Any idea on who the guy is? Or is this G's doing?
Shit. My first thought is that not everyone downstairs is from the mafioso. There are regular people who might think it would be a good idea to call the police. My father has some connections but I don't think he could get me out of a murder charge. Who the fuck is this guy anyway? Why did he think it would be a good idea to attack me? My hand comes up to my neck, rubbing at the bruises I know have already started showing. He fucking deserved it. He attacked me first and I was only defending myself. I won't feel sorry for killing him. Now I just have to find a way to get rid of the body. (Tell me if you need anything, ma'am) Javier. He'll know what to do. Taking the keys from the lock, I leave and lock the door so no one else would stumble in there and find the body. Then I casually walk downstairs. Trying to pretend that I didn't just kill a man a few minutes ago. Most of the party is happening in the backyard at the pool but a few people are still inside.
I tap my finger on my thigh, the only outward sign of the feelings raging inside me. I'm livid and ready to unleash my monster. That dumb fuck Killian heard I'd decided to go with Andrei because his offer was better and called a meeting. Wanting to know how much the Russians had offered and if he could outbid them. Of course, they hadn't offered more. I'd told Andrei I would sell him my products if he let that incident with Emiliana go. Someone had framed her and only wanted to get her in trouble. Andrei agreed and then went to brag about it. Word reached Killian and he demanded a meeting. Which I had to attend because I'm not looking to make the Irish my enemies. Things were going well. We came to an agreement to split the product this time and I would source more next time. Enough for both of them. We were on the verge of forming an alliance when fucking Alessandro showed up. Things went to shit. The fucking bastard came in guns blazing, accusing me of backing out of our deal. Accor
I can't believe Elena and her big mouth. I refused to tell Dante about the mushrooms incident and luckily he didn't press me. I thought he'd given up but Rico told me that he was looking into it. "He won't stop until he finds out everything," Rico told me on the way to school. Now I'm tapping my leg restlessly, waiting for class to come to an end so I can rush home. Who knows what he found out? And you know what the funny thing is? I'm over here trying to cover up for Gisella even after she tried to kill me. Because letting me eat mushrooms when she knew I was severely allergic to them was only going to end in one way. I don't see how she could have expected it to turn out any other way. Constanza lays a hand on my thigh to stop the incessant tapping. "Quit doing that. You're getting on my nerves" "How much longer before class ends?" She looks at her watch "Another half hour" "That long?" I haven't heard anything the professor said. I'm recording the lectur
Another one of my girls was found dead. This time, not at the club but at a client's house. They were seen leaving together. The next day his neighbor called the police on him because he was trying to assault her daughter. According to Sal, he was also unhinged. The same way Benito had been. Whatever shit he took made him check out completely. Doctors hadn't found anything in his bloodstream. At the moment, he is being held at the station while the cops are busy snooping around The Cloud. They think we are the ones circulating this mysterious drug that makes people lose their shit. Apparently, there are more cases involving the drug, and guess what? Most of the perpetrators have one thing in common. They're regular customers of The Cloud. This means someone is trying to mess with me. As if that wasn't enough, I had to find out that my mother had tried to kill my wife. I wasn't gone for that long. What the fuck was she thinking? And why the hell would Emiliana cover for her? I'm beyon
So much for trying to protect Gisella. I don't know what drives her or why she makes the decisions she's made but I wanted to give her a chance to patch up her relationship with Dante. Not for her but for him. I can't imagine how lonely he's been all these years with no one to rely on. He should have a family that loves and supports him. I'm not the first woman to have a problem with my mother-in-law and I won't be the last. We can fight on the side if she wants but be civil when Dante's around. I was hoping for that kind of relationship. But it seems like it won't happen any time soon. I had a feeling Dante wasn't that invested in fixing his relationship with his family and this incident proved my suspicions. He knows his family more than I do. I think back to last night in his office and how he'd wrecked my body. That man can fuck. It would be a disservice to all women if he looked the way he did and didn't know his way around the bedroom. Or office for that matter
"Are you okay?" Dante asks, assessing me. It's as if he has a sixth sense that alerts him when I'm not fine. I keep my eyes on my lap to prevent him from reading me. He does that too. Most of the time, I can't tell what he's thinking but I feel like an open book to him. It's times like these when I feel too young for him. An older woman might be able to mask her feelings and tell him she's fine. When he forces me to look at him, the way he's doing now, I find myself blurting out the truth. Albeit half-truth but still. "I don't want to go to this gala" "Why? Are you feeling sick?" His hand is on my cheek where his thumb is gently rubbing in circles. His touch is calming and I feel myself relax into him. "No" I just don't want to take compromising pictures with a senator. But G was clear. I don't comply and the guy dies. Immediately after I left, I looked him up. He has a wife and two daughters. Unlike many politicians, he's not corrupt. He supports charities, has built homes for st
I open my eyes. Momentarily confused as to where I am. Sunlight streams in through the window, the rays falling on my arm and bed and I know this is not my room back at home. Or the one at the mansion or the penthouse. Unless I have a morning class, Dante doesn't wake me up. Suddenly, last night's events come flooding in. The gala, my stupid decision, G. I sit up, looking around the room in alarm. Half expecting to find a corpse next to me. I'm alone in bed so that's good. No dead body. Aside from the bed, there is a tablet on a nightstand table, and a couch at one end with a small round table in front of it. To my left, I spy a Nespresso machine on a counter and a fridge next to it. What time is it? I feel thirs- Oh my God, what time is it? I whirl around looking for my phone. If it's already morning then it means the gala is over. Did I spend the night in a hotel? Dante must be worried sick. Holy shit, what will I tell him? Why the fuck did I spend the night in a hotel room? Whe
Five days. He's been gone for five fucking days. He won't answer my calls or messages. I've gone to The Cloud twice but I was told he wasn't there. Rico told me not to waste my time looking for him. If he wanted to come home or talk to me, he would have done it. Not that I asked for his opinion, mind you. He was just being a nosy bastard. The worst part is I don't know if he found himself another woman. Is Dante capable of having a mistress? Yes. Everyone in the mafioso, man or woman, is capable of finding themselves a side piece. It doesn't matter if their spouses approve of it or not. The worst part is there's nothing I can do if Dante decides to keep a mistress. He could have his men kill whoever I'm dating but I can't stop him from sticking his dick in someone else's hole. "Someone's in a mood," Constanza says holding the punching bag while I rain kicks and punches on it. I'm tired of worrying about everything. All week I've done nothing but wait for him to come back so I could e