Luna Death truly does bring out a lot of pretentious love. Today, I've seen multiple of Father's friends show praise to him in multiple ways they wouldn't have dared to had he been alive. While others have openly hit on his wife, and not only the widowed ones. The Russian side of the family hardly made an appearance and by that I mean Dedushka ordered some flowers that said “it's about time” Yep, that's how much he detested Dante Romano Sr. I'm taking a walk around the house with my nephew because he wouldn't stop fussing while his mother played the part of a grieving daughter-in-law, and I spot Enzo. His family left four hours ago but he's still here, and so is his cousin, the lethal one. “Luna,” Alessio calls out just as I'm about to make a turn to avert running into them. I wave but he watches me like I'm crazy, and so does Capo. “Come here,” Renata's husband calls out. “How is she?” Enzo instantly asks. “She's alright,” I swallow. “Has she slept at all?” “Not real
“What are you doing here?” Mother snaps at him, but he's not looking at her, he's looking at me and I'm trying so hard not to look at him. Enzo smiles, “I came to see my wife,” he says, his gaze drifting to his mother. “And I'm sorry to disappoint you mother-in-law, but there will be no other women in our marriage. Unless we raise daughters.” “You want to procreate with her?” Dante scoffs, staring at me like I'm not worth the idea itself. “She killed her father, and she will do the same to you because she only cares about herself. The only thing Sasha finds fascinating is killing people.” “That's good,” Enzo nods, “Even I like murder a lot.” “Why is he even here?” Luca asks, deathly glaring at Enzo. “Is he not the reason…” “Again with that question?” Enzo sighs, motioning to me. “Do you people not see my wife standing here?” “You need to leave,” Luca says. “Or we will send you out in a body bag.” “Why would you want your sister widowed?” He shoots back, he's awfully cha
Alessandra I killed my father. And I haven't slept all night, it's all I see. I don't see the blood or the way that my hand trembled when I pulled the trigger, I see the way that he looked at me before he died. He wasn't angry with me, he wasn't afraid or disappointed he looked neutral, like he didn't believe I could pull the trigger but somehow knew that I was always going to betray him in the end. I've stopped crying now, I think I ran out of tears or realised that none of my tears can fix what I’ve broken. My phone stares at me from the table as I try to eat while Igor watches me. I had put it on silent after the first message I received from Gianna this morning, after that, I've received so many calls and condolences that I don't know how to react anymore. I can't bring myself to reply to anything when Father's last message is still fresh in my mind. “You’ll always be my daughter. Even when you think you're not.” — Father That message makes no sense, he didn't th
Enzo The clock is nearing one and I'm tired of driving in circles around the city, I can't go back to my house. Without Sasha home, our house is nothing but walls with tainted silence and I don't know where to go, I'm mad Alessio and my men couldn't keep her in the house but I understand they had to when she threatened everyone with her life. But I'm more angry with myself than anyone else, I let her kill her father for me, I could have easily pulled the trigger on Don Romano but I didn't want her to watch me do it, I didn't want her to hate me for his death and that still happened anyway. I don't know how but I end up at my parents' house, the security has to double-check to verify my identity because I shouldn't be here, and certainly not at this time of night. Mother is living room, sipping wine in her robe as she stares eagerly at the door. My father's men must have woken them up when I made my way through the first security point. Her jaw drops when she sees me, “Enzo.”
I drive to Father's house with immense pain and speed. I try to get to the house as quickly as possible because I don't know how long ago Enzo left. Igor and Marcello were right behind me until I took a shortcut they don't know of, and I think I lost them. Enzo's car is parked in the driveway, and I leave mine there too, the door unopened as I step out. None of the guards here ask me what's going on despite my being barefoot and covered in blood, they watch me. When I push through the doors, I come face-to-face with Reina and Sofia. They're sitting there looking at something in a magazine like everything is fine, and maybe it is because they wouldn't be so still if Enzo were here. “Oh my God,” Sofia gasps. “Sasha, and what happened to you?” “Where are they?” I ask, still holding Enzo's gun in my hand, except now it's hidden behind my back. “Where is Enzo?” I swallow, worried that the calm I'm seeing could be because Father has gotten rid of him already. “Father's office,”
Alessandra My shoulder hurts, and everything on the top half of my body feels unbelievably sore. That’s the first thing I feel as I stir awake with a whimper. I'm thinking Enzo must have spent the night on top of me but the pain is different, the more I shift the more it sharpens, and when I feel a soft and gentle hand against where the pain mostly exudes from? My eyes snap open and I come face-to-face with the ceiling. I immediately know I'm not in the bedroom, but I'm still in the house, I'm in one of the downstairs guest rooms, that much is obvious from the ceiling pattern. A woman is touching me, she doesn't notice me looking at her because she's busy saying something to someone, my memories are a blur but when I look down at where she just injected something into me, that's when I remember. The rooftop, the gunshot, the ringing in my ears, the blood and Enzo. I quickly sit up, making the woman gasp when I do. Pain shoots up to my shoulder and I nearly scream murder. “Ale