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What a fucking shitshow of an evening. It was supposed to be a normal meeting, and it ended up in me killing people to show I mean business, a few punks who thought it would be cool to steal from me. They had to be made examples of, so I killed their families in front of them. “Do I even want to fucking know, Gio?” Frankie asks when I walk inside my office, and I shake my head. “Made examples of a few cunts who tried to steal from me, but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you,” I say, walking to the liquor cabinet. “I wasn’t honest about my meeting with Tulvan, and I think you need to know what I found out.” I wasn’t going to tell Frankie the truth about our family because I still wanted him to believe in my father. But right now I am suffering under the weight of this secret, and since I trust my brother with my life, I want him to know. Handing the cell phone over to him, he takes it with a frown. “Why do I have a feeling this will fuck me up?” he asks. “Because it probably
LuciaThis morning was one of the worst for me. Giovanni snapped because I asked him a simple question, then I ended up revealing my pregnancy in the worst way possible. I just wanted to talk, and arrange to have dinner with him to see his face as I told him the news. Then again, I probably went about it the wrong way by being all emotional about it. If we had a proper conversation, I wouldn’t have felt the need to interact with his mother. I wouldn’t have wanted to bond with her and accept her invitation to go to dinner that night and get to know each other. I would still be at home, cooking dinner and waiting for him to come home.Instead, now I’m cold and it feels like my body is on fire.I wake up to a searing pain in my ribs; I struggle to move, the pain in my body making even the slightest movement excruciating. My vision is blurry and my head is pounding. I try to remember what happened, but my thoughts are jumbled and confused… Everything is foggy.Groaning, I try to sit up,
I’ve been awake for a while, waiting for someone to notice that my eyes were open this entire time and trying not to cringe under the pain. Instead, they’re sitting in the corner and talking about a war, planning attacks and deaths.My body hurts so much. Just breathing feels like a thousand needles impaling me over and over again, my face feels swollen and there’s something heavy on my leg. I don’t even know the extent of my injuries; I don’t even know if I am still pregnant or not.“Vito wants to meet with you.” “Fuck that asshole, I have nothing to say to him. The Camorra went against this agreement by attacking Lucia; it wouldn’t surprise me if they were behind the ambush on the day of Dad’s funeral, either.” That’s Giovanni’s voice; he sounds angry.He came to save me, didn’t he? Killed the men who hurt me and took me to safety. He could have left me and found another woman to marry, but he saved me…That must mean something, right?“Gio…vanni,” silence falls across the room whe
Lucia flinches as I lay her down on our bed, trying to hide her pain and doing a terrible job at it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned these past three days, it’s that Lucia doesn’t like showing her pain. I don’t know who in her past taught her to hide her pain, but I wish them a fucking painful death.“You really don’t need to make this much of a fuss over me, Giovanni,” she says as I place a pillow behind her.I lean down close to her face when I’m done, tilting her chin up. “The Vittori Capo Dei Capi wants to fuss over you, and you’re just going to brush him off like he’s nothing?” I ask with a smirk and she rolls her eyes at me while trying to hide her smile. “Let me cater to you, Micetta; you’re my wife, after all.”Something flashes in her eyes when I say this, and it causes me to frown. “And that look of annoyance? What was that just now?” She sighs and leans back into the pillows. “I don’t like it when you call me Micetta. It feels…condescending,”“What?” I say, my eyes widen
It doesn’t hurt that much to breathe anymore.Four weeks after what happened to me, and Giovanni has been nothing but supportive. He’s not allowing me to put a little bit of weight onto my ankle, though, and demands I use a wheelchair when getting around. I really don’t mind using crutches, but I was not in the mood to argue with him about it.“What would you like for dinner tonight, Ma’am?” Anna asks me as I get wheeled into the living room. At times like these, I miss walking so much!“Ah, anything light, please Anna,” I say. “All the comfort food has left me feeling a bit bloated, so anything easy.”She nods and walks out of the living room while one of my assistants helps me lie down on the couch. Giovanni is out for the day, but he should be back in about an hour for my first checkup since I’ve been home.I’ve been exhausted more than usual, and my assistants tell me that’s normal since my body is currently healing AND growing a child. Can you imagine morning sickness with a fra
I don’t know what it is about an ultrasound, but that shit puts things in perspective real quick. The past few weeks I have watched Lucia’s belly growing more and more, then after seeing the ultrasound, something inside of me snapped.That overprotectiveness increased tenfold; I knew right then and there that I would do anything to protect the two of them. We got home from her first checkup about an hour ago, and she’s already passed out on the bed. She’s been extremely exhausted lately, but that’s understandable since she’s going through a lot of healing because of that fucker Sal. I lean down and kiss her forehead before getting up and walking downstairs; to the problem I’ve been putting off since they released Lucia from the hospital. What I’m about to do won’t be pretty, but to me, it’s justified. My brothers think I’m insane for keeping her alive down here; however, I have something planned for her and her betrayal.I open the door to the neglected wine cellar and the stench o
Frankie sighs. “Well, now that the biggest issue is out of the way, we need to talk about the women arriving this fucking weekend.”I want to laugh out loud because my little brother makes it seem like getting married is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him. Then again, he’s a womanizer, so maybe it is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him. “Why the fuck does the prospect of getting married freak you out so much? Nikki Baranova is gorgeous-”“Gorgeous, yes. My type, fuck no,” he says, pouring himself another glass. “You know what I like and to be fucking honest, Julia would have been a better option.”I roll my eyes. “You and Julia would have killed each other on your wedding night, the woman is a lioness-”“I would have tamed her,” he interjects with a cocky grin, and I almost punch the fucker. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with a woman who doesn’t even speak half the time?!”Pinching the bridge of my nose so as not to lose my temper, because
My hand goes to my chest and I look at Giovanni, trying to find amusement in his eyes but all I see is sincerity. There’s no way he… After everything that happened to me, knowing what they did to me while I was unconscious, knowing what happened, he still— “You love me?” I ask, my breath catching in my throat. “Are you sure? You’re not just saying that because we just had sex, or because you have to?” He chuckles and kisses me hard. “I think I know the difference between love and lust, Amoruccio; and yes, I do love you. The second I laid my eyes on you, I knew I’d be falling hard; you had my heart the moment you stepped out of that church.” I shake my head, focusing extremely hard on his chest tattoo. “I just didn’t… I didn’t think you’d feel the same as me—” “So say it,” he challenges, placing his finger under my chin and tilting my head so I’m looking right at him. “Say the words.” I swallow hard, looking into those blue eyes that pulled me in the first time I saw him…and then I