All Chapters of Let Me Love You, Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PIETRO “Don Carusso!” Fazio, the Don of Serrano family welcomed me as soon as my head passed the archway of the church. My consigliere, stood behind me quietly, holding the gifts I bought for the two girls who were having their first communion today. In Italy first communions are celebrated with grandieur. In recent years it has been treated as important as weddings. Holy communions marks the person’s puberty, it is a great occasion and a good excuse to flaunt your power and riches to your friends especially as a mafia. It appears that I have arrived too early. There were few people sitting inside the church and aside from the Serrano family, I don’t see that the other families have arrived yet. Serrano kissed me on both cheeks, the Italian way of greeting each other. Then he gave my consigliere a firm handshake before pointing me to the place where I should seat. Fazio looked around, searching for something. His face lit up when his eyes landed on his beautiful wife, Concetta.

LUCREZIA “You don’t want to marry me because you don’t have feelings for me?” I asked him before he could step out of the door and before father could say anything else and defend me on my behalf. “Al cuore non si comanda.” (the heart wants what it wants) He replied, using my words against me. “Then you’re a fool, Don Carusso,” I didn’t mind the people listening to our conversation anymore. All I could feel is anger and all I want is to give him a taste of his own medicine. “I graduated law with Latin honors. I’ve been trained in the business, exposed to the business since I was little. I would be more than just a wife to you, I will be your asset.” I sounded so desperate, but nonetheless I was saying the truth. Only a fool would turn down a marriage proposal from me. Pietro turned around, fully facing me. “Are you looking down on my power and my influence? I don’t need you to become more powerful. I don’t need more assets. Don’t let your feet float off the ground. I don’t need yo

LUCREZIA“Where are you going that you don’t want father to know about it?” Letizia asked me, her brows are winkled together and her fingers has been constantly rubbing the tendrils of her hair. It is a habit that she and I share when we are worried.“I’m going out to find myself a husband.” Her eyes widened and she shot up to her feet. “Sorella!” She exclaimed which made me laugh.“I’m just playing with you. You look so worried as if I’m a teenager that cannot protect myself. Don’t worry, no one would dare to try harm a Rocchi,” I assured her as I look at her through the mirror.“You are not going to a nightclub, are you?” She asked me, my words still did not ease her worries. “I’m going somewhere with someone who will protect me.”“Why don’t you just tell me where you’re going?”I sighed at his incessant words. “Letizia, I only called you here to help me with my dress because I trust that you won’t tell anyone that I’m leaving. Now don’t ask me questions that you know I won’t answ

LUCREZIAI smiled as I watched how his jaw twitched lightly and shuddered under my touch as if electricity is coursing through my fingers. I looked into his eyes that has swirls of desire within them.“Oh Pietro, I am not the only one who is attracted to you. You are attracted to me too?” I thought to myself, relieved to find out that this wasn’t one-sided after all.My eyes dropped to his tender lips. They look plump and soft, tempting me. Before my thoughts could grow dark, Pietro held me by the wrist and pulled my hand away from his touch.My eyes landed back to his eyes again as I look at him in surprise. The swirls of desire in his eyes are gone now. He gave me an icy stare, a look void of any emotion. He looked terrifying and angry.What happened? Why is he like this all of a sudden? Just seconds ago he liked what I was doing, he was even reacting to my touch.Pietro harshly pushed my hand away making my arms swing back to my side. I winced and held my shoulder because of how st

LUCREZIA~~~When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasul That’s AmoreWhen you dance down the street with a cloud at your feetYou’re in loveWhen you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming signoreScusami, but you see, back in old NapoliThat’s Amore~~~My father’s favorite song played loudly inside the mansion that I could even hear it’s slightly muffled sound inside my room.As if the music player knows about my aching heart, it played a song about love on queue.I feel like there is a heavy brick placed upon me as I lie on my bed, my body tangled in bedsheets, my arms opened wide, flatly placed on the bed as I stared at the empty ceiling above me as if it is the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen. I laid there on emptiness as the void in my heart continues to sip the happiness in me. I feel empty. I no longer dance down the street with a cloud at my feet as the song sings because I’ve lost my Amore. I’m no longer dreaming because I’ve lost my love.And t