My men continued to search for the missing girls for days but there was no progress in the investigation. I had already ordered Frederico to talk with the immigration officers nearest to us to ensure that they didn't try to flee the country so that only meant we need to find them as soon as possible before they snuck off through some illegal means. Meanwhile, Aurelio continued to keep an eye over my operations and businesses as he searched for clues to help him discover where those girls had gone. I didn't intend to make things easy for him at all so I made sure that none of my people cooperated with him and his tactics. Although he tried not to show it, I could see the frustration in his eyes and it delighted me.When I entered the office to begin my work for the day, a man suddenly barged into my office rudely and threw some papers on my table. He growled at me. "My Capo wants information about the girls' families. I don't understand why you are making things fucking hard for every

"You promised me that you would listen to my orders." My gaze hardens on him as he continues to point his gun on a young woman who is currently curling in a corner with fright. The last thing I need is for him to go back on his words that's why I was being so nice to him these last few hours. Our eyes meet as I convey my resolve in my words as if they are a command. "Aurelio, I want them alive."Aurelio seems to waver a bit, lowering his gun and angle lower from the girl's head. I can see his confliction in his voice as he sighs a bit. "You know that there is nothing I can do about it. My orders were to kill on sight.""You had your men follow us?" I arch my eyebrow at him but he mistakes it for anger and retreats a little upon hearing my tone. I smile a little as I now realize that he was probably using me the same way I was using him. "You are really something else, Bloodthirst.""Anything less would make me unworthy of being a Capo of Diff’rent Strokes." He returns my smile with on

I dreamt about my parents this time. I could see them fighting again but maybe, it was a one side beating like it had always been with my mother at the receiving end. I could hear their voices screaming at each other while I hid in the corner quietly praying that my uncle wouldn't come and make matters worse. Our houses were not far from each other and my father listened to him too much, hearing him preach absurd things like how a woman in the mafia is meant to attend to her man's needs all the time and worship him like a god......My mother returns to me later and tries to check up on me but the first thing I noticed is the change of clothes she had from a short or transparent one to a long, opaque shirt. Her face looks just fine but that's only because for some reason, my father didn't want his only child to find out he was beating his wife so he never hurt her in obvious places that could be seen. I want to touch her but I am afraid of hurting her so I continue to wrap my tiny han

The next days in California was like a dream to me, the dream that I had always wanted since the day I married Dante. Ever since our reconcilation, he would come back home early to see Pedro and then we would spend some time talking to each other. We both never crossed the invisible boundary set and only ventured into light hearted topics as we laughed over the simple things about life.I found myself slipping deeper into the illusion that was created to myself when I asked him to come share the bedroom with me. He seemed very conflicted about my request so I had no choice but to explain. "I just don't want you to keep sleeping in the living room since it might be very uncomfortable. Besides, it's not that hard to share a bed, right?"Dante didn't respond immediately but I could feel the pressure from his inscrutable eyes so I bit my lips while looking away to stare at the wall. The silence in the room had become a bit ambiguous with me debating internally if it was still possible for

I left no stone unturned in Dante's house after my discovery of his well hidden plans. The whole place was a mess but I didn't care since I knew the housekeeper would be visiting us the next day. It wasn't easy to find anything but the each paper I managed to get my hands on, only fuelled my conviction that my husband was up to no good. I kept all of them in my bag because I still wanted them as leverage against him in case he got on my bad side. I reached out to one of my undercover associates in order to find out what I needed to get a possible divorce approved and she promised to help me with it. When I was done with all my tasks, I started searching for Pedro until I found him in a corner of the hallway curled up on the rug. We hadn't really talked to each other since our big fight so I knew that his behavior was not really surprising. I approached him and tapped his little back gently to wake him up. "Pedro darling, go to your room and sleep. You will fall sick if you catch a co