the day off; I wanted to get home quickly to be with Elenor; that's the only time I feel complete. Watching over her and hoping she'll recover. As I enter the house, I'm greeted by one of the nurses taking care of Elenor. She rushes down the stairs and comes quickly towards me.-Sir, she woke up, she says happily. Without thinking, I quickly run
From Damon’s perspective: I finish checking the incorporation documents for the club I want to open earlier than expected. I left Elenor with the assistant, planning to occupy my free hour. Now that I'm done, I call the assistant to discuss with her. She knocks on the door and enters, sitting slowly on the chair in front of my desk. She clasps her hands in her lap, visibly stressed, and bows her head.-Why didn't you tell me she lost her memory?" I ask calmly, trying to hide the desire to put a bullet in her head.-I really tried, but you didn't wait for me to tell you, she rushes to say.-So, I understand it's my fault that you're an idiot.-No, sir, she hurriedly replies. I settle more comfortably in my chair and run my hand through my hair nervously.-How did she lose her memory? Did the gunshot affect her that badly?-Sir, she suffered a head injury, but not from the bullet, but from the impact with the floor.-How long will it take for her to recover?-About two weeks.
I watch him sleep uncomfortably in the chair next to the bed where I woke up. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve him. How could I not remember him? How could I say those awful things? How could I treat him the way I did? He shows signs of waking up, and I immediately pull the blanket over my face. I feel the bed shift. I think he's looking at me. Does he hate me? I don't want to find out! I want to stay with this blanket over my face.-Why are you hiding from me? he asks in a gentle voice. Tears start streaming down my face, but I don't know why. I don't know if it's guilt or emotion. He tries to pull the blanket off my face, but I let it down before him.-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk to you like that...He doesn't let me continue. He sits closer to me and pulls me into his arms. His scent sends thousands of shivers through my body. I hug him tighter because it feels like I haven't done this in a long time, even though I'm aware I've been here.-You don't have to
I enjoyed having my family around me these days, but somehow I felt like I didn't have enough space. Every time something happened between me and Damon, someone would interrupt us. Plus, Damon's overly caring behavior didn't help at all. Sorry, caring isn't the right word, I don't know if there's a good word to define someone who keeps nagging me, "you can cut the apple yourself," "can you go downstairs?" It's been driving me crazy these days. Even the doctor said I'm fine and out of danger, yet he still exaggerates. And I know every woman would want that, but it's already too much. He wanted to install an elevator so I wouldn't have to go downstairs to the living room anymore. I feel my nerves getting on edge as I write more in my journal, so I decide to put it on the nightstand next to the bed. The phone starts ringing. I look around and finally find it. It was a number not saved in my contacts, so I answer.-Hello! Good day! Is Miss Elenor Rossi on the line?-Yes. Thi
From Elenor’s perspective:-Are you ready? Did you get everything? Sindy stands up from the couch to greet me, but when she sees I don't have any luggage in my hands, she looks at me, silently asking, "What's going on? -Well... Sindy, I changed my mind!-What? But you sounded so determined on the phone. Eli, did this man do something to you? -What could he possibly do? I startle as I hear Damon's voice, turning my whole body towards him.-You heard right, don't make me repeat it, she yells at Damon.-Sindy, it's not like that at all... -Eli, come with me! There's no question of you staying here anymore. You have me.-It's not your decision, miss! My beloved can make decisions without you imposing them. Plus, I won't let her leave this house without me. -She's my friend! -And my beloved," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.-Sindy, everything is fine. We've sorted everything out. We had a discussion a few minutes ago and clarified everything. I was very nervous, and that's wh
Hades-Father, understand that I can't come to dinner tonight!-Not a word! -Old man, understand that this is an important shipment! I can't afford to miss it.-Damn it! I don't care anymore, and I don't want to hear anything, he shouted at me, ending the call.And that was my conversation with Dad this morning. He and Uncle James always insisted on having a family dinner at least once a month. James and his wife are part of our family, being very close friends with my parents. I knew I had no choice but to be present at this dinner. Mom isn't allowed to stress because she has heart problems since my grandfather died, and I'm very aware that if I hadn't gone to this dinner, she would have likely stressed out, knowing what I'm involved in. I love my family, but I wanted to handle this shipment myself because it's going to be delivered to my Russian friend, Aleksei. He is the leader of the Russian mafia but also one of the most trustworthy men I know.When I enter the house, I'm g
Hey, dear readers, I'm excited to announce that there will be a volume two of this book. It will feature Hades, the eldest son of the Black family, in the spotlight.Hades is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the world, the Sicilian Mafia. He is one of the cruelest mobsters. Devoid of a heart, but with the appearance of a Greek god, he doesn't let anyone stand in his way.Amalia Pop, a drug trafficker from a city in Romania, is a girl who has lost much in life, from family to her own soul. Now she does everything she can to survive, even if it means pulling off the biggest drug heist of her life.But what happens when she manages to tick off the most ruthless devil of the mafia? Hades Black. Will she be able to escape from him?I will leave you with a few scenes featuring Hades and Amalia:-Are you afraid of me? he asks expressionlessly.-Please, let me go or kill me! Please!That's none of your business!Oh, darling! It kind of is because you've become my new obsession.What a
10 years later:-How was your day, my angel? Damon asks, sitting next to me on the couch. I'm so tired. Since I opened my own marketing firm, I've focused all my efforts on it, to the point where I couldn't even spend much time with my family. Luckily, Damon came up with the idea of bringing a nanny into the house to take care of our three children. Hades is already 10 years old and, along with Ares, who is 7, they are a handful. I wanted to stop at the second child, but Damon convinced me to have another one, and I didn't regret it. I was thrilled that it was a girl because I wouldn't be surrounded only by men in this house, but at the same time, I felt sorry for her because I don't know how the three males will react when she gets her first boyfriend. Hope is 5 years old, and she often stays with Sindy and James's daughter, Deborah. Hope and Deborah were born a few weeks apart and have been inseparable since then. In my heart, I hope they remain best friends like Sindy and I.
