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I don’t stay locked up in my room today. After my restless sleep, I take a long hot shower and came downstairs for breakfast. Well I didn’t really eat, have had a hard time keeping anything down. I just had a glass of orange juice and a piece of toast. I don’t go back upstairs. I lay on a couch in the library downstairs holding a book in my chest trying to distract myself. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts upstairs .The door opens I look up expecting to see Maria she comes in every few minutes to ask me if I want a snack.
She is there but she not alone, Niko is standing in front of her.
I jump up at the sight of him throwing the blanket off my legs on the floor. I stand up book forgotten.
“ We leave for Chicago tomorrow” he tells me that’s two days earlier than we planned. “Start the preparations” he tells Maria who is standing behind him. She nods the leaves us.
Niko enters the roo
And unto the finial chapters…
As first order of business we burry my uncle. The funeral service is solemn and quiet. All the prominent families of Chicago sent their representatives. Niko stands with a group of men around an open cassette then they closed it before allowing the others to come forward and pay their last respect. “It’s to confirm that he is really dead” Ivan says quietly besides me. I look at the men standing beside Niko “they are the ruling bosses of the families” Five men stand at the front talking amongst themselves. They should be six of them but Chicago’
Niko I first saw Lola when I was eighteen and she was ten. A kid really. Who I forgot about until my father passed. She had just turned fifteen, still a kid compared to my twenty-three so I had her sent away. I didn’t need a wife. I had power over the most powerful crime families in this part of the globe I didn’t need a little girl getting in my way. And making demands of my time, I was a busy man. I had things to do. People to kill. In the course of the three years she schooled in my territory, I was never tempted to look in her direction. She was just some girl I had to marry and sire children on. Nothing special. Often Miguel would send me a report of her attaching a few pictures but I never look past a few glances. Just making sure she was alright I told myself. Until I met her. Saw her, Possessiveness like I’d never known slammed into me like a fist in the gut, She was mine and I wanted the whole world to know it. Chicago is one of my least favorite places in the
*** I wake up slowly, my head feels fuzzy like a ball of cotton has been shoved into my brain, a bitter lasts lingers on my tongue, I moan at the banging in my head, did I get drunk last night? My head is slightly elevated, I feel fingers on my hair, petting my head. “Niko?” I whispered, my tongue is so dry the word comes out strained. I try to blink my eyes open. "You are awake my love, no one will separate us ever again" My slow brain snaps to attention at the voice, eyes popes wide open I quickly move away, my whole body recoils, sodisoriented, shivers break all over me. That is not Niko, I shake my head, trying to drag air into my lungs and then like a tape,my last memory plays through my mind.. I was drugged. Someone’s taken me. I’ve been kidnapped. Kidnapped. "What have you done to me?" I ask sluggishly, where is this place? I sway as my stoma
*** Niko My eyes are glued to the screen while Danilo drives, Lola’s position hasn’t moved for a while. On the other side of the screen her vitals reads normal, heartbeat steady, it has only speed up once, an hour ago like she had a scare but other than that she seems fine. No drooping in vitals due to blood loss or spike in her heartbeat due to torture. I hold onto that like a lifeline or I’ll go mad. I need to be calm, Lola needs me right now. I repeat that like a mantra as I fire the first shot. The silencer stifling the sound, only four men come with me on this operation, I need this to go unnoticed for as long as possible. The men have their orders. My wife is priority. Plain and simple. I stab the next guard in the chest then pulled out the knife and slit his throat with a swing of my wrist, bastard was taking too long to die. I sheath my knife, palming my other gun as I duck beneath a wall. I nod at Danilo and we go in at once, with both hands up I aim and squeeze
*** When I wake up, I’m at home. In my room at the mansion. My mouth feels dry and taste bitter. I throw the blanket off and drag my body to the bathroom I move slowly but I don’t feel sick anymore. Godfather Alonzo and Greco are dead. As I shower, I try to wrap my head around all that crazy. Because that’s what it was crazy. But N
*** One year later… My little Micaela stares at me with dark blue eyes. A mop of jet black curls around her forehead and pink rosebud lips pout at me. I remember the day I birthed her. After five hours of labor the Salvatores welcomed their newest members. My perfect daughter. Born only five minutes after her brother. My Micaela likes being carried. The moment you put her down she opens her cute little mouth and screams like hell. Thankfully her father is always there to indulge her. Tommy still hasn’t forgiven me for naming my daughter after my faithful bodyguard. He thinks Thea would have been a perfect name for
Past… “I’ve got an excellent idea,” I say after taking a deep breath, a wide grin on my face, the phone on speaker beside me on the table as I bring a teacup to my lips, I am still smiling as I blow on liquid for a second before bringing it up for a sip, I smack my lips, frowning a little as I add another half spoon of sugar, looking at Maria out the corner of my eye to ensure she doesn’t see me exceeding the required daily sugar intake recommended, she’s nothing if not anal about these things. I wouldn’t say I was a sugar lover in particular. Sweet things? Yes, but sugar? I didn’t think so, these days, between my mother, Gianna my best friend, Dr. Andera, and Maria to watch my every move and every single morsel I put in my mouth? I feel like I'm under siege sometimes. Maria will first of all do a mental calculation, Is it nutritious enough? Healthy enough? Then contact Andrea for confirmation then we can know if it can be included in my diet. And did I mention my husband gave t
Throwing back the now lukewarm tea in one gulp, I empty my cup before standing from the chair, and walking past the kitchen island. Apparently, I’m not allowed to use the kitchen stools anymore for I might fall from the two and a half foot high stool and hurt myself all because the skirt of my dress got tangled with the legs of the stool I was sitting on last week, causing me to trip and bump my hip a little against the island. I didn’t even try to argue that I’m not that accident prone, I should just be glad it didn’t get me banned from the kitchen again. Just as I’m about to place the cup in the sink, Laura appears from somewhere and relieves me of it. “Let me help you Ms. Lola,” she says. I don’t try to tell her it is just a cup and I can rinse and put it away myself. It’ll just fall on deaf ears like every other complaint I've made in the past month. Also because Maria will give them a hard time when discovered, and she always finds out somehow, if I didn't know better I'd