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ALESSANDROIt’s not enough.Not the killing.Not the torture.Not the lead that I’m following to bring out the person who gave that information to the Albanians.Nothing is enough.Especially not the fucking torture.I’d planned to keep Ilir alive for eternity as I tortured him to my heart’s content, but I made a mistake, and he died on me only two weeks after only two weeks of torture.My feet are heavy as I take the stairs to the my room. A jacket is slung over my shoulder, and my eyes are blurry with tears and remnants of the fool’s blood.A gasp reaches my ear before I look up to see Zia running down the stairs, a hand muffling her mouth.Unlike her usual dresses are gone as she joins me to mourn Lorena, she’s now in unflattering black pants and a channel shirt. Her hair is gathered in a messy bun, and her face is makeup-free with a scarf tied on her head.My aunt stops in front of me looking like a shadow of her former self. Bloodshot eyes. Dark circles. Ghostly pale face.“Are
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ALESSANDRO Cesare grips my shoulder. “Which is also why I know Lorena’s death is affecting you more than you show. You were always the type who looked eerily calm, even after you came back from your father’s torture sessions. You’ve been either on a violence spree or in this pretend calm mode, so I’m assuming you’re suffering inside or bottling your pain or both.”“If you’re done being an amateur therapist…” I rotate my shoulder, forcing him to release me, and sidestep him to head toward the stairs.“You need to get your shit together, Ales!” he shouts after me. “You’re the Head of the Italian families now, and your head is worth more than ever before.”“Save the concern for your family.” I don’t look at him as I take the stairs up.He’s been subtly trying not to be all disgustingly lovey-dovey with his wife whenever I’m around. Even his wife refrains from any form of PDA in my presence. They’re both walking on eggshells around me as if I could be broken by seeing them acting like
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ALESSANDRO “ I have speculation.” I slam the bottle on the counter, causing a few splashes to stain my hand. “I’m going to Calvino territory to investigate this, if he has a hand in her death I'm going to make him slip up and make a mistake because he was at my wedding with Simona grinning like a Cheshire cat like he knew something I didn't know.”“You can’t go to his territory with no evidence and no clue of their location, let alone their involvement. Besides, you’re the fucking Head of families now, Alessandro.Your position is vulnerable, considering you haven’t been in it for too long. Not to mention all the factions you’ve managed to offend in a small amount of time. The only thing you can do right now is stay and try to strengthen your authority.”“I don’t give a fuck about that. I’m going to Calvino territory. Make arrangements.”“No, I won’t.”I stare into Damien’s dispassionate eyes. “Are you disobeying a direct order?”“I am. I’m also telling you that if you go in blind, y
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LORENA 2 years laterSometimes, death is better than staying alive.In death, you can feel no pain, no shattering of your heart, and no need to cry every night before sleeping and every morning after waking up.In death, there’s finally peace.No more running, suffering, and having to witness your heart being split open while hopelessly watching.Like every morning, I jolt awake after the same mixture of nightmares. My shirt clings to my back with sweat, and my hair feels damp.The small room I’ve been using for weeks appears smaller, as if the walls are closing in on me and will crush me.My heart that stupidly insists on beating goes overboard in its attempts to remain alive.I tap my chest as images of the nightmare overlap in my mind. Some are filled with memories of my family . The look of despair on Zia’s face when she realized everything would be over.But most are filled with images of Ales’s wedding. I always dream about it in red as if I’m witnessing it through a blood haze
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LORENA Didn’t experts always say that hiding something in plain sight was most efficient? Besides, in some weird way the area that used to be home to a young Alessandro felt like an invisible cloak of protection.So we found ourselves here, and I could see myself staying here forever. Except that I sucked at Italian. Matteo, my son, on the other hand, was soaking it up. I named him after late Zio.“Ella, are you ready?” I called out to my now best friend, sticking to her nickname. She and my son, Matteo, were packing up toys like we were moving to the beach, not just walking less than hundred yards to it.“Yes, grabbing the sunscreen and putting on a bathing suit. Then I’m all ready.”“You are not even in a bathing suit?” I asked in a groan.I went to shut my laptop down when my email pinged. Throwing a quick glance, I smiled. I knew he couldn’t resist.To: The GhostFrom: DonI’d let you go to the beach. Once in a while. I’m a great boss like that.KI chuckled again. At least he
