Alessa Romano is a hired assassin that was paid by La Corona Nera (The Black Crown) to kill boss) of their rival mafia clan, I Signori Della Notte (The Lords of the night), whose name is Marco De Luca. She gets captured by their boss on her first attempt and is held captive by the clan and is offered a contract; she would have to kill the leader of the La Corona Nera, group in exchange for her freedom. In order to achieve that goal, they agree that the have to be come in the public together and get her familiar with the mafia world. They get into a contract marriage that is to last for as long as it takes to bring down their rivals but things being to get complicated as they gradually fall in love and have to fight for their love against all odds.
View MoreMarco De Luca woke up from sleep and looked around him, he sighed disappointedly went he saw the two ladies that laid naked beside him. He was already growing annoyed at the sight of their porcelain bodies lying peacefully beside him. Yes, the sex was good but he needed them out of his penthouse immediately, so he rudely shook them awake. They grumbled as they woke up and started touching his shoulders, thighs and any other parts of him their sluggish hands could reach, thinking he was waking them up for another bout of sex.
“Get out of here immediately”, he growled and stood up from the bed and went to the bedstand, he pulled out a gun from the drawer and showed the ladies.
“I am going to go and take a shower; I don’t want to come and meet either of you here or else…” he paused and waved the weapon in from of the scared ladies who were suddenly widely awake and bundled together. The sight made him chuckle slightly. “The good news though is, I don’t take so long in the bathroom. Ten minutes at most and I am out, that should give you ample time to get dressed and get the fuck out”.
He said and walked away into the adjoining bathroom, waving the gun as he went to make sure the women understood that he really meant what he said. He heard them grumble, then curse him silently before the scurried around to get dressed. Few minutes under the shower and he heard the door slam shut to indicate that the sluts he brought had left and he suddenly felt a lot much better.
He came out of the shower and dressed in a black dress-shirt and black pant trouser which complimented his dark aura. His long dark brown hair was packed into a short ponytail and that gave him a serious but sexy look. He heard his phone ring and picked it from where he had charged it overnight and read the caller ID; Padre (father).
“Father…”, he answered the call with respect as he walked out of the penthouse and made his war to his sport car. He checked the time on his watch, it was 7:43. He was glad that he would be punctual as usual to the gang meeting, he hated lateness.
“Where are you son?” his father asked from the other side of the phone.
“I am on my way home. I should arrive before ten minutes elapses if all goes as planned”, he said as he got into the car, turned on his ignition and connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth.
“Magnifico. Call your brother and remind him that tardiness would be highly frown upon”, his father said and ended the call immediately. Marco frowned and the thought of his immediate younger brother, Rafael. At age 26, he was still acting like a teenager and misbehaving around. What was more annoying was the fact that he had to always clean up after his brother and that was starting to get tiring, but his father would always drum into his ear “la famiglia é tutto ealla fine della giornata, hai solo la famiglia al tuo angolo” (family is everything and at the end of the day, you only have family at your corner).
At this point, he was very sure he was down for punching this particular family into that corner and make sure he never steps a foot out again but he sighed and resigned to calling his brother. The caller ID showed Fratellino (little brother) and a couple of rings later, the call was answered.
“Let me guess, you forgot today’s meeting Rafael, didn’t you?” Marco growled at a half-sleepy Rafael who suddenly jolted fully awake.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, Rafael said in frustration and Luca could hear him scramble around, he pulled the gear to drive and tilted into the road and immediately cut the call on a confused Rafael.
Few minutes later and he pulled up to the front of the Marco's house and home to the La Corona Nera mafia group. He packed the car and handed the key to one of the valets as he walked into the meeting room, completely ignoring the greetings made by the scared maids. He saw his father and his uncle who also doubled as the consigliere of the group, they were the only ones there.
“Welcome my boy”, his father said with a smile while his uncle acknowledged him with a nodded, but he felt uncomfortable immediately at the warmness he was receiving from them. They must be a reason for this and he was sure that they were conniving something in regards to him, he just did not know if it was something he had to be worried about.
“Father, uncle”, he replied the greetings with a bow.
“Sit down”, his father gestured to a seat beside him and he sat down but gave them a calculative look. “There is something of utmost importance I have to discuss with you before the others arrive”
“I’m listening father”.
“I am getting too old for this, I want to resign and I am passing on the clan to you. You will be their new leader, their Capo.”
“Father, what do you mean you are too old? You are still as active as ever”
“I know my body and bones and I know it is time for me to take a step back. I know the gang in your hands is safe and would probably be better than it is now. But you would need help, that takes me to the next topic of discussion”
His father and uncle shared a look he was not so sure he was comfortable with, especially with the new news that he had just received. “What is it father?”
“Your uncle and I have had an extensive discussion and we have deemed it fit for Sophia his daughter, to be your betrothed.”
“What?” he asked, getting up to his feet in utter confusion. “That is completely absurd”
“Except you can find a woman and get married to her in four months’ time, Sophia is to marry you four months after your coronation as Capofamaliglia and that is final.
