They lay in silence staring at one another, neither of them daring to make a sound. If this was a dream, then fate was playing a cruel joke.
Antonio had brought her to his home, a secluded villa not too far from his father’s mansion. Where Giovanni Russo lived in opulence, Antonio chose to look the other way. The décor was not flashy but reserved. The epitome of an Italian home.Amy had asked Julie last minute if she would not mind staying over to watch Bailey, Julie did not mind at all. She really was a godsend.Antonio smiled the crooked smile she loved so much, “I never thought I would hold you in my arms again, Principessa. I think I have died and gone to heaven.” He remarks and Amy finds herself laughing quietly. “Don’t be so dramatic, Tony. I’m here, we’re here and together.” She tells him and he holds her close, his face stoic again. “Amy… The whole thing with the RussiAmy opens her eyes to a new day. After Antonio and she had made up one night three weeks ago, she asked him to drop her off at home and he would do so every time she went over to his villa. They took a big step that night, so she would see to it that they take it slow after that. She was not ready to sleep in his bed yet.Sitting up in bed, she brings her legs up to her face still savouring the previous night’s delicious sensations. Antonio had made her feel… beyond words. She knew sex would feel a certain way, but she never thought about what would lead up to it – the foreplay. Antonio seems to be experienced in that department, and she would not hold it against him. She checks her phone for any missed calls or messages and found a text from Antonio, reading the message brought a smile to her face.Te amo, mia Principessa. Sleep well.Remembering Antonio’s admission of love that night had meant t
“Excuse me?!” Amy breathes out, ripping the necklace from around her neck and staring at it. She looked at it closely, but there was nothing outwardly different. No inscription or anything to let her know it was an engagement ring. Then she looked at Antonio for an answer, the anger still lingering behind his eyes.“You did not know. Of course, you didn’t, you are an innocent in all of this.” He walks closer to her and takes the necklace from her, then he put his arms on her shoulders and looks at her with a serious expression. “Amy, Dimitri Baranov is the son of Viktor Baranov. He’s a Bratva prince.” He tried to explain to her, but she felt more confused than calm. A frown plays on her forehead, “You said he was a Bratva prince before, but I have no idea what that means, Tony? He’s royalty?” she asks, and Antonio grinds his teeth in frustration, trying not to get angrier at her ignorance&ld
Antonio arrives 15 minutes later and at this point, Amy was not sure how she would broach this topic with him. She was bound to Dimitri, had been bound to him since she was three years old due to an agreement between two large New York mafia families.And they knew where she lived, and they knew about Bailey.As she opens the door for Antonio, she falls into his arms and sobs her heart out. Antonio, taken aback, holds her tightly and leads them both inside the house. He wasn’t sure what happened in the hour he was gone, but by the looks of things, it was not anything good.Amy composes herself and wipes her tears away. He must surely think she is bipolar by now, telling him to go away one second and crying for him to come back the next. She looks up at him with sadness, knowing nothing good can come of their relationship. “What happened, Amy?” he asks her softly while cupping her face. Amy braces herself. “Do you know anyone by
Amy watches his Emperor leave her home for the last time. They had spent one last night together just laying in one another’s arms and not speaking a word. She knew he couldn’t help her even though he was dying to. She was an offering, a necessary sacrifice.She called Julie and asked her to come around to the house as she needed to discuss a few things with her. She needed to consider Bailey and would not allow her sister to get mixed up in any of this. In order to keep Bailey safe, she would need to leave her in Olivewood under the protection of Julie, the only person she trusted with her sister. This will need to make the necessary arrangements at the diner as well.But first, she needed to sort something out with the man she was to marry. Sighing, she takes out her cellphone and scrolled down to the last number Dimitri had called her from. Bracing herself, she pressed dial – He answers on the third ring.“Amaranthe,
DimitriDimitri watches her sleep. They were on his family’s private jet and on their way to New York. He could tell this whole thing frightened her immensely, but he knew she needed to be afraid, her fear would help her survive his family. The New York Famiglia and Bratva had been waiting over 20 years for this union, and now the two of them would unite the two volatile families.He remembered the first time he saw her in the diner. He had been coming into the diner every night for over the past three months, but she never took notice of him, until he made himself known. Then he found he couldn’t stop coming into the diner every night to speak to her. He knew she was his by right, but he needed to know her first. He needed to know the woman he was to marry.And what a woman she was! She was full of life and spunk and she seized the day as if it were her last. She had grown on him, but he knew he would have to break her t
AmyHolding his hand tightly, Amy is lead to who would be her in-laws in a week’s time. Halfway up the stairs, Dimitri squeezed her hand. Amy looked up at him, but he was looking straight ahead, a steely gaze pinned to his parents. Viktor and Lizabeta Baranov looked like Russian royalty, His mother had pale skin, grey eyes, and was of average height and weight. She held her head high and poised. Wearing an elegant emerald green wrap dress and black platform heels, her long blonde hair cascading in curls down her back, she had a lovely smile on her face, and Amy could not help but smile back. Viktor on the other hand, was an opposing figure in black, watching them with a stoic expression that was the usual look for The Baranovs.“Dimitri,” Lizabeta gushed out, holding her hands out for a hug and Dimitri reciprocates, giving his mother kisses on both cheeks. “Mama,” he greets her and Amy noted the real smile on his fac
Amy Amy paces her room; she had been up since 4 am wracked with nerves. Could she go through with this? She had no one for support here, no one at all, and she felt so utterly alone. Her time spent in New York had been opulent so far, the Baranov’s were classy spenders and showed it. Viktor was still cold towards her, but she had been nothing but polite to him at every turn.Dimitri avoids her like the plague these days. Ever since his half-assed apology in the gardens the other day, she had seen less and less of him. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not. Suddenly her mind goes to her wedding night and she groans. Dimitri will expect her to spread her legs for him tonight, something she hadn’t thought about until now. Another thing for her to worry about today. Great.There was a knock at the door and her heart leaped out of her chest. “Amaranthe, the makeup artist is here.” Came
DimitriDimitri held her hand and led her towards the elevator. They had just arrived at his penthouse after the disaster of a wedding and he could tell Amy was still in shock. Lev parked the SUV and checked the perimeter of the underground parking before giving them the all-clear.He noted that she held onto his hand tightly, a sign that she wanted him to make her feel safe, a feat he knew he could carry out. But would she see the effort he would make? Time would tell. As they step into the elevator with Lev, Boris, and Alexei in tow, Dimitri input the code that would lead them to his penthouse.While the elevator ascended, he squeezed Amy’s hand and smiled at her. She looked at him and gave him a tight smile. Today’s events have left a deep impression on her. The life of a Made Man was never easy, but even more so for their wives. They get traded and kidnapped as if they were the glue holding the organized syndicate together. When th