All Chapters of Into the darkness: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Guilia POV: It was pathetic the way Daddy was so hellbent on getting Arianna back. Forcing me to stalk the thief, I had tolerated her presence when she doted on me as her long-lost sister. I expected nothing less, but then she had to go and ruin everything by siding with that numbskull. What was worse is Daddy was sure they had fallen for each other, there was no way he would fall for my sister and not me. Why did everybody worship the ground she walked on? I sighed as I went through the sales racks trying to distract myself as far as my father knew I was out and about trying to “run in” to my sister, but honestly, what was the point? If she wanted to tie herself to a burning ship let her, Giovanni would crash and burn we all knew it. He was still angry about his brother, even though he was the fool who docked at some random port. If you’re in the import export business you should really do your research. I sighed texting Marco, the one thing he refused to give up was my sister's l

Arianna POV: I sat patiently waiting in the living room, I smirked to myself looking over at my handiwork. I’m sure my sister assumed I was handing over her fabric, playing the good sister. After discovering how deep the rot runs into the family tree I was ready with a match and gasoline. I sipped my tea waiting for her to come to the door, Giovanni was nervous about inviting her in she was walking a whirlwind of drama and death, but I was sure we had our bases covered. Luca was upstairs and Peanut was waiting patiently to protect me, I couldn’t wait. Sure enough, she came around knocking at the door. Becaa opened it, all hands were on staff today. She wasn’t the devil himself, but she was his offspring. I sat back waiting for her to stomp over to me with her demands but instead, she calmly strolled over. “Tea,” she commented. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed a cup and poured herself some, fidgeting as she adjusted her skirt and not speaking first. I took another sip letting

Giovanni POV: That was the issue with war one side strikes, and the other reciprocates, and endless cycle until someone loses too much and can’t go on. I was playing with an uncaring and heartless man, and he knew what I cared about. The docks weren’t hard one call to my father, a simple donation to the judge's re-election fund and we were off the hook, the warrant was thrown out, but it was only a matter of time before Domenico threw something else at me. You had to try and get your opponent so tied up that they couldn’t move through all the bureaucratic bullshit so that when you landed the real blow they couldn’t respond. If he wasn’t above involving the sweet detective Mosley neither was I. I made an anonymous tip that there were drugs at one of Domenico's houses where I knew his little flunkies had their parties. Domenico was smart about hiding his shit, his men, well there were downsides to hiring from the cesspools of the world. He would have a harder time getting rid of th

Domenico POV: It was never easy was it? Always some little rat trying to get away, some little nat buzzing in your ear, some big dog trying to claim the throne. He had left me impressed with the big swing he took. Hitting my drug shipments was smart, that was where I made most of my money and how I used my intimidation the most. My influence stretched far with the intoxication of my goods, leaving me without them meant people would get impatient. He had left me distracted, and weak. Or he would have if I were a lesser man. Luckily my drug factories were aware of our ongoing distribution problems and sought to quickly ship out a new batch. How very kind of them and in turn I let them live, they got my money flowing again and kept my investors happy. I knew she had something to do with this, she would be out for blood after learning what had befallen her mother. She was making it slow though, and wanted me to feel afraid. I had to chuckle with pride at that. There was a reason I saw

Giovanni POV: *torture*He had come after my family. Again… It was as if I was back on the docks watching as my brother opened up the crate and saw him engulfed before I could even blink. The fire consuming his last moments, his last words, his last breath. Becca flew into the street gliding across the it was ice. I couldn’t look at her asleep in the bed, her breath so steady but her eyes unopening. I was a shameful man to have her pay the price for my battles. What made matters worse, though I had seen her launched from the blast, my first thought was the woman beside me in the car. I watched my flesh and blood push across the pavement, and all I thought of was her dark hair and honey eyes. If I couldn’t focus I would lose everything. I couldn’t let this stand. I wouldn’t make him pay with fire, we were gaining far too much attention with our explosive games. The detective had peeled up to the scene demanding to know what had happened. Asking me what I had done, what I had done