Andrew DeLuca."Come on, girl, shake it," I said as I danced with a random girl.I was trying to be with her to forget about Emma. But damn it, that woman wouldn't leave my mind. I was so angry about it, really angry, and I wanted to do anything to forget her. I swore I would."Aren't you staying?" she asked as she approached me on the bed."No. I've got other things to do," I said as I removed the condom.I could only feel Emma, skin on skin, only her.But I wasn't in love. Feelings weren't for guys like me; love was something we created in our minds, that's all. Love was futile and only held people back; that was so clear.And I didn't want to be weak. Emma was right; the night with her was a pure mistake. I couldn't mix lust and business; the important thing was that my plan to marry by contract was working. Just that.I left the girl in bed and quickly left the hotel, putting on my sunglasses and getting into the car. I felt like driving; just feeling the fresh breeze on my face w
EmmaThe climate in this house felt stranger to me than usual.I didn't know what was worse: being connected to a man who disregarded the law or having slept with him. There was that famous saying that love and hate walked hand in hand, but I couldn't comprehend how someone could feel both simultaneously. It was a fine line.While the meal was being served, Don and his associate, or perhaps business partner, were discussing yachts, nightclubs, and other frivolous matters. I remained silent at that huge table, with Ize by my side."He's quite a looker, isn't he?" Ize whispered in my ear, looking at Derick."I didn't notice," I said with honesty.It was true; I hadn't paid attention. Derick was attractive, an elegant mafioso like Andrew. However, I wasn't interested in men's physical appearances. In the end, they all seemed the same to me. Although I hadn't been involved with many men to say for sure.All the men who had tried to enter my life were jerks. For instance, the boy I liked t
Andrew DeLuca I'm pacing back and forth in my office, I've never been this impatient before. Normally, I have a solution for everything, but she... This ragazza makes me lose all reason. When I saw her by the pool talking to Derick, and the little charm he was throwing her way, my blood boiled, and I wanted nothing more than to dunk that figlio di puttana's head into that damn pool. But I couldn't, not yet. Derick was opening doors for me with some allies he had. In the mafia, you can never mix personal matters with business. But it's important to make it clear what your territory is. I am feared in the following way: I have no mercy for anyone. "Put your men on his tail, Lorenzo," I said, referring to Derick. "Okay, boss, he's already heading to one of the hotels." "Good. I don't want that traitor in my house." "Forgive me for asking, Don, but what did he do?" "He thinks he can come here, eat my food, enter my family's house, and hit on my wife," Lorenzo stared at me. "Alleged
Emma I stormed up the stairs in anger after the incident that happened with Andrew in the office. He's such a jerk, a thousand times over. He thinks I'll care that I mean nothing to him, well, better that way. I don't give a damn. I couldn't sleep for a single moment; I tossed and turned in that giant bed, and sleep eluded me. My heart raced as I thought about everything that had happened downstairs. It was infuriating that he had the audacity to toy with me like this; he had no right. The agreement was no intimate contact, none of that, but the blame for everything was mine; I let myself be swayed by his beautiful eyes and appearance. Being near him felt good and weird at the same time. Living here was a drag; I couldn't confide in anyone about anything, not even Ize. Every day, I felt a stronger urge to tell her everything. At least, to have a friend who knew, but Andrew DeLuca would kill me if I did. I tossed and turned, hugging the pillow. I heard footsteps approaching, and som
AndrewThe call I received had left me completely irritated. I needed to find out who was behind it, but I was almost certain it was Giovanni.Some people would give anything to be born into this mafia world. They think it's all roses and that we have the perfect life, that everything is wonderful. But in reality, if it weren't for the money, the women, and the power, none of this would be worth it. It's the only thing that saves the mafia.No one likes growing up learning to exchange gunfire instead of playing video games. My father shaped who I am; I didn't get to choose anything. I became who they wanted me to be: the cold, ruthless mafioso who loves no one. It reminds me why I never wish to have children. Putting a child through the way we live is cowardice.I remember your words telling me to "become a man." As for my mother, I didn't have much to say; I loved her, and she abandoned me. Proof that all women must be like that.And Emma shouldn't be any different from them. She's o
EmmaA shower for me was always a way of getting away from all my problems. Ever since my mother left, when I wanted to get away from everything, I would just sink into the shower and let the water wash away everything I was feeling. Now that I'm an adult, that hasn't changed.I always thought a lot, maybe that was my blessing and my curse. Here I was in the bathtub, thinking about everything I was experiencing.Sometimes, or almost every day, I thought it might be a dream. That I wasn't here, that I couldn't be married to a man whose ego was bigger than his own nose.I wanted to get away from my thoughts. From myself, if that were possible.Is that why people commit suicide or take desperate measures?Not that I wanted that, it was just a thought, one of more than a thousand I had in one shower.I looked at myself in the mirror, and it was strange, now I felt like a woman, I don't know if it was after my first time, which wasn't as I had envisioned it. It was with a handsome man, eve
EmmaDeLuca wasn't the best person in the world; he could be annoying and horrible at times. Or almost always.But listening to the stories his godfather was telling about him at lunch, I began to see that maybe there was another man beneath that tough exterior."And that time you just locked your dad's friend in the room during your parents' wedding anniversary party?" Riccardo said while they laughed.I smiled."Yeah, I was a naughty kid.""Very naughty.""These stories are too embarrassing, godfather, don't tell them in front of my wife," Andrew said."I'm loving it," I smiled.There were few moments of fun that I had in this house. I basically spent most of the day alone, at least when Ize wasn't here."Where's your sister, Andrew?" Riccardo asked."She's traveling. I sent the security with her, but... whether she'll obey, I don't know," Andrew said, rolling his eyes."Isabella has always been headstrong, takes after her mother's temperament."After Andrew's godfather brought up t
Emma We went to greet some people, and they were all well-dressed, exuding a typical air of superiority. But what a mess, all of them had connections to illicit activities with their families, so they weren't any better than anyone else. Andrew went to greet some of his allies, and I forced a smile; I hated these people, to be honest. "Is this your wife, Don?" one of the men who seemed to be mobsters asked. "Yes, this is Emma Campbell, my wife," Andrew DeLuca said, and it caused a strange sensation in me. Even though I knew it was all a lie, hearing Andrew say that I was his wife triggered an inexplicable anxiety. "Pleasure to meet you, my dear," the man shook my hand, and I forced myself to be polite. "The feeling is mutual, sir." The woman accompanying him just stared at me with disdain, and I pretended she wasn't there, irritated. We leave their presence, and a waiter passed by offering a glass of champagne. I declined, but Andrew immediately grabbed one for me as well. I s