All Chapters of Underground Hearts Club: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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-three: He picked me up and he wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me deeply, and bit down on my lip, hard. I didn’t mind. I only whimpered a little. Cesare carried me into my room. “Cesare…” I whispered. “Don’t protest,” he said, “do you know how long I’ve wanted you? Do you know I fuck myself to sleep every night thinking about you?” He placed me on my bed, gently, then took his shirt off. I forgot how gorgeous he was. He pulled off my shirt, and my bra, and stared at me for a moment. I waited for him to do something. “You’re fucking perfect.” He grabbed one breast and started to play with my nipple. My whole body tensed, my toes curled, and I moaned. “Cesare…” I was breathless from the kissing. I wanted more than him playing with my breasts. I wanted him inside of me. He kept on playing with my breasts, then he stopped for a moment to take off his pants. When he was naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his coc

Twenty-five: It had been a long time since I’d been to New York. I thought maybe we’d take a private jet or something. But as Galileo explained, if we took a jet, Cesare would know. “The train?” I said, surprised when the train station was where he had parked the car. Galileo glanced over at me. “You’ve been rich for about five seconds. Don’t tell me you’ve become a snob already.” I laughed. “No, I haven’t. I just thought that you’d have some fancy way of getting there, that’s all. Also, I wasn’t sure that the Luna brothers would even know what the train was.” Galileo smirked. “Cesare probably wouldn’t. He’s a posh priss. But when I started working at the restaurant, a lot of my co-workers took the train home. It seemed weird to show up in my car. So, I started taking the train home with them. It’s actually what made them trust me so much in the kitchen. We’d take the train home and talk and then I wasn’t just Octavious Luna’

Twenty-seven:I had called Nero so that the two of us could talk. Nero and I were about a month apart. Maybe that should have been the tip off that there was something more to the two of us than we had thought. But I couldn’t imagine that my mother wasn’t my mother. There were two many secrets to fathom. The two of us were sitting at the Luna family restaurant, staring at each other.“Well….” Nero fiddled with his drink, which was wine, even though it was in the afternoon.“You put it together, didn’t you?” I said.He raised an eyebrow. “Put what together?”I groaned. “Come on. Don’t be like this. You’re too smart for that. You know exactly why I’m here. We’ve got to talk about the truth.”Nero sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve never wanted a cigarette more badly and I’m trying to quite.”I snickered. “Why, exactly, are you trying to quite? Does that have anything to do with a girl?”He glared at me. “Oh, come on. Don’t talk about this. Things are already weird enough.”“W

Twenty-nine: There was someone stroking my face. I woke up, and I was not in a place that I knew of. My vision kept on going in and out but slowly, I focused on the face before me. It was not Galileo. It was not Cesare. And it was not even Nikos or my father. “Daddy?” the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. It was not Donatello I was looking at. It was the man that I had thought was my father. The Fixer. He smiled up at me. I never called him by his given name. I only kept his last name because it kept me safe. He and Donatello were twins, although it was easier to tell him because he had a big scar above his eyes. His nose also looked like it was broken. “Hey, sweetie.” He also had a deep voice because he’d been in a fire that had damaged his vocal cords. I pulled back from him. “I thought you were dead. I thought…I thought Cesare killed you.” He shook his head. “He let me go.”