~VITTORIA~Yes, Bianchi was dead."Anyone else have something to say?" Roman asked, observing the bosses.There was silence. And that silence meant that the meeting was over as well because the next thing I knew, Roman was standing up and grabbing my hand."We shall continue this later. The invitation will be sent out once I'm ready." He instructed.I tried to hold back my hand, indirectly telling him that I could stand by myself and leave the room by myself as well. But his hand was firmly on mine and his pull was rigid. He was determined to make me leave with him.The bosses watched as we left the room together with Nicola and Cleto who had stayed back earlier when I had entered the room. If I thought the hate stares were much when I had walked in earlier, the ones I got now were a double fold of it. Now, with me being the cause of Bianchi's death, I could swear they were ready to kill me at the slightest chance they got.I reluctantly walked with Roman past Biachi's body which was
~VITTORIA ~The sun seemed to have awoken at the same time as I did because the next thing was the sun's rays hitting my face harshly. Usually, Nicola would have been the one to shut the blinds whenever I slept off but with her staying at the quarters which was a fair distance from the main house, it was a hassle altogether for the both of us.I sprang up annoyed, hissing and cursing Roman under my breath, ready to walk into his room and stab not only his hand to the table but his neck as well. Because why the fuck would he kill Scout? What did Scout ever do?I dashed out of the room, banging the door and making my way towards the direction of the staircase, when I heard chattering and laughter coming from the kitchen. If there was one thing I noticed in the past few days of being here, it was that none of the guards usually came into the house, probably Roman loved his privacy or something. So I was genuinely curious to know who was allowed into the kitchen.I reached there and the s
~VITTORIA~“I think you’re misunderstanding, Miss Lilith Belluci. I honestly, like from the depth of the organ that pumps my blood, dislike you. Bitterly. Why do you always come here?” Yara, the most welcoming person I know said as she poked her head through the little open space of the door she held.I smiled at her, “Oh... If it isn’t Yara the angel whom the whole nation finds to be so kind and full of love. Imagine they finally find out you’ve been putting on a facade.” I said to her. “And your little princess business comes down to nothing.”She owned ‘YARA shoes’ which was the most popular shoe brand out there and the prettiest too. Although I had never admitted that to her and would never either. But I did get a whole lot of them whenever there was a new launch and something told me she secretly loved it.She also did some model shoots every now and then and all I could say was she had the stress free perfect life which I lowkey envied.She rolled her eyes at me as she opened th
ROMAN"Are you sure Bianchi's guys won't retaliate?" Cleto asked as he threw a dart to the dartboard. His lips turned downwards when it landed on one of the lowest numbers on the board. He was never a good player, but that didn't hinder him from playing either.I sat cross-legged behind him, playing with a lighter in my hand and chewing on a piece of gum. "I mean, if they come knocking, we'd open the door. Wouldn't we?"Cleto threw another dart while Diego snorted at his score. "You have to give up, Perdente.""Idiota." Cleto cursed back eyeing him as he took a seat, leaving the darts finally and pouring out some alcohol."Bianchi's men can't do shit. They're cowards." I said ignoring their little banter."I guess you're really going out of your way to make her fall in love with you," Cleto commented, downing his alcohol. "Can't really remember when last you acted this way."I scoffed, not answering him. That had not been one of my best decisions. And Cleto was right, it was a rash on
~VITTORIA~I walked into the casino' sliding door with Nicola, Gio, and fucking Martini behind me, thanks to my supposed husband.My father's casino, which was now run by me was the biggest one could find in the whole of Brooklyn. Not even the ones run by the Argenteros lived up to it. The top millionaires and billionaires came there to gamble away while some others mainly came there to watch others play, hang around at the casino bar, or watch women sing and perform sexy dances.There wasn't a day that went by that the casino wasn't packed which made me draw a conclusion that having a gambling addiction was worse than that of smoking cigarettes.A man screaming at the receptionist in the lobby caught my attention, making me stop there. And I recognized him immediately. He was an assemblyman and one of the top people I hated so much.I rolled my eyes before speaking up. "An assemblyman screaming at the top of his voice to an innocent worker over a lost game after just showing the publ
~VITTORIA~"Welcome?" He jeered, glancing at his guys before turning back to me. "You're an annoying chick you know? The only female in Brooklyn's Costa Nostra yet you're always making trouble!" He shouted in my face.Making trouble? Like I was the man who killed his damn leader.I felt the little rain of saliva that flew out of his mouth on my face and instantly got disgusted. I hissed and stood up, scrunching my face up. "You know one thing I hate?""We don't fucking care what you hate, you goddammed Belluci!" He shouted once more and his guys laughed.I smiled and nodded at them. "Guess I'd have to show you airheads then."With that and in a jiffy, I swung out my knives and slammed them into his hands that were on the table, pushing them further inside to pin them in firmly. Bianchi's wingman screamed out in pain cursing me out. One of his guys rushed towards him and with an eye gesture to Nicola, she shot him in the head making him fall face front."I hate when a man soils my tabl
~VITTORIA~I landed on Roman's body as we hit the floor with his hands firmly holding me and keeping me in place. His body was harder than a rock and his cologne engulfed me. Everyone went down to their knees while Nicola rushed over to the window. Gio went out of the room and even the wingman looked pretty much as confused as we were.I looked back at Roman and his eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. "Are you okay, babydoll?" He asked."Yes," I replied getting away from him instantly and reaching for my gun.Some of Bianchi's men had rushed over to the wingman, some were starting to get into a fistfight with North, the twins, and Martini. Some others were coming towards myself and Roman. They had used this slim opportunity to attack.I shot at one of the dudes as Roman stood up, then took my hand in his. "They'll take care of this. Let's get you out of here first.""I'm fine, Mr Argentero," I replied, turning to walk away from him.The wingman was free now and his guys had helpe
~ROMAN~The gum in my mouth started to taste bittersweet as she eyed me and I watched the hatred for me through her eyes appear boldly.Even if she was going to decide to stop hating me one day, I was pretty much sure that her sister's death was going to remind her to continue to do, come what may. And I hated that she even assumed I was a part of it without asking any questions. Without being so sure.Her slicked bun, which I had noticed was a favorite hairstyle of hers when she didn't let her hair fall to her lower back, now had little strands sticking out of them. But her red matte lipstick still sat tidy and beautifully on her. And her eye makeup was surprisingly still intact.Every eyes rested on her as she stood, the men were undoubtedly mesmerized just like every other time they see her while the women either genuinely admired her or were straight up judging her. But it didn't seem like she knew the power she had on the men or the women.Or me, if I may say.Or if she did know