Pov: BiancaThe wedding was in two weeks. And today we were fine tuning the details."Wow, Mária," Ines cooed, holding up a picture of the colour theme my mother had chosen. "I think this is a lovely colour you picked.""It's an awful colour," I sniffed, not looking up from my magazine. I was perched on one of the plush seats in the dining room, early morning sun washed into the room through the glass walls.Mama had picked rose gold as the colour theme for the wedding and in truth, I had no hatred for the colour but since I let the resentment spill out the other day, it was hard reigning it back in. It had been reignited and there was nothing on this earth that could put the livid fire out.I wasn't even sure why I was here. Why she insisted on having me over. They fine details of the wedding has already been decided on before I even RSVP'd their introductory dinner invitation. Nothing I said could change what had already been set up. Still, I tried to make my mother as uncomfortab
Pov: Bianca"And who will your strong man be?"She blushed profusely, releasing my hand. "Creed," she whispered. My eyebrows furrowed. "Should I know who that is?"She shook her head, her blush intensifying. "He's the future underboss of Philadelphia. He's five years my senior but he's kind and patient.""And you know all these because...""We used to be friends when we were little. He was my crush." She added shyly. "Before he left for school in Italy, he showed interest for my hand to Andre.""And let me guess, Andre benevolently handed you over because he was sweet and nice and safe," I said sarcastically.She looked at me, brown eyes flashing with a seriousness I didn't see coming. "I had a choice."Her words made a kernel of hope sputter in my chest. "You did?""Yes. I was only fifteen at the time, Andre made it clear that no one was forcing me into doing this. I could back out if I wanted. I can still back out now if I wanted, even though the contract has been signed already,"
Pov: AndreIt was the day of the wedding. We were at the reception and so far, things were going perfectly. Too perfectly. Not a hitch, not a squabble, nobody had gotten shot in the head so far. It was a good day.After the surprise attack last week in one of my restaurants and Leon being perforated with enough bullets to kill a grown man, I had trippled the guards that protected my family and tightened security around our homes, knowing that the Polish would want to strike at a time when we're all gathered together.Once the wedding was over, I would have to break the news to Bianca that she would have to leave that dump she called her apartment and move into one fit enough for a mafia princess.Speaking of the devil, she suddenly glided across the room, an apparition in black of all colours, and blood red on her lips.She was wearing a cheap dress with a glittering tulle fabric even more scandalous than the last one. The strappy sleeves fell down her shoulders seductively and stylish
Pov: Andre"At this point, you can't be any more obvious, Dre.""Go away, Leon before I shoot your other hand and make you truly handicapped.""Is this the thanks I get for trying to keep you company?"I sighed. "If you have nothing important to report, leave. I prefer my own company."He laughed, shaking his dark blonde hair out of his eyes. "You wound me, man."I shrugged and sipped my whiskey.At the moment, Bianca was tipsy. Not too drunk to make a fool of herself but drunk enough that she wasn't as aware of her surroundings as she should be.Alexei had kept his word and stayed away from her, but his eyes would occasionally meet mine and I knew he was waiting till when the reception was over to talk to me.I wish the rest of the men would take the hint. So far, no one was acting out with their dicks yet, but the night was still young and alcohol has had the best of better men.My father and Mária had left the reception early at my coercion. I had been paranoid enough to send Inés
Pov: BiancaMy legs were shaking as I left the dancefloor and went upstairs to quiet the throbbing in my skull from all the music, dancing and alcohol. I was tipsy, cranky and lost.I had been given a room in the DiMarco mansion to stay in, in case the reception ended too late.It wasn't my intention to sleep over but I could barely keep myself upright and the more I searched for my room, the more hopeless it got until I was sure I was getting myself even more lost.I made a turn on my left and rested my hand on the doorknob of the first door I found but voices from within the room stopped me. Voices, some of which I recognized."I heard the Polish are giving you a tough time," I heard the cold monotone of a man."Yes. They planned something today," Andre confirmed."You mean the Polish tried to attack here? With all of us gathered in one place." That calm alto belonged to Alexei."They planned to kill my stepsister." Andre corrected, his hardened detached voice sent a noose tightenin
Pov: Bianca"Uh... Bianca..." Deliah, my best friend of sorts said nervously when she met up with me that day on campus, chancing glances behind me. "Who are those sexy guys in black trailing behind you all day?" She whispered to me in her thick foreign accent as we started walking."They're my pests. Ignore them hard enough and you won't even realize they're there."Her pretty face scrunched up in confusion but she shrugged it off easily, the way she shrugged off all her problems. "Hey, so, huuuge favour I want to ask. Please say yes," she whispered, clasping her hands to her chest and giving me a pleading look."Depends," I huffed, adjusting the straps of my bag on my shoulders. "What is it?""It's my brother's surgery tonight and I want to be there for him. I need you to cover my shift at the club tonight."I tilted my head up to think just as I registered the clouds darkening to a deep gray colour. It was a Thursday evening and there was an important dinner I was supposed to join
Pov: Andre (Two hours earlier) "Oh, good. You're awake." The half naked man I had hanging upside down, like a starfish, on a contraption that looked like a medieval torture instrument, murmured something incoherent, only just regaining consciousness. There was a blood bag that was filling up with blood as it drained from a vein in his forearm, instead of nourishing him. I straightened from where I was leaning against the wall, a tumbler of whiskey in my hand. "You passed out too quickly. I would have thought a Capo of the Polish could take a little more beating." "Screw you!" He spat vehemently, finally regaining consciousness. He muttered a few choice words in Polish, probably expletives at me, blinking away his confusion and trying to tug himself free. I sighed, placing my tumbler on the only table in the room. Selecting from an array of knives from the table, I walked over to him, twirling the knife in my hand. "You won't talk to my men, I was hoping you'd be a lot more chat
Pov: Bianca"And where are you coming from?"There was nothing to be heard except the sound of my heart beating wildly.The light from the foyer stopped just were his boots had been planted, as if even the light was afraid of him, as if he was worse than the darkness."What part of 'you will attend all social events with the rest of the family' got lost in translation, Bianca?"He stepped into the light, his arctic gaze searing into mine. He wasn't even dressed for the dinner, in only dark pants and a black turtleneck shirt that only emphasized his ripped upper body muscles, he was a sight for sore eyes.I chewed my lip nervously, avoiding his gaze like a fucking schoolgirl about to be reprimanded.His eyes narrowed at me, his expression sizzling and hot and burning through my skin with cold fury as he took in my trembling form, from my wet hair to my little white dress that was now see through, thanks to the rain."And where did you get that jacket?" He asked, his voice deceptively s