A New Life
Alessia's POV I packed the little I could, dragging my luggage behind me. I was leaving everything behind. I booked a flight to the United States, far away from the chaos in my life. In the U.S., I built a new life. During my first month serving as a waitress to raise some extra cash and keep a low profile. I fainted while delivering a cup of coffee to a customer. Nothing could have prepared me, when the nurse told me I was pregnant. Seven months after arriving, I have both my twins, a boy and a girl, Lorenzo and Elena. They were my light in the dark, the reason I kept going when it seemed impossible. I worked hard to provide for them, juggling my studies and motherhood as best I could. After a year, I graduated first in my class, and my cybersecurity skills were soon recognized, making me one of the most sought-after analysts in the field. Companies vied for my services, and I felt like I finally had a handle on life. Lorenzo and Elena grew up to be intelligent, inquisitive children; Lorenzo loved solving puzzles, and Elena shared my fascination with computers. Seeing them flourish served as a daily reminder that leaving Italy had been the right decision. Six Years Later: When I checked my work email one morning, I saw a message that made my stomach turn. I was asked to move to Italy to finish a task. “What in the world?” I muttered. Italy was the last place I wanted to ever go to. I reread the email three times hoping I had misread it but I didn't. I quickly sent an email to my firm. As I considered turning around, my heart raced…the risk, the suffering, and the memories. I sent my supervisor an email right away to request an alternative posting. I pleaded my case over the phone when that failed. “Alessia,” my boss said, “it's a done deal. This client expressly asked for you, and you're the best we have. There is no escape from this situation.” I hung up, feeling trapped. Why did it have to be Italy? I picked my phone and dialed Ella's number. She was still my best friend and we had kept in touch over the years even after I left. “Alessia, you can't avoid Italy forever. It's still your home. Don't you think this is a fight from the universe?” She asked, trying so hard to explain the situation. “A sign?” I scoffed. “More like hell. It's my past coming back to haunt me.” “Alessia, stop it. I don't see it that way. Maybe it's a sign for you to face your past. You can't keep running all your life,” she said gently. “You're not alone. Please, come back. I have missed my best friend and I want my twins to enjoy their home land.” “Your twins?” I asked, chuckling. “Yes, you might have given birth to them, but I'm still their godmother,” Ella chimed. “Hey, just remember. I'll always be by your side. We'll figure it out together,” she cooed. I wanted to argue, but couldn't. I exhaled and accepted my fate. “You do know how to sweet talk your way into everything.” “It's one of my many talents,” Ella praised and hung up. I thought about quitting my job, but the truth was I couldn't afford to at the moment. The firm had paid me double of what the other company would and raising twins wasn't cheap. The money allowed the twins and I to have a stable comfortable life. I ran my hand through my hair and glanced at the email. I was stuck and I knew it. I took out my MacBook and signed the contract for the new job. A few days later, I told Lorenzo and Elena about the move, and I was surprised they were excited. “We’re going to Italy?” Lorenzo asked. “Where’s that?” “It’s far away,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s where Mommy grew up.” “Will we see Grandma and Grandpa?” Elena asked. I froze for a moment before shaking my head. “No, sweetheart. They’re… not around anymore.” “Will aunt Ella be there?” Lorenzo asked. He was super cute when he got excited. “Yeah, she'll be waiting for us,” I answered. “Yaaay!” They cheered and I watched them happily. I felt a little sadness in my heart as I remembered my family. I couldn't tell the twins yet, they were too young to understand the world I had escaped from. The hardest part was packing up. It was bittersweet as I had built so much here. The friends, career, and a sense of safety. ******* It was a lengthy flight to Italy, and every hour made me more anxious. By the time we touched down, I thought my heart would crack open. At the airport, Ella was there to greet us. She rushed over to embrace me tightly. “Welcome home,” she replied, grinning. With a worried glance around me, I whispered, “This doesn't feel like home.” I loaded the twins and our bags into Ella's car with her assistance. She told me everything I had missed on the way to her place. “There hasn't been any crazy activity in the city in years. And did I tell you my clothing business has been growing. I'll take you around for a tour later,” she remarked, looking at me. “I can't wait,” I answered, smiling. The twins are their ice cream Ella had brought for them and argued endlessly as we drove. They stopped once we got to Ella's house and I finally had a moment of peace. Settling into Ella’s apartment was chaotic but comforting. The twins adored her, and she spoiled them with gifts and toys. ****** I took in a deep breath and exhaled as I kept reciting to myself. “You’ve got this, Alessia.” When I was sure I had convinced myself, I adjusted my white sleeves and stepped into the company, handling my paperwork to the receptionist with a bright smile. She responded with a lovely smile and directed me to a conference room. While I waited, I felt anxious. Something felt off, but I couldn't tell what it was. I tried to calm myself the best I could. I shouldn't feel this way. It wasn't my first interview. I heard the door creak open, followed by the click of measured, deliberate footsteps. My heartbeat rose and I counted silently. I slowly lifted my gaze and froze. My hands gripped the papers in my hand as I stared at the one person I had never hoped to see. “Dominic,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hello, Alessia,” he replied coldly.Allesia povI should’ve known the second round of pregnancy would hit harder. I wasn’t twenty-three anymore, I wasn’t hiding from the mafia, and I certainly wasn’t ready to swell like a balloon all over again.I knew Dominic was taking his time to be a father he wasn't when I was pregnant with the twins. He was absolutely dotting, never complaining and understanding. Sometimes, I feel bad for talking to him in horrible ways, but I couldn't help it. I had to blame it on the hormones.By the third month, my belly had already begun to show. It wasn’t huge per se—just enough to make every pair of jeans feel like betrayal and every fitted top a personal insult. The moment I waddled into the kitchen wearing Dominic’s oversized hoodie, Ella gasped like she’d seen Beyoncé.