"Which one, Reina?" Alessia held up two skyblue dresses for me to wear for my first day with the Genovese family. I thought about Maxine's offer the other day and I came to the conclusion that there was no difference with his promises and that of Hollis. But something inside of me just wanted to do this one good for a kind gentle man, a kind-looking dangerous mafia-man rather. Before now, I wouldn't have cared about what I would wear, but now, I did. "What do you think, Alessia?" I asked. She looked up from the dress she was holding, "The long-sleeved one is lovely, screams royalty. This other one is edgy. Not everybody can pull it off. But if you do, then it would state not just class, but fierceness and power." "Hmmm, I'm forced to think you are talented in every aspect of life." I looked at the second dress. "Let's style the shit out of that dress." "Happily ma'am." Alessia replied excitedly, like she was eager to put her styling talents to work. I had no doubt we wou
"Are you ready?" Rocco knocked gently on the bedroom door and waited for an answer We were now out of the walk-in closet and Alessia was applying finishing touches to my hair. "Almost." She replied and we heard Rocco's retracing steps. When I was sure we were quite done, I signaled for Alessia to open the door. The moment I stepped outside the door, I was met with three pairs of eyes staring at me, each more beautiful than the last until they fell on Hollis, whose gorgeous eyes were glued to my legs. His gaze lingered a little before wandering up the rest of my body meeting mine. His lips were turned in a frown, but his eyes were filled with lust. "Good morning," I threw a greeting meant for the men in the room. "Good morning U," Maxine replied. Rocco gave a bow and Hollis kept staring dumbfounded or something. "Am I late?" I asked as kindly and brightly as possible. "No, just thinking you’re so beautiful this morning," Hollis complimented trying to take my hand, he br
"We're here." Hollis told me, squeezing my hand gently. I hadn’t even noticed we had arrived. A gorgeous looking woman with a fair distribution of golden hair came rushing towards our car almost immediately, all smiles. Sliding the hem of my dress up, I adjusted my heels. "Try not to give a fuck," he encouraged and I nodded my understanding. A gentle tap came on the window, signaling Hollis to open the door. The moment he did, the golden haired woman rushed to me. "Ugo, oh my God! My gorgeous girl." The woman pulled me into a hug. "I'm Isabella Genovese, you can call me Nana, everybody does." She hugged me again and I returned the hug. She turned to Hollis who quickly pulled me closer to himself. A frown crossed her face. "Put some room between you and the poor girl, we are Catholics for goodness sake." She pulled me away from a smiling Hollis. "Mrs. Genovese, it is such a pleasure to meet you. Hollis could not stop ranting and raving about you," I said as politely as possibl
We walked into an open passageway and turned the corner. I fought not to dig in my heels and skid to a stop. Hollis had presence and gravity, but I was tense at the sight I would see at the table. Mr Genovese sounded like a black hole. He was seated at the head of the long dining table and looked to be in his late fifties. His patterned dress shirt appeared tailored and expensive. His face was rugged, his eyebrows thick and dark, and his hair had a few streaks of silver near the temples. If this was an indication of what Hollis would look like in twenty years, he'd be handsome and distinguished when he was older. But there was a dark, frenetic energy radiating from the older Genovese man, and I could sense it clear across the dining room. A quiet rage boiled just below the surface of his skin. My mouth went totally dry and my throat closed up as Mr. Genovese's discerning gaze discovered me alongside his son. I remembered Hollis's words, 'try not to give a fuck.' I caught a gli
The rest of the lunch went on uneventfully and I couldn't help but steal subtle glances at Isabella, such a powerful woman whose words alone brought calm at least for a few moment. After lunch, the men left the room. Dominico maintained a deep scowl on his face but he knew better to spit any ill word against me again. "For the love of God, don’t be nervous," Isabella said, walking over to sit with me when the both of us moved over to the living room. "You’re young and beautiful. My children already love you, I love you too. And anybody that doesn't will have to because you are Hollis's. You belong to him and you are untouchable. Do you hear me?" I nodded, not sure I was okay with everything she said. 'I belong to Hollis, for real? That's some anti-feminist shit to say' "I wanted to tell her that I wasn't really engaged to her son, that we're faking it because he was trying to keep me alive and I really don't think she should be mad at her husband because of something that isn't
I stood in the room I share with Hollis, pacing the floor. Confusion streaming through my veins. We got back from his family home almost two hours ago and I had expected him inside the room with me. We needed to talk, to clear out the chaos choking at the edges. To arrive at an agreement, to define where we're headed at least. But he halted at the living room and had been there ever since with Maxine. I could hear their muffled voices from here. Initially I thought he just wanted to offer me the privacy of taking a shower and freshening up. Since that had been our routine since I moved into the room with him. So I quickly took a shower, changed into a lighter, simpler outfit and sat waiting for him. After what seemed like an eternity, I gave up and started heading to the sitting room. There was something about Hollis Genovese, he is kind, patient, tolerating, accommodating to me at least. And oh, he easily dominates any room he is in. Those were just the few things I could think of
It wasn't until after lunch which I had alone by the way did Hollis finally stepped into the bedroom we share. And, he brought cupcakes. "A goodwill snack." He said offering me a bag containing three monster cupcakes. "Thank you." I said, excitement tingling on my nerves as I grabbed the paper bag from him. He stood firm at the entrance, staring at me. "A wedding won't change a thing." He said, his voice laced with bouts of reassurance that somehow made me feel relaxed. "We'll go separate ways once I'm certain you'll be safe." He added. I sighed, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. "Your father seem to be the only person that doesn't want me around you." "Yes." "And why is that?" I asked. "You know why, Ugo." "So, we're not having a real wedding, just some make believe stuff with false certificates, right?" "We're having a real wedding, in a real church, with real certificates." My mouth fell open. Could this be any more mortifying. "Surely
Hollis never came back all through the night nor in the morning. Maxine was surprisingly around and came up to check up on me during breakfast. We ended up having a fierce session at the Dojo. A session that broadened into Kickboxing. I was super pissed and it showed in my moves, amusing Maxine as he already figured the reason for my sore mood. "Where does he go all the time? Why can't he tell me and why can't he take me along?" I grumbled. "You want to go?" That was Maxine. I nodded meekly, too curious to say no. "I'll show you, after the wedding." "Seriously, you'll take me there?" "No, I'll only show you. It's a club, one of his businesses that he's handling personally because it's new." He explained. "So how are you preparing for your wedding?" He giggled. I shot him a glare and he tumbled over with laughter. "That's literally the only way to convince ol' Genovese. If not, he would never believe. I just hope you understand." I shrugged. "Do I even have a choice? I'