I’ve been wringing my hands together for the past ten minutes, palms sweaty, and legs bouncing reflexively up and down. Catching myself before I start biting my nails, I wipe my hands on my pants.
“You okay?” Luca says, bringing me out of my intrusive thoughts. “You seem nervous,” he adds, nodding towards my sweaty hands.
“Sorry,” I reply with a sheepish smile. “It must have been super distracting.”
Luca ignores that and spares a glance at me from the driver’s seat. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, voice barely audible. “It’s fine, Luca. I’ll b
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That night, Natalie and I arrived together at one of Seoul’s trendiest restaurants. To be honest, this isn’t what I expected when I was introduced to this whole mafia gig. I’ve always thought of them as female counterparts to the ruthless Dons, but there must be a change in the times, noting how most of the women present tonight spend most of their time shopping, but here we are in a private booth, dining like regular people. Natalie introduces me to the rest of the circle and I’m greeted with warm smiles and bright eyes. “Oh goodie!” says one. “I’ve hear
“What’s this?” I ask Hana, dropping my bags on the floor just inside Dante and mine’s shared bedroom. We had just gotten back from Seoul and there’s nothing I want more than to sink into the bed and sleep off the fatigue, but there’s something about the way Hana’s looking at me that tells me not to. “It’s a letter, Miss,” she says, handing it to me. “It arrived about a few days ago. There’s no name or return address on it, but it’s addressed to you.” “Bianca?” I can’t help but choke out a sob, sinking to the floor cradling a postal envelope in my hands, careful not to crumple it. “Miss?” Hana drops ne
“War, Miss. We’re preparing for war.” What? “What do you mean? What’s going on, Adeline?” We stop just short of entering the yard, and we can already hear the rattle of heavy equipment and grunts from the men in training. Facing Adeline, I stare her down until she starts squirming where she stands. “It would be better if you hear the rest from the boss, Miss.” She won’t meet my eyes, and I start to feel guilty when she starts fidgeting. Sometimes, I wonder if Adeline is cut out for this job, but I don’t really know her background yet. I make a mental note
To be dismissed like that, made to feel useless and weak like how Serafino made me feel, I never thought I’d feel it from Dante. And I sure as hell don’t want to be put in this position again. I want to help, in any way that I can. I want to be able to do something for the people who had helped me. Adeline, Hana, Killian, Luca, Daveed, and even Dante. These people have been so kind to me, and I want to be able to protect them too. I try to swallow down the hurt and frustration, unshed tears burning my eyes. I only get as far as the yard’s entrance before the burning feeling returns. I can hear them. Every man in that training center, preparing themselves
“Stay here,” Dante says and I don’t argue. Besides his tone leaving no room for argument, I feel terrible. He had to practically carry me to the infirmary to get checked out. There’s no way I’m going anywhere for a while. And just like that, he disappears back into the woods. “Drink this,” a doctor says, her voice sweet and soothing. She’s pretty, but I don’t know her name yet. “What is it?” I ask, eyeing the brownish liquid in the cup. The doctor smiles sweetly before answering. “It’s just tea; to help you calm down. I checked you all over and apart from this big scratch on your right arm nothing else seems to be amiss.” Nodding n
The next morning, I awaken cold and alone. It’s still early, the sun hasn’t fully risen yet, and I’ve managed to kick the blankets off my body. “He’s gone,” I note as I run the sleep out of my eyes. Getting up from bed, I decided there was no use trying to fall back asleep now, so I start my day earlier than usual. After a hot shower, I dress in comfortable gym clothes. If I want to get stronger, I have to make a habit of training hard every single day. “Wait, I should…” I make my way to my office, finding it in the same condition as it has been since Ade
As if reading my mind, Adeline sets up the next targets where one pops up one after another in different positions across the whole range. A good level up from our earlier session, but a welcome one, because at the end of the day, I’d be against moving targets. I cock my gun, arm steady, waiting for the first target to pop up. I feel myself drop in the zone, focus laser-sharp, finger itching around the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang! One after the other, the targets go down with bullet holes square in the chest, not missing a single one. As the last target fal
Dante has been like this since the night I ran into the woods. He’s been distant, focused on work, maybe even too focused. And it’s been weeks and I’m not too proud to admit that I worry about him. He hasn’t been sleeping and I doubt he’s getting any rest with all the preparations he’s been doing, plus keeping up the strong appearance in the mafia community. The moment they see a crack in his armor, they will chip away at it until Dante cracks and breaks. I sincerely pray that it doesn’t come to that. And then there’s that stupid email I sent to Gavin. With nothing else to occupy my time apart from going to the gym and training with Adeline, my mind keep