Giovanni’s POV What the fuck did just happen? I tried to run after her but a soft hand reached from mine before I could make it through the door. Alana shook her head and muttered, “Don’t go,” making me rooted in place. “ I–I…just..” I looked where Gabriella went and sighed before hugging Alana. There’s an obvious drop of tears on her face and I knew I couldn’t leave her here. She walked over to the couch area and I guided her. “ What happened, hmm? Who did this to you?” Alana cried harder. I have no fucking idea why she was crying but my mind is still stuck with Gabriella’s bold move. My guilt was eating me up when I realized Alana had been staring at me and that I’d spaced out. “ It’s okay—” she said, her voice trembling. “ I can take care of myself,” she added, wiping her own tears, making me feel more bad about her. Alana tried to get up from the couch but this time, I was the one who stopped her and held her hand. “ No–it’s okay Giovanni. You can go after her. I can take car
GABRIELLA’S POV If I had a doubt Dela Vin’s father was evil, it’s all now evaporated into the air. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking while looking at the pictures of our dead men from our last mission. I never thought Giovanni’s father was still doing some business even if he clearly left everything to his son. That dirty old greedy man is really not good for this world. Allistori held my hand and he gently snatched the picture out of my hand before giving me some cold water. I can see nothing in his eyes and sometimes, I wish I was like him too. I wish I don’t feel any remorse or pity for everyone and yet, here I am trembling because I lost a fucking fifty men in the battle. He sighed. “ Hey, it’s not your fault. This is the world you are born to reign in Gab. Don’t just tremble about these mere things–” “ Mere?” I sarcastically laughed, putting down the glass of water and looking at his eyes. Allistori looked so shocked when I raised my voice at him but it didn’t make me st
Giovanni's POV“He’s been quiet for two days,” Alana said, leaning on the doorframe and talking with Kenzo and Ace.The three of them managed to execute our plan without bothering me for the past few days. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anything other than the fact that—I have a child with her. “ You really won’t tell us what happened?” Alana asked again, looking at Ace with a firm expression. I told him to keep it a secret until I knew how to deal with it. Gabriella is cruel. I thought I already experienced the biggest heartbreak when she left without saying anything until I learned the truth. I ignored them and focused my gaze on the ceiling of my room. I’ve been here for two days and even if I wanted to confront Gabriella about her child—our child, I am fucking scared. I didn’t know what was worse, what did I ever do to her to deserve this kind of treatment? In those seven years, I spent my whole life looking for her. So why? Why would she do this to me? The room felt l
Giovanni’s POV Thirty goddamn minutes and not a word outta her. I steal a glance, expecting fireworks but she's staring out the window like she lost the damn plot. Part of me wants to rip the air with screams, shake her till the truth rattles out like loose change. But I know better. Patience, Giovanni, patience. My only weapon against this silent storm.So I push the pedal into the floorboard, the engine roaring like a pissed-off beast. Nobody's tracking us tonight. My phone, casualty of her hissy fit, lays cracked on the leather, a silent witness to our descent into madness. I reach for it, but a swift kick sends it skittering like a scared roach.Her eyes, green fire in the gloom, lock onto mine. "Stupid," she spits the word dripping with venom. " They can fucking track it if you call. You want them camping on our asses?"My breath turns to gravel. Damn her. Every word is a barb, twisting in my gut. Fury, confusion, something raw and primal, churns in my chest. I stare back, a cor
Gabriella’s POV There were worse things than realizing you’ve woken up in the middle of an unfamiliar bed. It’s waking up wrapped in the arms of the man who hurt you but knowing you’ll let him hurt you all over again just because your heart still beats for him. But just because my heart still beats for him doesn’t mean I should’ve let him ruin all my plans. Or should I? I gulped and let myself trace the soft lines on his forehead. Even asleep, Giovanni looks strict and serious. His thick brows are almost at war against each other and he makes this deep snoring sound. Stop. Don’t let yourself fall again into this trap. “ Trying to kill me, wife?” I gulped and almost jumped out of bed when Giovanni suddenly opened his eyes. His quick reflex immediately grabbed my waist making my face land on his chest. I could feel a loud heartbeat but I am not sure if it’s his or mine. “ Don’t move. I’m still sleepy.” Normally, I’d punch his face or I'd kick his ass and point my gun to his head,
Gabriella’s POV SEVEN YEARS AGO. “ It’ll be over once he realizes you’re dead.” I shockingly stare at Allistori’s back once his words cut to the air like a fucking sharp knife. He calmly put his whiskey on the table and looked at me. At first, I was afraid because of the way he looked at me. The first time I saw his eyes, it was something. It was as if he was from hell and the darkest part of him can be seen through his eyes. “ I already made sure to leave evidence behind so you cannot be found—.” “ Why are you helping me?” The low sound of his footsteps was the only sound breaking the silence. Allistori stared back, put up a smirk, and did nothing but shake his head. I’ve waited for him to say anything but he only stared as if he was mesmerized by something. I gasped. “ Is it because I’m a Vittorio?” Allistori watched me. Carefully. Strategically.He’s watching me as if my face bears all the answers he needs in this world. His pupils dilated for a second and it changed. I saw
Gabriela “ You can kiss harder than that,” he whispered. The scent of smoke and bourbon fills the air, it was addicting yet, suffocating. “ What’s wrong, Santoro? Do you not enjoy being owned?” His voice was laced with distaste. My gaze found him. Rage fuels my heart to push him away. “ No. Not with someone as beast as you,” I smirk and hit his chest, ready to pull away when suddenly, his hand grips my hair, pulling me closer to his body. “ Careful, Santoro. I might ruin you, right here, right now,” he darkly said directly beneath my ears as I felt his fingers painfully stroking the tips of my hair. My heart was beating too fast and I cannot move, not when my whole family was here, at this beast's mercy. The elite party lights, champagnes, and sexy music didn’t justify how disgraceful this place was. A pity party for the Mob families, announcing a dream of happily ever after which doesn’t exist in our dark world. Only the greedy attend this kind of party. Only those who bathe
Gabriela“ I will not sleep with you,” I said as my hands found my luggage situated inside of the car where both of us were seated. After our scene last night, my fate has been sealed with him.When I crashed my lips into him, I accepted the fact that I am being sold to him as his bride and my family was more than happy to sell me off to him. Who wouldn’t? Just by this beast's name, we’ve been saved from our competitors' anger and we can live our life protected because of his influence.Giovanni Dela Vin gave us an opportunity to live a better life, to maintain our standing in this fucked up society, and to not live in shame because the Santoro’s, as of this moment, is under his jurisdiction. And it all takes my freedom to have this kind of life. My freedom was t