Semua Bab Into the darkness: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Domenico POV: Pack of vipers that lay below my feet you would think one of my daughters, my flesh and blood, the fruit of my loins would have any amount of loyalty for the man who gave them life. No, not only did my eldest have to be bewitched by that Italian fuck, but my youngest in her naive stupidity had gathered evidence on me to put me in jail. The only pride I took was in their vengeance, even though I was their father they saw me as a threat and both didn’t hesitate to take care of it. Should I ask that they know better, of course, but what parent doesn’t want their child to defend themselves? It bothered even me, a man who had raked innocents over the coals to build my empire, to strike my child. I wish hadn’t had to do it, but she’d left me no choice, but to turn me in to the feds. I thought of that little neonazi blondie boy who’d been trailing us for years now. I could see the smirk on his Hitler youth face, as he put cuffs on me. Made me wanna hurl giving him the satisfa

Domenico POV: There are moments in life of crisp clarity, like a camera lens focusing or a breath of fresh air after swimming. You see things just as they are, not as you wanted them to be; every little piece of information you neglected to cover, your own fears they shine brightly. I’d experienced this once before when my wife ran with our daughter in the middle of the night. All her good intentions, all our quiet evenings, the distance between us over the past weeks. They glared at me in the eyes, forcing me to realize all I had missed because I didn’t want to see that she was leaving me. I felt the same when the FBI walked boldly into my house, that punk smuggly dangling the cuffs in my face. “Tax evasion's a bad rap,” he chuckled, dragging me out of the house as cameras flashed, blinding us, as he laid conquest to my home. In a matter of seconds, the last few months flashed into my head: Vanessa’s body in the morgue, the fear and hesitation on Arianna’s face when I returned t

Arianna POV: I didn’t find a wink of sleep the whole flight, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had never met the parents before, let alone a whole family. Even if I had I knew in my bones it wouldn’t be the same as it was now, my heart would flutter, my mind wouldn’t race, my palms wouldn’t be slick. Luca and Giovanni were both asleep, heads slunk to the side in the same manner. I wondered if Giovanni’s brother had done the same. I wondered if he looked more like his father or his mother, who he acted more like. I wondered if his family would begrudge me mine or if they understood my past. I was even more on edge by the time we got off the plane as I was sure I looked a mess, from the bitter cold of an east coast winter we stepped into the cool warmth of the mediterranean. I felt as if I dragged in the sludge and sleet with me, my eyes looking more akin to a racoons and less human. The one bright spot waited for me as we stepped down from our flight. “Arianna!” Becca excla

Giovanni POV: I felt horrible the way she was sitting back in her chair, absentmindedly smiling as she looked around the room. My mother guided her up to my old room for me while we sat there finishing the meal. She followed a long like a child dead to the world around her. I thought once she knew we were going somewhere safe she’d relax, but it seemed meeting my family was very important to her. I tried not to grin at the thought that she cared that much for me. My mood soured though as I watched her leave and then turned to my father, he stared at me with a discerning look. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew that would only antagonize him. I was sure he’d tell me what was wrong with her soon enough, and I would ignore all of it. If he knew anything he would know there was no turning back for me, I had damned myself in his name to avenge my brother, now that an angel has swopped in to save me he is upset. “She's beautiful,” He commented. I didn’t say a word in response, waitin

Arianna POV: We stopped for lunch at a little bistro, much like back in America they were heavily involved in helping businesses in their town. The owner came out and greeted Giovanni and Luca, snapping his fingers to get us a better table and the finest wine they had. I rolled my eyes as Gio winked and pulled out my chair for me, he knew damn well it wasn’t his connections that made me interested in him. Once again, the blonde from the store flashed into my mind. Did he, though? She was fawning over him so intently, praising him a cooing his name. I had never been a woman to constantly stroke her man's ego. I shook my head, removing the thought from my mind. No, I won’t do this. He’s taken me home to his family, he’s showing me the place he grew up. I won’t begin second-guessing now, not when we’ve faced demons together. As if reading my mind, he held my hand as if it was second nature, kissing it before answering a question Luca had asked him. He explained to me his favorites on