“I—” the words get caught in my throat, the possibility itself without confirmation is horrifying to me. “Umm, I think I'm pregnant?” I tell her, but it comes out more like a question. Ren pauses, “What?” She grimaces, “What do you mean you think that you're pregnant?” “Exactly that,” I nod. “I've been getting sick a lot lately but I didn't pay attention to it because it's not serious yeah? And I'm crying, I don't cry Ren, not this much.” I shake my head. “I am irritated by every little thing, the only thing I want to eat is cherries and I—” “Okay, Sasha.” Renata nods, “Breathe,” she says, motioning a deep breath for me. “You're not breathing.” I nod, I'm blubbering now. “I'm scared,” I almost whisper. “I don't know…I need to take a pregnancy test.” “Okay,” Ren slowly nods. “You can do that.” “But they’re not accurate, right?” I blurt out, my words are as quick as my heartbeat. “Sometimes,” she shrugs. “But you can get some bloodwork done if you’re really concerned and
Alessandra My inheritance is proving to be a problem, I've been bribed, coaxed and manipulated into giving up everything to one of the men or maybe just forfeiting in general but not good enough because I haven't done either of those things. I did have the opportunity to listen to Father's video, and he asked me not to let everything we worked hard for break. My whole life I was under the impression that he didn't like me as much either, that he was forced to put up with me because I was useful to him but in his will? He refers to me as his daughter, he never did that, I was always just his Sasha and now I know it meant more to be that than his daughter. Everything around me is stressful but not today, Renata came to visit me today. I've not left the house in days, not since I tried to meet up with her and ended up in a car accident, one I miraculously somehow survived. I'm glad Ren is here, I'm glad she doesn't mind travelling this far just to see me. Some of my favourite da
We ride with Luca in the trunk, who has been gagged by Marcello because he doesn't want blood on the seats and honestly I allow it, he tried to kill my wife and our baby. Alessio appears to be more eager to see my wife than I am, he arrives minutes before I do but at least he has the decency to wait outside for me. While Marcello pulls my brother-in-law from the car, I make sure Igor lets my wife know to come outside. Luca limps his way to the door. His nose is crusted with blood and his eye is swelling shut from how badly I beat him up. I might have gone a little overboard with him but he was asking for it. “Next time,” I mutter as we reach the steps, “Try not to insult my wife and you’ll keep yourself unbruised.” “Next time,” he grunts, trying to sound strong. “I’ll bring a gun.” “Everyone knows that you are a shit shot, Luca.” Alessio snickers, ringing the doorbell. “Hold on, let me take this..” Yana opens the door, her eyes widening when she sees Luca. The first thing I
True to Marcello's words, Alessio is at the warehouse with his men, I can tell he's inside from the screams that greet me at the door. What I'm not prepared for is the face I see when I enter, my wife's fucking brother. “Luca,” I call out, an eyebrow raised at him. He's not the one screaming, Alessio hasn't touched him yet, it's his men who are whimpering and getting tortured when he kneels on the floor. “Brother-in-law,” he smirks, rising to his feet. “Oh, what a surprise.” “It's you? You're the one who is conspiring against your sister?” He doesn't even bother to deny ithe goes straight to rumbling. “She's stealing my inheritance. She doesn't deserve it; she's just a woman.” I don't think before I punch him in the throat, sending him staggering a few steps back. It is not new for men to think of women as nothing but baby makers and arm candy but she's his sister for fucks sake, she's more than just a woman. Alessandra has endured a lot of hell guided by their father and he s
He nods, watching me. “Anyway, you're here because I need you to call a meeting with the circle within the next forty-eight hours. You’ll have to rotate the southern lieutenants. Two are weak. One is corrupt. Replace them quietly and send a message with the third.” I nod, this is still his job but whatever it takes to get him off my back right now. “And then, you find your shadow.” I frown, “My what?” “Your shoulder,” he repeats. “Every Capo dei Capi chooses a man who handles what can’t be spoken of to anyone, not even your right hand. It has to be someone who works outside the table. Someone the others don’t know exists.” This is the first time I'm hearing of this in detail, I deemed the situation a myth when I had first heard of it. “You also had one?” A small smile spreads on his lips and he nods. “Still do,” he says, and I start to think about who it could be. I've always assumed he handled business himself but it turns out he keeps a tight-lipped hunter around. “And
Enzo It's been a week since I've had a proper conversation with my wife, every time I go to the Romano residence she refuses to see me. I even tried leaving my jacket as an excuse to return later but everyone claims not to have seen it while Ma Constantia tells me that Alessandra is using it as a pillow. That means she misses me right? So why won't she come home or spare me a minute of her time? I don't know what to say but a glimpse of her is more than enough for me. I can't sleep without Sasha, it's like I forgot how to function without my wife around, my entire life revolves around her and nothing else seems worth doing at all. “Do you think if I call a meeting she is going to show?” I ask Alessio, ignoring his question about what to do with a certain problem between my dons. “I mean she is part of the younger dons now and they all answer to me while I'm still capo.” “Can you focus,” Alessio sighs, dropping some papers on the table. “Enzo, we need to get this done before lu