Pov: AndreJesus fucking Christ, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I held her to me, like that would stop her from crying. And maybe it did. We stayed like that for a few minutes until her sobs turned to dull whimpers.Suddenly she pushed away from me, sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that.""You don't want your mum to get married." .She froze. And thawed. "I... It's not that. It's just...""It's just what?"She pried her lips open to speak but the words never quite made it out. "It's nothing." She said finally. "If I say it, I'll just sound like a whiny bitch. You already think I'm a whore, I wouldn't want to add spoiled brat to the list."With that, she stood up and left, walking back into the party, her shimmering dress disappearing into the crowd.I followed after her, my gaze intent on her as I slipped into the shadows, pouring a finger of whiskey out for myself. I sipped from the cup, never allowing her to leave my line of si
Pov: AndreI realized my predicament immediately, after Bianca slipped her silly soft arms around my neck, her honeycomb scent bursting in my nostrils."Let me guess," she said, after I just stood there, motionless in front of her like a sack of nothing. "You don't know how to dance."I didn't bother to grace her with a response. All my time was spent learning the family trade when I was little. Learning how to run, fight, break bones, set them back, torture, maim and kill. I had no time to learn useless things like dancing.Her hands slid down my arm, frying my thinking process. Her red lips parted into a beautiful smile, glittering white teeth peeking out, lush green eyes piercing into mine, and then she took my hands in hers and placed them on her tiny waist.This close to her and so far from lust, I could appreciate her lithe, slender form more reverently. Her waist was so small that both my hands spanned nearly halfway across her sides.She leaned into me, so close than was deeme
11: Start a warPov: AndreI noticed something was wrong the moment I walked back into the party. Bianca wasn't where I had left her at the wine table. She wasn't on the dancefloor either.I looked around, my heart pumping dread into my chest.Suddenly, a tiny body ran into me and I looked down at the little creature only for my cousin's head to bob up at me."Andre!" He squealed."Nico," I chuckled, ruffling his chocolate brown hair. "How've you been?""Will you teach me to shoot tomorrow?""Soon, Nico."He pouted. "But I'm twelve now. My mama said you learned when you were ten!"I let out a deep sigh, my face twisting into fond exasperation at him.He was my littlest cousin and the only cousin I actually tolerated in the family. "Okay," I sighed, giving in. "How about next weekend?"He face lit up in joy and he flashed me a toothy grin. "You got it, Andre."I wiped a thumb at the smile tugging at my lips as I watched him turn around and scamper back to his mother that had been sta
Pov: BiancaThe wedding was in two weeks. And today we were fine tuning the details."Wow, Mária," Ines cooed, holding up a picture of the colour theme my mother had chosen. "I think this is a lovely colour you picked.""It's an awful colour," I sniffed, not looking up from my magazine. I was perched on one of the plush seats in the dining room, early morning sun washed into the room through the glass walls.Mama had picked rose gold as the colour theme for the wedding and in truth, I had no hatred for the colour but since I let the resentment spill out the other day, it was hard reigning it back in. It had been reignited and there was nothing on this earth that could put the livid fire out.I wasn't even sure why I was here. Why she insisted on having me over. They fine details of the wedding has already been decided on before I even RSVP'd their introductory dinner invitation. Nothing I said could change what had already been set up. Still, I tried to make my mother as uncomfortab
Pov: Bianca"And who will your strong man be?"She blushed profusely, releasing my hand. "Creed," she whispered. My eyebrows furrowed. "Should I know who that is?"She shook her head, her blush intensifying. "He's the future underboss of Philadelphia. He's five years my senior but he's kind and patient.""And you know all these because...""We used to be friends when we were little. He was my crush." She added shyly. "Before he left for school in Italy, he showed interest for my hand to Andre.""And let me guess, Andre benevolently handed you over because he was sweet and nice and safe," I said sarcastically.She looked at me, brown eyes flashing with a seriousness I didn't see coming. "I had a choice."Her words made a kernel of hope sputter in my chest. "You did?""Yes. I was only fifteen at the time, Andre made it clear that no one was forcing me into doing this. I could back out if I wanted. I can still back out now if I wanted, even though the contract has been signed already,"
Pov: AndreIt was the day of the wedding. We were at the reception and so far, things were going perfectly. Too perfectly. Not a hitch, not a squabble, nobody had gotten shot in the head so far. It was a good day.After the surprise attack last week in one of my restaurants and Leon being perforated with enough bullets to kill a grown man, I had trippled the guards that protected my family and tightened security around our homes, knowing that the Polish would want to strike at a time when we're all gathered together.Once the wedding was over, I would have to break the news to Bianca that she would have to leave that dump she called her apartment and move into one fit enough for a mafia princess.Speaking of the devil, she suddenly glided across the room, an apparition in black of all colours, and blood red on her lips.She was wearing a cheap dress with a glittering tulle fabric even more scandalous than the last one. The strappy sleeves fell down her shoulders seductively and stylish
Pov: Andre"At this point, you can't be any more obvious, Dre.""Go away, Leon before I shoot your other hand and make you truly handicapped.""Is this the thanks I get for trying to keep you company?"I sighed. "If you have nothing important to report, leave. I prefer my own company."He laughed, shaking his dark blonde hair out of his eyes. "You wound me, man."I shrugged and sipped my whiskey.At the moment, Bianca was tipsy. Not too drunk to make a fool of herself but drunk enough that she wasn't as aware of her surroundings as she should be.Alexei had kept his word and stayed away from her, but his eyes would occasionally meet mine and I knew he was waiting till when the reception was over to talk to me.I wish the rest of the men would take the hint. So far, no one was acting out with their dicks yet, but the night was still young and alcohol has had the best of better men.My father and Mária had left the reception early at my coercion. I had been paranoid enough to send Inés
Pov: BiancaMy legs were shaking as I left the dancefloor and went upstairs to quiet the throbbing in my skull from all the music, dancing and alcohol. I was tipsy, cranky and lost.I had been given a room in the DiMarco mansion to stay in, in case the reception ended too late.It wasn't my intention to sleep over but I could barely keep myself upright and the more I searched for my room, the more hopeless it got until I was sure I was getting myself even more lost.I made a turn on my left and rested my hand on the doorknob of the first door I found but voices from within the room stopped me. Voices, some of which I recognized."I heard the Polish are giving you a tough time," I heard the cold monotone of a man."Yes. They planned something today," Andre confirmed."You mean the Polish tried to attack here? With all of us gathered in one place." That calm alto belonged to Alexei."They planned to kill my stepsister." Andre corrected, his hardened detached voice sent a noose tightenin