LucaAfter telling her the horrid, feared gown didn't suit her, I desperately wanted to look at the CCTV in the parlour to see what dress Emma had decided to wear.Honestly, she looked beautiful beyond words, but I had never imagined her in such a gown as she walked down the aisle towards me before becoming my wife. So I made sure to make her dislike it, only for me not to know which gown she had ultimately decided to go for."I've deleted the footage," Niko grinned as I'd never seen him grin before whilst he peered at the CCTV app I had opened on my laptop."Why?""It's bad luck to see the bride's gown before the wedding day," he chuckled as my hand hovered over the laptop's cursor bar before me."Niko...""Trust me?" He asked."Fine, is she ready? We need to leave?""Waiting for you outside, I want to send a small team with you. I have one of those feelings," he tells me as his eyes darken and he looks thoughtful.My father summoned us to attend a charity ball for children in a hosp
I apologise to Councillor Steven and his wife, Bella, as I guide Emma out of the grand hall, moving us through the house as I stride purposefully, I lead us out to the gardens, and then I guide her to the fountain we used to spend more of our time than we were supposed to."Luca?" Emma whispers at my change in direction. I think she's keeping her voice low so as not to betray the emotion flitting through her, but I see her eyes as she appraises the fountain.They're wide and hurt. Does she think I'm purposely bringing her back to the place we first fell in love to hurt her?I drop to one knee as she walks a little ahead of me, her hand dipping inside the pool below the fountain as she swipes at the water in much the same manner as she used to.I snag the chain around my neck, breaking it in the process.The ring falls into my palm as I pocket the broken chain, intent on keeping it in the hopes that breaking it will bring us a new life together.Why have I brought her out here to where
EmmaI walk through the evening like a zombie, the ring a stark reminder that I'm only here because my father and Luca's father deemed it a good business deal to tie our families together using us as collateral.Once, I would have been perfectly happy to be standing beside Luca, but I don't feel like his equal anymore, and that doesn't bode well for me.My finger still smarts, the stinging giving way to swelling around the metal he placed on, knowing it would never be removed again.For some reason unknown to me, I feel somewhat honoured he would give me a ring I had always fantasised about owning and in the face of admitting that he would never let me go by ensuring the ring would never leave my body again unless I were dead and they severed my finger to claim back the heirloom that now belongs on my ring finger.I hadn't known his grandfather designed the ring to hurt the one he loved. I hadn't expected that, but it doesn't seem unsurprising. Men in the mafia seem to have dark souls
The kiss takes me back to a simpler time when we would sneak kisses like this at every opportunity while believing our young love could get us through anything.His hands cinch at my waist as he picks me up, moving us to the kitchen counter on the island not far from us. My dress rides my thighs, allowing access to spread my legs where he chooses to settle."Fuck, bambina," he murmurs against my neck as he nips, licks and sucks at the skin that's on fire from his attention."Luca...""Shh, don't tell me to stop, bambina.""Please—," I pray, beg; I don't know why I fucking said that word.Am I encouraging him?Do I want this?Could we...?"Put her down; you're in public," my papa's voice booms around us, the distant smell of sweat and whisky infiltrating my senses as Luca pulls back, only to rest his forehead against my own."Mr Rossi, to what do we owe this fucking pleasure?" Luca growls at my father, stepping back only enough to angle his body to see my father standing at the door we
LucaI've always been taught to face my problems with stealth and indifference, so I have no clue why I ignored Emma for four days, avoiding her as if she were the plague.Besides the times I watch her sleep, we lack crossing paths, but even so, tonight's unplanned dinner with my parents throws a spanner in the works.They called not an hour ago, telling me they would be turning up within the hour. I've agonised over whether to keep the dinner between the three of us or invite my wife-to-be.I decided upon the latter, though I wonder whether that's a good idea or not, considering Anna has whined that Emma continued asking where I was these last few days. I hate to think she would out my behaviour to my parents.Whatever, it's not like I have a choice in the matter of marrying her, but her father's hushed words had me wondering what type of hold he had over her decisions and exactly how far she would go to make her 'papa' happy.Did she really think I wouldn't eavesdrop on their conver
"Appearances," Emma whispered beside me as she walked into the dining room with an emerald evening gown on as if she were attending a dinner at an event she didn't want to attend. But her feet are bare, precisely as they should be in her home."Mr Moretta, Mrs Moretta, it's so lovely to have you over for dinner," Emma greets them quietly, confidently."You look beautiful, Emma, but please just use our names," my mother grins at Emma with that warmth she's always given Emma."What's so important to call for dinner out of the air like this?" I ask, walking to sit beside Emma instead of taking my usual pew at the north head of the table."There was an attempt on my life this morning," my father admits. Those worry lines deepen as he watches me brace the back of Emma's chair with a tight fist of annoyance.The timing couldn't have been more inconvenient if they tried.If I hadn't stopped myself, I would have sworn my hand would have entangled itself in Emma's long blonde locks to grasp fo
