Andrew Deluca The plan was set. We were going to rescue Emma. Giovanni thought he could threaten me and play his dirty little game, but he couldn't. I knew Emma was too good for me. She was gentle, sweet, and different from me. I was raised to be who I am, a ruthless mafia man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, regardless of others. I was selfish, and I admitted it. I forced her to marry me because it served my interests, and I knew it was only beneficial for me. What I didn't anticipate was that I would find her to be a genuinely nice person, and more than that, I saw feelings. But it would never work. I believed I didn't deserve something like that, so I would go and ruin it. It was easier for me to handle things this way. Lorenzo was busy in the corner of the room, studying a detailed map of the area surrounding the warehouse where we believed Emma was being held captive. Every detail was crucial for us to get out of there alive and with Emma. I deceived him, told h

Andrew DeLucaEmma made me question everything I felt and everything I had lived in the past few years of my life in the mafia. She wasn't like other women; they wanted my money, status, fame, and power. A lot of power. But Emma Campbell was different; her gaze exuded peace.And I didn't know how to deal with it.When we kissed, I wondered if this was right. It wasn't the time for me to deal with something romantic; I had other important things to focus on. Maybe she was right; perhaps we should leave it as it is. We shouldn't let this go beyond a contract.There's always that saying that opposites attract, but I think that only works in movies and books.All I know is that this was a problem. Whatever this relationship was between us, it couldn't end well. I had just threatened her father, and practically forced her to live with me. Well, maybe not practically...But deep down, I knew she hated me. And it wasn't a surprise; a lot of people hated me, and the list kept growing.I had a

Emma My words left Ize in shock. Her eyes widened, and her expression betrayed the surprise I had expected. She finally managed to articulate, her voice sounding surprised and uncertain. "What did you say?" Ize asked, clearly perplexed. I nodded, feeling my face flush. "I know it's crazy, Ize, but I can't help these feelings. The way he looks at me, the way he protects me... I'm not sure." Ize stared at me, still processing my words. It was hard to believe that I could have developed feelings for her brother, considering the peculiar circumstances of our marriage. It was a contract. "Emma, I... I don't know what to say," Ize murmured, clearly taken aback. "Please, Ize, promise me you won't tell Andrew. I should have never said this." Ize nodded, finally finding her words. "I promise, Emma. Your trust is important to me. But you need to understand that this is complicated. I know my brother, I've known him forever, I know how he thinks, how he acts. I've never seen him fall in

Emma After Andrew left the room, I took a deep breath and lay down on the bed. I didn't want to go downstairs for dinner or do anything. I just wanted to stay here, lying in the inertia of my thoughts. The way he kissed me, the way he possessed my body was fascinating. I couldn't get him out of my mind for even a second. I knew there were only six months left, just six months until the marriage contract could end, and I could move on with my life without the remnants of the mafia in it. But I didn't know how I could live after going through all of this with them. How could I forget Ize, how I created a connection that seemed to be from other lives? I didn't know how I would move on, so all that was left for me was to wait... wait to see what would happen. Could I really leave this world behind? My thoughts were interrupted by a overwhelming wave of nausea. I rushed to the bathroom, my stomach churning. It wasn't the first time this had happened since the kidnapping. The trauma I ex

Andrew DeLuca I observe my possible brother's face closely through the window. His gestures, his way of acting, were identical to Ize and my mother's, but I had no idea from whom I had inherited these traits. I didn't even know who I resembled. Perhaps I was unique. I was becoming more convinced that he was indeed my brother, and I didn't know what to do about it. I didn't want to keep him captive, but I couldn't trust him enough to set him free.First, I needed to gather enough evidence to prove that his father was a scoundrel of the worst kind."We heard what Moretti did to you, Don. If you want to seek revenge, we're in it for your honor," one of the mobsters said."Thank you, Carlo, but for now, I'm thinking. An epic revenge is much better than something done in the heat of anger," I said coldly.I could think of a million places I'd rather be right now, but these Cosa Nostra meetings had to happen regularly. Lead