Amara's POV
I stared at him indignantly waiting for him to hit me or push me like he would have done but he surprised me by doing nothing. I was even more surprised when I saw his scary expression turn sad, making me wonder what was going on with him. "No one loves me," He complained again, while I was irritated that he whined like a child. If the boss acted like him then the enemies would have destroyed us a long time ago. He had forgotten that love wasn't what he needed. For him to achieve anything as one of the mafia mobs, he had to earn respect from his equals and that couldn't happen if he continued to show weakness. "Who doesn't love you?" I asked to show concern. "My family," He replied and I rolled my eyes while he didn't watch. "You don't earn love, Dee. You have to fight for it. In our world, men don't care about love. What they need is to be feaAmara's POV The time ticked slowly and even now it was just five in the evening. I hadn't seen Dee since his confession yesterday evening then he brought me dinner at night and I barely managed to eat it. Not like he considered it a confession, to him saying that he killed my parents was to instill fear in me. I had stifled a yawn severally but it didn't stop the tiredness from sinking in. My body was cold and I was also very hungry. Since Dee didn't bring me food and had me locked in the room, no one else could try even if they wanted to. The only person that might have cared about me was Mariam, but I hadn't seen her in a while and I hoped that Dee hadn't killed her or sent her away. Memories of the argument I had with Luciano the day Obinna sent me the video of my parents murder flooded my mind. I had only one wish and that was to see Luciano again even if it was just for a minute. It took me getting kidnapped and facing torture to realize that he wasn't as bad as I thought he
Luciano's POV I sat on my armchair, staring at Obinna while he talked non stop. Though I had other issues, watching him interact with Gio and the other men helped to distract me. "Amara is carrying my child. Are you aware?" I asked and he stared at me with his eyes widened in surprise. "Congratulations, bro. You know, in my country, Nigeria, you aren't considered a man until you have children of your own. And once some of us realizes that our wives are incapable of turning our sperm into children, we find a mistress or take a second wife," He lectured me while I massaged my temples. Fuck! I want to kill this man. I imagined how cheating on Amara would make her feel and I shook the thought off my head. I had already decided not to hurt her so cheating was not an option. It was very important that every mafioso had an heir that would taken over his position either as a capo, a consiglier or an underboss. Though I had Gio, people didn't consi
Luciano's POV He looked away from gaze and stared at his feet but I didn't allow his scared demeanour to discourage me from interrogating him. "How did you get the link, Gio?" My voice came out more sternly than I wanted. "I don't know, dad. I haven't checked the link yet," He said, then opened his laptop and brought it to me. He scrolled to the message containing the link and shrugged. I asked him to click on it and he did and we discovered that Jordan was the sender. I smirked. Dee was being a proud jerk and he didn't realise that he was losing people's loyalty to him. I tried to reflect on what would have caused Jordan to release something the link to Dee's camera. It was nothing else but jealousy. Since Dee had Amara, Jordan couldn't control his anger toward Dee for making him look like a fool so he did this in revenge. Though I wasn't there in his house to confirm the truth, I knew that I was right.********** I was still under t
Luciano's POV Raul drove into the premise of the school and then floored the engine. Gabriel was the first to leave the car, then I followed suit and scrutinized the building quietly. I had to make sure that we weren't going to be ambushed thereby causing a scene during the event. Massimo was still lurking around so I had to be careful or I wouldn't be able to protect my loved ones. I took a glance at Gio who looked charming and handsome in his three piece beige suit that fit like a second skin. His hair had been styled in a comb-over which gave him a matured look. "Are you ready, son?" I asked and he nodded, squaring his shoulders confidently. He looked happier than I had seen him in days. After our conversation that night, he became more jovial and became a constant presence in my life. He also got more interested in my business which gladdened my heart. Things were finally falling in place but it wouldn't be perfect until Amara
Luciano's POV Loud gasps sounded from every corner while the young girls chanted that she shouldn't waste time in accepting him, even the teachers weren't left behind. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Gio," She said joyfully and Gio gave her a flower that I couldn't tell where he got it from. They both embraced each other tightly then he brought her to me, the both of them beaming with smiles. "You've finally got yourself a girlfriend, huh?" I teased him and he chuckled. "Dad, this is Babra, " He introduced her to me formally then turned to Babra and held her waist. "Honey, this is my father. The man I love the most in the whole world," Babra smiled shyly and hugged me. I patted her briefly and released myself from her hug as I wasn't used to holding people apart from Amara and Shuri. "It's nice to meet the girl who captured my son's heart," I said and she replied the same. She fiddled with her hands just like Amara and I mad
Luciano's POV "Here it is," Obinna said and turned the laptop to me. It was the blueprint of the house he kept Amara in. The building looked familiar and I struggled to remember where I had seen it. As I kept looking at it, I was able to connect the dots and I remembered that it was the house that we both had gone to inspect some years back. He told me that he didn't like the house which discouraged me from buying as well. "I should have bought this house when I had the chance," I whispered in regret. "What are you talking about?" Obinna asked and I shook my head. I had learnt to be positive about everything besides, having regrets wouldn't change anything. Rather, it will stop me from thinking of the next thing to do. "Dante, Gabriel" I called and they came closer. We were all at the court, making plans though it was late and I was supposed to be resting after attending Gio's prom night. But Obinna's discovery energized us thereby keep
Luciano's POV Another evening had come, as we had planned to attack Dee today and take back Amara from him. I tried to visualize how surprised he would be when we raid his house. His men were strong but not as strong as mine and knowing how badly they were treated, they wouldn't hesitate if I threw some cash at them and asked them to work for me. "Do you really have to lock us in?" Gio asked, wearing a deep frown. "Yes I have to. I've already lost Amara because I didn't watch over her so I won't allow the same thing to happen to you," I explained to them while we were in the panic room. Shuri scowled. It was obvious that she still had a lot of forgiving to do. "She ran away on her own, Luciano and you can trust us not to do the same," Shuri said to convince me but it didn't work. "There's food in the fridge and your phones can keep you company as well. But don't forget to turn off your location. I don't want any of Dee or Massimo's men to track you while I'm away," I warned and
Amara's POV Gunshots rang out, breaking the unbearable silence hovering in the room that I was caged in. The dates and almonds I had taken still kept me in a daze, but I was glad that Dee had remnants of humanity left to take care of my allergy. I wondered what the shooting was all about. But I didn't have time to ponder on it for so long as I reminded myself that I had to escape. Dee and his men were already occupied with the shootout and if there was a chance I had to escape, it was now. For a split second, I hoped that the tumult was caused by Luciano. I wished to see him again, not minding if he was a monster. Weeks without him had driven me crazy even when I denied it, and discovering that he wasn't involved in my parents death made me want him more than ever. I laid flat on my stomach and clutched tightly to my protruding belly. My uncoordinated actions weren't enough to protect my child but it erased the guilt of me not doing anything at all. I cast a glance