Massimo Visconti is a name which spelled doom whenever it was mentioned.
Belonging to a devil who's custom-made from hell. The merciless boss of the Cosa Nostra who's allergic to forgiveness and giving second chances. As Massimo kept his eyes zeroed on Violette who's still sitting helplessly on the ground, Violette couldn't help but recall every evil thing she has heard about this man. She shivered like a leaf in storm, and she slowly looked away from those dark eyes, facing the ground. Massimo stretched his hand sidewards, and the other guy placed a combat knife in it. "Get up" Massimo commanded, and Violette had to look up again. How is she supposed to stand with her hand tied behind like this? She pushed the pessimistic thought away and tried to stand, but that definitely was a bad choice. She was able to stand, but she staggered forward, almost knocking herself into Massimo. Massimo moved out of the way, and she fell back to the ground, hurting her knees. "Hmmp!" A gasp left her mouth, and Massimo's face turned disappointed as he watched her bleed. Is this really the same woman who stabbed her groom to death on the alter? His brows twitched, and that little act triggered Violette. She's not a weakling, and no man is allowed to look down on her no matter who. Determined, she pushed herself to her feet, and she did it cleanly, standing in front of him. "What businesses do you have with me, Mr. Visconti?" She raised her chin bravely. The man smirked with a toxic edge, grabbing her arm and turning her around in a swift twist. The knife with him made just one contact with the knot she was tied with. It was too professional, and when the rope fell on the ground, she quickly faced him, swallowing again. Their eyes met, and his own seems to hold a thousand midnights as it clashed with hers. "Talking here would be attempted murder," he said, looking around at the smelly sawdust everywhere. It's really a messy stable. "Tag along" he finished the statement, exiting the building with one hand inserted into his pocket. The other guy carried unconscious Carla, and Violette didn't bother to ask what they want with Carla too, she just followed him out. Despite the ache in her bones and killing stings in her skull and knees, she followed without thinking. If there's a safe place to hide from the cops, it'd be with a powerful mafia boss. Not like she's scared of going to jail, but maybe she could use more time before getting captured again. Whatever is in stock for her, should better be in her good interest. -- "What would you like to have, miss?" A server dressed in immaculate white uniform asked with a welcoming smile, and Violette looked over at the other side of the wide table where Massimo sat like a king with the other guy behind him. Violette got to know his name was Paolo during the drive here, and he's Massimo's closest man. They're currently in a private dinner called 'Tavola Italian', but food is the least of Violette's issues presently. "I'm not hungry" she told the server who instantly stepped away. Violette's eyes went to the end of the table again to see Paolo saying something into Massimo's ear, and her patience vanished. "What are we doing here?" She asked firmly, her fists folded on her laps under the table. Paolo stepped back from Massimo, seems he has finished telling him whatever he was saying. "Eat" Massimo replied, his eyes settling on her. "I just said I'm not hungry, this ain't the time to eat" she retorted, surprised that she didn't stutter. "It's either you eat and we get this over with, or you don't, and we spend the rest of the day sitting here" he replied blankly. Violette knew he wasn't bluffing, and the last thing she'd want to do is spend the rest of her time before jail here. Also, she's curious about what he wants from her, so she gave in. She called the server back, and she could feel Massimo's piercing eyes on herself as she ordered a dish of pasta and simple pineapple juice. Massimo's face made a strange glitch immediately she ordered that, but she didn't care. She was taping her foot on the ground, glaring at both Massimo and Paolo without minding the consequences till her meal arrived. The pasta barely hit the table before she began eating fast, and though it's madly delicious, she had no time to savour the taste well. She ate five mouthfuls before drinking the pineapple juice to wash it down. "This is the last time you'd be taking pineapple juice" Massimo's commanding voice came from the table end, and she lifted her lids at him, questioning him with her eyes and the cup still intact between her full lips. "You're gonna be acting as my dead wife, and pineapple is the one thing she was allergic to" he continued, making her choke on the juice. She spilled juice all-over the clothed table and on herself, and she clumsily got tissues, wiping the mess she made hurriedly before facing him. "What did you say?" Massimo snapped his fingers, and Paolo dropped a brown envelope on the table. Impatiently, Violette took it and emptied the content on the table. Her shock was raw when she saw pictures of herself, but the only difference is the eyes. While her eyes are hazel, the eyes in the pictures are emerald. Apart from that, they're literally the same, even the blonde hair. "This is...your...dead wife?" Violette asked in a drawl. "You're smart, yes. That's Teresa Lombardi, the woman you'll be" Massimo replied crisply, resting his elbows on the table and interlocking his fingers. His stiff shoulders strained against his suit in the process, the movement intentional. "Wait," Violette stood, shutting her eyes for a while before opening it. "Why would I—" "I'll help you live freely, and you won't have to go to jail for killing your groom" Massimo declared, and her butt landed back on the chair. "Where is the contract?" she asked thoughtlessly. What's there to think about? She accepted that her life was over immediately she stabbed Dominic, but now that an opportunity to live on popped up, it'll be stupid to not take it. Though she'd be living the life of a dead person, so what? At least, she'll still stay alive and well, not eating shit in jail. It'll be a plain and bland relationship too since Massimo is a well-known emotionless monster who doesn't like anyone who's not his dead wife. Her own heart has been locked away since Dominic poisoned her emotions. It's just the perfect combo, an opportunity to survive again. She looked at Massimo who looks unmoved even by her sudden outburst. "I'll sign it" she said. Paolo dropped the paperwork in front of her and a pen. She read the contract attentively, making sure she grasped every concept and detail. The most important part is acting like a mother to his twins without giving them any reason to suspect her, then making sure to not develop worthless feelings for him. If she gets caught by the kids as an imposter, or gets caught developing feelings for him, the contract will be terminated, and she'll be handed over to the cops. She took the pen on top of the paper and looked at him with a slow, cunning smile. He just met the perfect person for this job, majorly because none of the two is ever going to happen. Ever. She brought her eyes back to the contract, signing smoothly. New life, new persona.