Once again, I can't help but wonder why my cousin has to secure his place, as the only living male son of Manuel Cancio, which makes him boss in Chicago, simple and short. I was absent when Niko took over, but from what I heard there was some tension as is to be expected when there is a change in power, also another reason my mama concluded with Niko to send me away, excluding the fact that I was young, just fifteen, but I dont think it was this bad. They’re only able to this this because my cousin is young and level-headed, compared to Niko, I don’t even see Thomas allowing this kind of insubordination. “They are asking too much, two for the price of one” and by one, I mean one ally. Weddings in the family are a sure way to gain support and allies, If Katherina were to join the Rizzo family, then Carlos should join with another family, what utter nonsense for them to suggest this. It is a wrong political move, even I who is just learning about family politics will advise my cou
I continued with my studying for the next few days that followed. Excluding weekends, of course, I can’t seem to get anything done when I know he’s home. As I am, my emotions are all over the place and Niko is being very patient with me, I rope him into playing card games with me and Marie-Lu one Saturday, and the little girl anxious at the start, her cards clued to her lips, looking away from him as I explain the rules of the games to Niko, most of them made up by Marie-Lu and I, of course. Halfway into the game, she begins to relax, enough to win the first round, I win the next hand and Niko wins the next three. Gasp! So Marie-Lu and I gang up on him in the next hand, even resorting to hid cards behind me, tossing a wink at Marie-Lu to go with it when she frowns, she nods with a small smile. He still managed to win. I'm trying not to let the frustration get to me as we lose yet another hand, a smirk on his lips as he picks up the decks, shuffling it between his fingers, a diffe
“The women are upset that you’ve declined all their invitations to tea in the past month” I haven’t gotten any invitations. Why do I feel this is Niko's doing? A sigh leaves me. “You know why I can’t go out” I cradle my swollen belly with one hand, leaning on the arm of my chair. Already he was frustrated with me this morning at breakfast, I’d finally summoned the courage to speak of my cousin's plight to him. “I know better than you the situation of this in Chicago” was his reply. I had frowned at him but he remained unvarying in his decision to stay out of it. I don’t know how my aunt thought I would be able to do anything. Last night my aunt suggested that my cousin Katherina come for a visit. After asking if Niko’s cousin Vincent has a pending arrangement. I saw where that was leading, of course, in the case that somehow my cousin could try to catch the eyes of Vincent Salvatore, or God forbid find herself in Vincent’s bed and force Niko’s hand. Katherina is Chicag
“So have you and Niko thought of any names? I think the name Eva has a nice ring to it if I do say so myself”I laughed. “Niko hasn’t said much about it. But I was thinking of Marina for a girl and Louis for a boy” I’ve always loved Marina. It's cute for a little girl in, teenage years, and a grown woman. “Louis though” one perfectly plucked brown eyebrow arches slightly, she does that when she is against something.“It’s cute” I defendShe gives me a pointed look. “Yes, cute”I turn to her, somewhat offended “What’s wrong with cute? I also like Jamie”“What is Jamie?” Eva kissed her tongue at me pointing with her index finger with accusation “You are not even trying for male names, you really think it’s going to be a girl? Why don’t you just check and be done with all this fuss?” I fought the urge to roll my eyes, only Andrea knows the gender of the baby, during my first ultrasound months ago her eyes widened slightly, and then a huge grin appeared on her face. I remember it becaus
When I wake up on Sunday morning, the bed is empty beside me. I know Niko is not at church, he wouldn’t go without me and as we are keeping the pregnancy quiet, we haven’t been for months. So these days, only Tommy and Vincent attend mass every Sunday morning. Releasing a sleepy oud yawn, I stretch a hand towards the nightstand for my phone. Where the hel- I squint one eye open to narrow on its position then move my fingers further to the right grabbing my phone. I swipe through my contact with half closed eyes before hitting the call button. It rings twice before connecting. “Where are you?” There is a beat of silence “In my office, two doors from you” his voice grows increasingly sharp “Are you hurt?” I blink once, twice doing a mental check, “No, I’m fine. Just woke up and wondered where you were” Then I hung up tossed my phone on the side and went back to sleep.That afternoon I sit in the living room and stretch my hands above my body for the fifth time.Gosh, my back. I m
I am wearing a blue wrap dress when I come down for dinner Sunday evening, Chase, one of Niko’s captains kisses my cheeks in greeting slipping a hand into his pants pockets before heading inside. “You don’t have to do this” Niko whisperers once more.I look down at myself “But I got all dressed up” Arranging my curls, I smile up at him. “I see that You look gorgeous baby” Tilting my head in thanks, "You too, but you always look good even without trying" Tonight he is wearing a black suit, black shirt, and no tie, the top buttons undone, his hair pushed back from his face, I notice the strands are getting quite long, the back reaching past his neck, but he looks delicious all the same. As he drops a kiss on my temple the door opens once again. “Hi, good evening” I wave at Matteo. Matteo smooths a hand down his black suit jacket, the back tie against a white shirt sets off his warm tan skin, his short back hair is combed back, and blue eyes that look so much like my husband’s spar
“One of my friends, Chloe used to work doing the school break, meeting new people, getting to know them, helping them solve problems, and the unreasonable demands of some customers she would come back every school break with the funniest stories, it was a blast” I tell Maria as she chops some vegetables “I’m not sure if I’m cut out for the fashion world though, you remember that movie we saw, what was the name...? I trailed off racking my brain. "The one with Carla Hernandez in the lead, where she ran a fashion house, now imagine that in real life, it is just too competitive you know, and the forever changing trends? Nah... I dont think it is for me. Not to mention it deals with too much publicity." I shake my head once more. Niko would never agree with something that puts me in the spotlight. It would make me an easy target. This is the next best thing, I’m already getting it all figured out. Once again I marvel at the choice I’m career. After getting my certification I am tryi
“Why are you talking to her?” I asked after letting myself into the room. Twice now, after my physical exam, Niko would offer to see Andera off, and they’d get holed up in his study for some time before they finally leave, Niko going back to work and Andera going back to God knows where. I raised an eyebrow then waved it off the first time I saw it happen. Shrugged it off the second time, now however, I am just irritated. “What is going on here?” my eyes jumped from my husband to Andrea and back again. “Niko had some questions about the pregnancy,” Andera said, my attention remained on my husband who is sitting behind his desk. “Niko?” I questioned because that sounded like utter crap to me. “Just as she said” He confirms, my eyes narrow as annoyance and another emotion I can name surges through me. “And you couldn’t ask these questions in front of me?!” I snapped. Still calm, he waved a hand at the empty chair in from of his table, next to the one Andera already occupied.