“MOMMY, YOU’RE ROUND!” She screamed with wide eyes.Dominic nearly choked on his coffee.“Thank you, darling,” I said dryly, rubbing my stomach. “I was hoping someone would point that out.” I said sarcastically.Elijah peer
Dominic's POV“Kids,” I said, crouching down in front of the twins. “We’re going to have to head home early.”Ella's face dropped dramatically. “But why? Ee are not to leave until Monday.” she said sadly, her eyes dropping."I'm so sorry, but your mum is not feeling to well," I said deadpan. I hate to be the one announcing a bad news.“Is Mom okay?” Eli asked, suddenly serious.I glanced toward the closed door of the bathroom where Alessia had been locked in for nearly half an hour. The sounds of retching had stopped, thankfully, but the worry hadn’t.“Let's just say she’s not feeling great,” I said gently, brushing Ella’s hair back. “So we need to get her to the doctor. We’ll come back another time. Promise.” I said truthfully.The disappointment in their eyes faded quickly when Alessia stepped out, pale-faced but managing a smile. “Sorry, guys. Looks like the the vacation is ruined”Elijah gave her a quick hug. “Get better soon, Mom.”Ella nodded. “And maybe next time we won’t let D
Dominic’s POVMarco didn’t say much the next morning. He stood in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, a plane ticket to New York tucked into the front pocket of his jacket. Alessia lingered beside him, arms folded across her chest, trying to hide the chaos of emotions swirling behind her calm.“You don’t have to go yet,” she said quietly.Marco gave her a faint smile. “I think I do.”He looked at me with a smirk.He looked healthier now, more focused. The circles under his eyes were still there, but they were less haunted, like he had finally let go.“We both know my presence here is too much,” he continued. “You’ve got your family now. Your peace and I won’t want to disturb that.”I respected him for that. For knowing when to step back. But I also knew how much it cost him to walk away from his sister again. He had barely gotten to know the twins. And Alessia, well, she never said it, but I knew this goodbye was breaking something in her.“You’ll visit?” she asked, her
Dominic's POVAlessia had always been insatiable. She was always looking forward to do it anywhere at all. I had to keep her sane for the sake of our children.I was yet to agree to fully go down on her, but we definitely tried to have phone whenever we can. We had already made plans to go to the UK, but we had to consider the children's education and we planning to go there during the summer.Marco, who I had expected to leave decided that he was going to stay for more days to reconnect and reunite with his sister. I couldn't blame the poor guy. He had been underground for years when he could just come out and see his sister. He had also been making remarkable progress with the twins. They are always in his hair, everywhere, and always making fun of his hair. I think he enjoys being an uncle that much.We have had so many challenges, but right now, I just want peace and quietness. And for the first time in my selfish life, I wanted to settle into it. Not just for Alessia. But for me
Dominic’s POVI never knew this was how freedom smelt like. Victor had always been a part of my life, without me even knowing. I finally knew what I was finally free.There are certain kinds of silence that speak louder than words. The kind that comes after battle. After you’ve seen the ugliest parts of yourself reflected in someone else’s eyes and still, they stay.That was the kind of silence in the room when Marco stepped through the threshold and met the twins for the first time.He didn’t say anything at first. Neither did they. Alessia stood just a little to the side, like she couldn’t breathe. Like the air that was shared between them was too fragile to touch.Elijah, bold and curious as always, tilted his head. “Are you mama’s brother?”Marco knelt slowly, not tearing his gaze away. “I am.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you. Either of you.” He said, holding their both cheeks.The girl, Ella, frowned cutely. “Are you gonna go again?”“No,” he said, shaking h
Alessia’s POVI never imagined the day would come when I’d willingly walk into Victor’s mansion again. That house had once been a symbol of everything that broke me, its walls echoing with betrayal. Now, I wasn’t just back. I was back with fire in my veins and justice clenched tightly in my fists.Marco had finally had enough.It happened the night Sophia’s people came for him. They didn’t know he’d survived worse. But they also didn’t know that I was very much capable of fighting back. When he got away—bruised but breathing—he knew what came next wasn’t fear. It was war.“They won’t stop, not until we stop them first,” Marco had said, standing over a table scattered with files, photos, bank slips. His voice was cold, determined.We didn’t need more motivation. Dom and I had been circling justice for weeks, dancing around truth and consequences. But the attack on Marco felt personal. It reminded us that survival wasn't enough. We had to win.“We’re not just exposing Victor,” Dominic s