I don't know when I've ever been more emotional in my life than the second I heard "yes" from her. She agreed to be mine. She agreed for me to be hers, and now we have to deal with what lies ahead. The wedding preparations are moving quickly, mainly because I agreed for the wedding to be in two weeks. Well, I wanted it to be the day after she accepted the proposal, but she insisted on at least giving her two weeks for the preparations, and as always, I yielded. Fortunately, only a few days are left now, and it will be over.-You don't need to get too involved, I know you have a lot of work, especially since you opened the new club.-I don't want to hear it. I really want to be involved in this wedding. Because I know I won't be involved in our kids' weddings.-One child isn't enough for you, she asks, laughing. Ah, how I adore her smile, especially when I know it's meant for me. I can't help but kiss her at least once when it appears on her face.-I want as many as possible
-So, little blonde, should I forgive you for not telling me about the blonde?-Well, Eli, I really wanted to tell you. But it happened a long time ago.-Tell me everything, I say nervously.-Well, two months ago, I met a guy on a dating app. He started to become insistent, so I turned him down. Then he left. And we didn't see each other again. Until one day he waited for me to leave work, and, she says hesitantly as if reliving everything that happened. He slapped me, then he tried to lift me, but then James showed up and beat him so badly that I don't think he looks the same anymore. Then I looked into his eyes and fell in love on the spot, then we spent a night together, she says smiling.-So, what about the date you mentioned?-Oh, that one, she says trying to seem embarrassed.-I went on a date with a guy because I wanted to make him jealous. Then he showed up at our table, hugged me, and ran away with me. I roll my eyes at her. What a little fox! I think the blonde will go cra
From Damon’s perspective: After a few days since the incident, Eleanor still speaks hesitantly. Hesitant might be an overstatement. She only speaks when I address her, and I feel desperate. Why doesn't she yell at me? I want to hear that sinful mouth of hers nagging at me all day, and then I punish her as I know best.-Sir, dinner is ready! Would you like dinner to be served in the office?-No, Agatha. I'll come down. Please, inform Eleanor as well.-I've already been to Miss Eleanor, sir, but she asked me to bring dinner to her room.-That won't be necessary. Miss Eleanor will come down.-Understood. Does this little brat want to get on my nerves or what? I traverse the path to her room in a few seconds. If she wants us to play, then we'll play. I slam the door of our bedroom against the wall, and she startles, fixing her eyes on me.-Is this how it's going to be? she asks bewilderedly.-What do you mean?-Look, I understand that the recent event has affected you, but I don'
The images of the building where I worked for so many years burning down flash before me as Veronica runs with me, hand in hand, as far away from this place as possible. We turn left onto a side street, and Veronica stops to catch her breath.-What happened? Veronica's expression becomes impassive. She examines me as if to make sure I'm okay, then positions herself to my right.-Miss Eleanor! I watched the surveillance cameras and saw a suspicious man with a gun. I knew something was going to happen. So, I got you out of there to protect you. Mr. Black will tell you more!-How? How do you know Damon? And how did you have access to the company's surveillance cameras?-I'll wait with you until the car comes to pick you up. She turns as if on cue and scans the area without answering my question. Her attitude raises questions. Just half an hour ago, we were joking in the office, and now she treats me as if she doesn't know me. My thoughts are drowned out by the sound of the
In the second week since I returned to the company, the company owner promoted me to the position of CEO, but not because of my merits, but because I am the only one he trusts after Alberto moved to the competition. Well, I can also say it's because I brought in many investors to the company. Honestly, I don't know whether to complain about it or not, but what's certain is that I have fallen far behind. I have a lot of projects to analyze, and I have two important meetings to prepare for.-Miss Eleanor, I startle, looking at my assistant. "Excuse me, I knocked, but you didn't hear me.-It's okay, Veronica! Did something happen?-Mr. Black called, he said he wants you to call him urgently. I wanted to connect you through the landline, but you were on another call.-I'll call him as soon as I can! Any news about next week's meeting?-No. Nothing has changed yet, but knowing Mr. Smith, it will surely take place this week.-Oh, goodness, this man doesn't know how to announce thin
From Elenor’s perspective:-Are you ready? Did you get everything? Sindy stands up from the couch to greet me, but when she sees I don't have any luggage in my hands, she looks at me, silently asking, "What's going on? -Well... Sindy, I changed my mind!-What? But you sounded so determined on the phone. Eli, did this man do something to you? -What could he possibly do? I startle as I hear Damon's voice, turning my whole body towards him.-You heard right, don't make me repeat it, she yells at Damon.-Sindy, it's not like that at all... -Eli, come with me! There's no question of you staying here anymore. You have me.-It's not your decision, miss! My beloved can make decisions without you imposing them. Plus, I won't let her leave this house without me. -She's my friend! -And my beloved," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.-Sindy, everything is fine. We've sorted everything out. We had a discussion a few minutes ago and clarified everything. I was very nervous, and that's wh