Before Marca could protest, people had started filing in for the meeting and that was the end of that conversation until probably after this meeting, Marco sat in silence and annoyance throughout the whole meeting session. He could not wait to leave the room and take his car out for
a spin to clear his head.
The silence in the room was loud. Isabella's face was corroded with a vile smirk. She knows Alessa never saw that coming. Alessa was standing still, her face pale. She couldn’t even move a muscle. It seemed as though she had gone into a paralytic state. Isabella held her shoulders and began speaking, “You see why I want what is best for you?” She said bending her head to see Alessa's face completely. “He left us, he abandoned you, and now I want to bring everything you should’ve had back to you. I intend to bring the world you deserve to your feet”Alessa was still lost for words. She shrugged her shoulders to release herself from Isabella’s grip. She went over to the velvet oversized armchair in the room and sat and folded her hands between her legs. Isabella went to stand by her. “You don’t have to think much about it. I know it’s a lot to process right now, so I think I should just leave you to it,” she said as she began walking towards the door. “I will be back later.”“Wait…!”
Marco drove straight to the mansion to see his father. He was furious about everything that had happened, and the thought that much of what had happened could be traced back to Rafael’s betrayal. “Che cosa speri persino di guadagnare da quello?” (What do you even hope to gain from that?)“Cosa possono darti che la famiglia non ti darà?” (What can they give you that family won’t?) Marco kept asking out loud as though his brother were there. Marco was furious, but kept his mind clear and focused on the road as he drove down to his family home. His blood-stained shirt hugged his body tightly as it was really drenched in Rafael’s blood. He passed slowly through the grand gates of the Vincenzo mansion as he got to them. The compound was swarming with maids in white and black apparel, and security men who seemed entirely focused.“Il padre deve avere un visitatore importante in giro.” (Father must have a notable visitor around)Marco thought to himself as he parked his car. Marco had par
Alessa's phone buzzed, and a message showed up on her screen. She picked up the phone to check the text she’d gotten. It was a text from Marco. She unlocked her phone and read the text, “Rafael is the mole. Isabella is Vittorio’s biological daughter.” It was a short and concise text with more weight than a thousand-word essay. Alessa sat quietly, her lips tightly sealed, as she had nothing to say.“Knock, knock,” came the knocking sound on the door of her room. She became alert. “ Who’s there?” she asked as she sat erect from the bed. “I’m the one, La mia sorellina,” Isabella answered from the door. “I have something for you”Alessa reluctantly stood from the bed and walked to the door. “What do you want now?” She asked as she opened the door. Her countenance did little to hide her discomfort. She would rather not be there, she just wanted to go back to her life, to being Alessa Romano, the skilled assassin who lived independently. “I just came to talk. What is wrong with you, did yo
Marco stood at the entrance of The Fezalaro Club and scanned the interior of the club with his eyes in search of Lita, but he couldn’t catch sight of her, so he went into the club to look better. Inside, he ordered a glass of water, which he sipped while keeping watch. He saw one of the men who walked into the club with Lita Romano coming out of a secluded area of the club and immediately knew she would be there. But how does he get there? He thought to himself. Marco followed the lean, tall guy who had been with Lita as he came out of the clubhouse. He followed at a good distance and made sure he wasn’t alerting his prey that he was following him. When they got to the lonely private garage of The Fezalaro Club, Luca doubled his pace to approach the man. As the man noticed Marco was approaching him hastily, he pulled his weapon from a holster on his waist and turned around, but he was too slow and Luca had already closed in on him. Marco landed a heavy backhand blow on the side of
Isabella’s deadline was fast approaching and Alessa, knowing her well enough, knows she’ll keep her word and kill Antonio.What could she do now? She thought to herself, but nothing came to mind. She knew she had to take herself to Isabella if Antonio had to walk free. “I will go to Isabella tomorrow,” she said, finally breaking the loud silence that had been in the penthouse ever since she asked about Carlo Salvatore. “I don’t have any other choice. Isabella wants me, so I might just go to her.”“No, that is not going to happen!” Marco said, in an almost roaring voice, as he stood up from the sofa where he sat. He didn’t realize the bottle of champagne he was drinking was still in his hands. “What other choice do we have?” Alessa asked genuinely. Marco's grip tightened on the bottle of champagne as he realized he held the bottle in his hand. “I don’t know… yet. We have to figure something out. Going to the cagna is too dangerous.” He placed the champagne bottle down on the table,
Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground. His eyes told a heavy real story. One was milky white and blinded, blinded in a long-forgotten knife fight. He never hid his dead eye from the world. As he would always say he let people see through his gaze and tell what sort of man he was: a man who could look with compassion but had no mercy at all. Carlo Salvatore was what many would describe as unyielding. He was brutal and enigmatic. He had a fast rise through the ranks in I Signori Della Notte because of his commitment and dedication. No one, absolute
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