EmmaI'm unsure why I'm upset that Luca will be gone for at least forty-eight hours or more; it's not like we spend every waking minute with one another in some loved-up bliss before our seemingly fake wedding.The thing is, since he put this contraption on my finger, we've spent less than half an hour with one another, and twenty-eight minutes of that was at the dinner table with his parents.Unfortunately, I was tasked with getting rid of his parents on top of the emotional turmoil that he was walking into an ambush with a man who had already tried to kill his father because that's what this is, isn't it?An ambush.My training makes me question all of their sanity, but right here and now, I have his mother to contend with."Take a walk with me?" She asks, leaving her husband's side to grab for my elbow in encouragement.I don't point out that I have no shoes; I know it's a ploy to give the two Moretta men time to talk.Who am I to turn down their need for privacy?"Sure."She walks
"I'm sure you've seen his mood swings firsthand, and you felt the slick sweat covering his skin. He was lost after my husband had you sent away. He searched for a new way to fill the hole you've always been able to fill for him. But you must open your eyes to see you were too in love, far too soon. A teenage boy is reckless at the best of times, but throw in the weight of the crown that would one day be bestowed upon him and then a girl, one he fell irrevocably in love with so early on that his life started and ended with you from the age of nine..." she chuckles humorously. "I think you'll agree that you would only have been a distraction, a target to have been taken, knowing the young Moretta would die a thousand deaths only to save the girl he saved once before. Many call it childish love; my husband and I chose to call it stupidity of the heart.""E allora, avete deciso tutti il nostro destino come se non avessimo voce in capitolo nel nostro destino? Forse se me lo avessi chiest
"Or the shed could become a target that ends our lives when they retaliate and blast it to oblivion, Sven," I warned, the weight of our precarious situation settling heavily in my chest once again.Christ, on every avenue we look down, there is bloodshed and upset. There is also the vast possibility that Bianca will be taken and harmed because of her father's previous choices to seek out the help of the Densels.What did he need so badly to give them Bianca in payment anyway?Does Bianca even know?That's not something I want to dredge up, so I refuse to ask the question aloud.Sven sighed, his brow furrowed in thought, the light casting shadows across the determined lines of his face. "Well, what choice do we have, Niko? Every avenue we consider seems to lead us further down a path towards doom. Perhaps we could turn the boat to our advantage; it's more cover than we have right now," he argued as he spanned his arm around us to the open beach where there was no cover for as long as m
Niko "There are several islands here that the Mafia own. It could be any one of them," Sven added, his voice carrying an edge of frustration. "We were below ground, I think," Bianca interrupted as I was about to agree. I could feel the instant stiffness of her body, the upset moving through her, but it was a start and a memory, nevertheless."Underground?" I echoed, intrigued. "When they dragged me from the boat, we walked through untouched woodland for a while until we encountered a metal door. The screech of that door reminds me of the safe house on the Moretta's island. It was so cold as we descended the stairs for what felt like an eternity. I wore nothing but my nightdress, shivering and stumbling as Gerald pushed me forward with impatience," she recounted, her breath hitching at the memory. "Air conditioning, perhaps?" Sven speculated, glancing between us with a hint of uncertainty as I added yet another Densel brother to my shit list."No. No air conditioning. It was just c
NikoNavigating the rusted, creaky gate was no simple feat; every ounce of determination surged through Sven as he pushed against the stubborn metal, and the metal cutters made deep gouges. With a final, grating screech, the gate fell into the shallow water. We emerged into the vast expanse of the ocean, where the gentle waves lapped playfully at our feet, their cool touch a refreshing balm against the heat. The tide still lingered at a miraculously low point, revealing the soft, grainy sand beneath us where little fish moved with speed through the water. I glanced up at the sun, its golden rays beginning to dip towards the horizon—four p.m. or later, I guessed—a stark reminder that time was slipping away, making way for an evening of darkness, the same evening I prayed for just an hour or so ago. Ignoring the sharp throb in my shoulder, I leapt into the inviting water, avoiding the metal we just littered inside, a cascade of salty spray invigorating my senses as it splashed against
