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Chapter One-Hundred- Eleven
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When I wake up, I’m at home. In my room at the mansion. My mouth feels dry and taste bitter. I throw the blanket off and drag my body to the bathroom I move slowly but I don’t feel sick anymore.
Godfather Alonzo and Greco are dead.
As I shower, I try to wrap my head around all that crazy. Because that’s what it was crazy.
But N
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The first thing I wanted to do when the idea came to me this morning during my walk in the garden was to find my phone and shoot a quick text to Niko. But I talked myself out of it, mostly because I hadn’t exactly figured out what I wanted to go into then, I also wanted to share my splendid idea with my friends, and now I’m glad I did because my conversation with them helped me gain perspective. Now that I have, I’m tempted to the so again. But the concerns raised by Eva and Gianna are quite sound and I wouldn’t want to rush into anything, thereby shooting myself in the foot. Because they’re not exactly wrong. He might very well say no. Niko can be difficult sometimes. Obviously, I have to approach this rationally. By buttering up my husband. I would try to be sly about it but Niko always sees me coming from a mile away, might as well be very straightforward, with some bribery of course to sweeten things up a little. I mean who doesn’t like a little bribery? ** Maybe I s
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Niko is standing in front of the closed door. In a charcoal suit, matching shirt, and an equally black tie. He looks like the dark and dangerous I’d dubbed him when I snuck out of my boarding school and ran into him a year ago. Unaware that I was to marry him. He knew exactly who I was of course Then he’d been perfectly dark. He still is. And like the first time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. “You’re here” Niko pushes away from the door, coming around the table until he is standing in front of me his gaze fixed on me. “You look beautiful, baby” I go up to him, as he leans down to press a swift kiss to my lips. “Thank you” Finally, his eyes take in the candles and flower arrangements then narrows on me with slight suspicion. “This is different” he repeats. My fingers smooth up the soft material of his suit jacket before coming to link together behind his neck “What do you mean by different?” I laughed playfully “Get that look off your face Niko, can’t a girl decide to
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Once again, I can't help but wonder why my cousin has to secure his place, as the only living male son of Manuel Cancio, which makes him boss in Chicago, simple and short. I was absent when Niko took over, but from what I heard there was some tension as is to be expected when there is a change in power, also another reason my mama concluded with Niko to send me away, excluding the fact that I was young, just fifteen, but I dont think it was this bad. They’re only able to this this because my cousin is young and level-headed, compared to Niko, I don’t even see Thomas allowing this kind of insubordination. “They are asking too much, two for the price of one” and by one, I mean one ally. Weddings in the family are a sure way to gain support and allies, If Katherina were to join the Rizzo family, then Carlos should join with another family, what utter nonsense for them to suggest this. It is a wrong political move, even I who is just learning about family politics will advise my cou
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I continued with my studying for the next few days that followed. Excluding weekends, of course, I can’t seem to get anything done when I know he’s home. As I am, my emotions are all over the place and Niko is being very patient with me, I rope him into playing card games with me and Marie-Lu one Saturday, and the little girl anxious at the start, her cards clued to her lips, looking away from him as I explain the rules of the games to Niko, most of them made up by Marie-Lu and I, of course. Halfway into the game, she begins to relax, enough to win the first round, I win the next hand and Niko wins the next three. Gasp! So Marie-Lu and I gang up on him in the next hand, even resorting to hid cards behind me, tossing a wink at Marie-Lu to go with it when she frowns, she nods with a small smile. He still managed to win. I'm trying not to let the frustration get to me as we lose yet another hand, a smirk on his lips as he picks up the decks, shuffling it between his fingers, a diffe
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