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LORENA If we could keep this going for another three years, we could stop doing it and just live the rest of our lives doing little jobs here and there. We’d still be set, and Matteo would never go hungry.“Matteo, come here so Mommy can put sunblock on you,” I called out to my son.He abandoned his little sand digging and walked over with a big grin. His hazel eyes watched me with love and trust while his dark hair ruffled under the light breeze. God, how he reminded me of his father.The familiar pain hit my chest, but it was gone quickly. I had worked hard to forget the pain and loss of his father. My son was a reminder, but in a good way. I liked to think of my husband as he could have been if he wasn’t corrupted by all the events in his life.I squeezed the lotion into my hands and applied it over his exposed skin. Matteo had a year-round tan, just like his father. But I was paranoid and used lots of sunscreen. If I could, I’d put Matteo into a secure bubble, but I knew it
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ALESSANDRO We sat around the conference room, in the Moravia skyrise building, the entire New York view stretching on the west wall. The meeting was with the top members of the Columbian crime organization. There were only two of them along with Cesare and myself. We had to keep it low and under the radar. I sent everyone home and ensured there was nobody around to bear witness to this. Damien had ensured that; there was nobody better than him at ensuring people were invisible and things remained unseen. It was Damien’s job.Trained for it.Hired more of my friends from the army to help the Mafia family business run smoothly.Hired Amadeo who like selling guns,Enzo and Giovanni who pushed drugs, I relegated to Money Laundering since her death, Dante Rossi did a bit of everything but selling flesh.We all did a few other things on the side and had legitimate fronts, usually in the form of casinos, but if I needed a drug shipment, usually I went to Enzo and Giovanni. For guns, it w
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ALESSANDRO Since Luca woke up from the coma due to being in close proximity with the bombed cottage.He told me that she never died, that it was a guard stationed by Calvino to kill my wife and that she had been declared missing. And I vowed to get revenge on Calvino.Yes, smashing his face was tempting. Maybe even his ribs.“Damn straight.” I gulped the entire drink down, the brown liquid burning down my throat. Just like my guilt. If I listened to her, she’d still be here… with me. I should have chained her to my bed and cut all her ties with her family. It should have been me punishing her, not her father. Not her fucking family. She ran because she choose me. Luca strode into the room, and I handed him his drink.“If she is dead, you have to move on,” Cesare tried again. If she was dead, I’d never marry again. Yes, I’d take other women to bed, but none of them would ever become my wife. I thought back to those first few months when I tried to fuck any woman, as long as she d
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LORENAThe sounds of the waves crashing along the shores of the little island that became our home was all around us, mixing with the smell of the sea. Sitting on the small balcony, overlooking the water, I sipped on my glass of wine. I felt at peace here. I didn’t think I could find happiness again, but right at this moment, it felt pretty damn close to it. Even with the paranoid feelings I’d had when I rushed out of the market and barricaded Matteo and myself in the house.It was stupid, I knew it. If either my father or my husband found us, we’d be dead before we knew what hit us. We would never see it coming. My father was a sick, twisted old man that got off on power and torturing humans. My life was a nightmare after that… until the day I met Alessandro. I thought I found a savior. So wrong!Tilting my head up at the moon, my thoughts traveled across the ocean, searching the memories. The past was left buried and behind us when we ran, but it was harder to forget. It was a
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LORENAMy heart skipped a few beats that my father would do this just when I think I'm free of them he manages to get ahead of me.“He had evidence that I’m dead? That doesn’t make any sense.” Although, I’d never put it past my family to proclaim me dead to get their paws on my inheritance. My grandparents had enough sense to secure it all into a trust till my twenty-fifth birthday. Which was coming up rapidly.“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “It pissed me off that he’d rob you of what’s yours. So I sent evidence through a secured mail that you are alive, along with the picture.”It wasn’t a smart thing to do. She knew it, and so did I. But I understood why she did it. I would have probably done the same if our roles were reversed. After all, that inheritance belonged to my son too.“Damn, I hope it’s one of the good pictures,” I replied instead of scolding her. She was beating herself up enough as it was. We locked eyes and burst into fits of giggles. It wasn’t funny that my family p
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