Continued: "Don't push me away," he demands, a fierce intensity behind his eyes, ignoring my little spill of why it's hard to be a daughter in this life. That only brings me to his life, and I realise he wasn't treated in the same manner as, say, Luca was. And for a moment, I realise how pigheaded I'm being. Niko does know what it's like to be used; he's been used by everyone around him his whole life."Then stop. Please," I plead, my voice trembling as the weight of my words hangs heavily in the air.It's honestly not Niko I'm begging; it's myself because of all times, my mind chooses now to allow images to run unbidden in my mind of that night when my father delivered me, signed and sealed my fate before me and then had the audacity to watch my rape as if it were a sitcom as his youngest child was being mutilated. The sound of my voice begging for a choice in a shitty situation has me recoiling from myself in disgust. I should have remained silent, taken what he did and held onto
BiancaI find myself grappling with an instinctive urge to keep Niko at arm's length, even though deep down, I know I shouldn't. It's a reflexive response to the very question he poses—one I once asked myself the moment Franko insisted I be tracked. The memories of that time are shrouded in a dense fog, a haze that has always engulfed me. I've never truly wished to revisit the details of those tumultuous days—just a year and a half ago, yet they feel like a lifetime away.Ignorant bliss had once wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket, providing comfort until this very moment. But now, an unsettling curiosity gnaws at me: what truly transpired in those lost hours? Why has everything slipped through the cracks of my memory, leaving only shadows in its wake?"How are they tracking you?" His words hang like a prison glass divider between us."I don't know. Maybe they're bluffing," I shrug defensively. How am I to tell him I remember the rape and nothing else? As if that was the mos
Continued: "What you did up there—.""Anyone would have stopped you from walking out there," Bianca overtalks me."No, Bee. Only someone that l—.""Anyone would have saved you, Niko.""Thank you." I tried another avenue, but even those words seemed to hit her like a blade."You're welcome. We need to move; staying in one place is likely to kill us," she tugs on my hand."Promise me something, Bee?" I pull her back when she slips away to move in Sven's direction."Let's walk," she moves, our arms outstretched as I remain still."Don't protect me again. I'm your husband; it's my job to—.""No, Niko. You're my husband. Which is exactly why I would put my life on the line for you. We're a team, or did these last few days teach you nothing?" she spits angrily."I've never had to work with someone I hold so dear before," I admit sheepishly.She snorts, laughing ironically at the blatant lie that just left my lips, or so she thinks. But the truth is I've never wanted to protect someone as m
NikoShe does as she's asked, climbing down into the likely depth of hell as the smell from the system below makes me want to vomit, and I follow straight after using only one arm to hold my weight.Gunshots come from multiple resources up above as Sven's bag hits the drain floor by my feet, splashing God knows what all over me. Noting the shots above, I realise they fire with spontaneous bursts, showing me they're desperate and hoping they might hit one of us with nothing but pure unadulterated luck.The sound of the drain cover slamming in place has me gritting out in anxiety as Sven jumps down and out of the way of the line of sight.I stumble to Bianca, moving her down the dimly lit alleyway, pushing her against the wall without a care in the world that I spread the filth of the wall or my own blood all over her.Leaning forward, I crush her between myself and the wall, kissing her lips so ferociously that our teeth clash multiple times as we both fight for the upper hand in our c
Continued:Yet I had two seconds to make a choice, two seconds that could give us a few minutes of salvation to escape to safety in the alley could provide and I was damn well going to chase that reality even if that meant Sven was the only one to get out of this alive with Bianca.My death was inevitable in my line of work, and I had to be okay with that even if that untimely manner hit me today."Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now."The words burn my throat, and a lack of endearment is laced within my words, but they are for Densel and not Bianca, and that's my typical ammo. I've never let emotions rule me, and right now, that's an imperative rule I need to obtain if I want to keep just how dear Bianca has come to me.He chuckled dryly, the humour evident on his face, his head tipped back on the wall, which was
NikoI knew the moment I decided to go back into the other room that my life might be waiting for the end of the fuse to create the explosion, but I needed to give Sven a pause that he could exploit.So I did it, knowing my farewell with Bianca might be lacklustre, to say the least, but knowing that the days leading up to my demise were filled with the only acceptable form of showing one that you love her.I moved with quiet precision, knowing the only way this would work was by putting myself in dangers way by standing directly behind the entry door of the room whilst it acted as a shield where I could talk to Densel and see his reactions, but he could not see mine—knowing full well that I was closing in and aiming through the door at his chest, wanting to kill him for daring to threaten Bianca's life. He was standing there right before me on the opposite side of the door and hall, unbeknownst to him, his back against the wall opposite the only thing dividing us with no apparent prot