[Marina's Place]Marina's laughter filled the game room as she sat in front of loaded systems with Nelson, both playing call of duty.It took a lotta effort to make him join her since he's stoic to a fault, but after he joined, it was impossible to make him stop, and he has been beating her in her own game which is kinda funny, so her laughter didn't seize."Are you real? Stop winning every damn time!" She complained, sitting on his laps as the fifth game booted."You indulged me, and now you're complaining? Women are really built differently" Nelson replied, dropping the control as Marina caressed his razor-sharp jaws."Are you giving up? Scared I'd beat you in the next round?" She teased, and he grinned unexpectedly."You're a tricky one, aren't you?" He slapped her arse, and it bounced on his laps before he hauled her face into him, kissing her like a promise of war—his war.The Cosa Nostra have been rowdy these days with lingering news of war, but with this woman, he forgets every
Carla couldn't believe her auditory and sight organs. The voice she just heard is exactly like Violette's, so why is she Teresa?The face she's seeing his Violette's too, so why is she still Teresa?The only difference is the wine-coloured hair which is obviously dyed, but even with that deviation, she's still Violette.What exactly is going on?She remained in an imaginary chokehold till Dora placed an hand on her shoulder softly."That's Teresa Lombardi, Antonio's real daughter and Massimo's supposed dead wife" she explained."How come they have one face? I mean... I've been hearing they're literal doppelgangers, but I didn't expect this level of identical shit" Carla replied, her gobsmacked eyes still settled on Teresa who's currently coming up with her team—Antonio and Ellen."Can you just overlook it and overcome this shock already?" Dora sat, her voice suddenly hard."No" Carla faced her. "No I can't. I need to be sure she's not another bîtch like Violette. They share a face and
The drive back to the estate turned rough after Sofia's news dropped.In three more minutes, Massimo zoomed into the estate, and he came out of the car with Violette who looks just as tensed as him.They met Sofia in front of the mansion with Paolo, and she turned scared when she saw the hard look on Massimo's face."Sofia?" Violette called, and she intertwined her fingers, looking at her."Yes, boss queen"Violette kept looking at her, awaiting the repetition of the news, but she kept quiet, so Paolo nudged her to speak."I'm very sure, I swear it. I saw her, but I didn't recognize her fast cos she had wine hair colour, but after she left the mall, I got a brainstorm that it was the queen, so I rushed after her, but she was already gone" Sofia explained, and in another minute, Massimo was already with her.He grabbed Sofia by the neck, and the poor lady saw hell that instant.Her neck and breaths seized at the same time, and her eyes rolled as forceful tears spilled out of them."Mas
[Kira's Penthouse]Massimo and Violette are already sitting at the large meeting room, served with wine cups in front of them which they didn't touch.Kira is sitting across them, still smoking hotly with a sly smile on her face."You think I poisoned the wine or something? I take it that it's why you aren't touching it" she said when she finally took a rest from her smoke."Are you ready for negotiation, or not?" Massimo asked loud and clear, his voice calm."Negotiation after killing my father, sister, and six uncles? You're brazen, Massimo" Kira smirked."He killed them after they trespassed, if you're seeing that as a problem, then I guess your japanese empire is full of scums" Violette boldly replied, and Kira spranged up."He lured my father to this country with the alliance as bait! His plan from the start was to kill him! Do you even know the monster who's husbanding you? The Japanese empire is nowhere near the Cosa Nostra, and even if they have a million wagons of goods in ou
Marina and Anna's smiles were wide as fûck when Violette entered the meeting with Massimo, and she returned the smiley energy.Ellen and Antonio and several other members of the circle have disapprovals in their chest, but they dare not show it, lest they get burned.Just like Anna is sitting beside Kelvin and Marina is beside Nelson, Violette sat beside Massimo, and he pronounced the start of the meeting."Kira is in Italy, and her location is with us, but the decision to make is,.. should we attack first?" Kelvin said."I say we storm her penthouse and kill her, then send her body back to Japan" Antonio said."We're not moving first, I'm gonna go have a conversation with her" Massimo said."One thing about violence is that...it doesn't matter where it starts from. If it's bound to happen, it's gonna happen, and we all know Kira didn't come to Italy to play. She's making a plan, and the earlier we start planning, the better" Ellen said."You two grew closer overnight.. Ellen and Anto
"Dominic? The soup is ready" Mrs. Bruno came out of the kitchen, staring at his back view on the chair."Dominic?" The mother called again, but he kept sitting still, so she walked up to him."Is it the pain in your belly, your father just went to get drugs for it" she said, and he slowly looked up, his eyes sunken."You're saying Massimo Visconti saved my life? The most dangerous man in this city? And he's currently Violette's husband?" He said.Mrs. Bruno pulled a chair and sat in front of him with a sigh."We took you to the hospital that day after she stabbed you, and you were confirmed dead. We weren't able to take your body when Massimo's men arrived and forced us to pack out of the house, and we were brought here. We were starved and beaten for weeks as punishment for letting you cheat on Violette. Yunno we all knew about your hidden relationship with Carla but kept quiet and continued taking monetarily gifts from Violette, greedily" she explained, the regrets in her voice heav