LOGINSalvatore The water in my room was running when I got in. I frowned then cursed out in frustration. Maybe it's time we replaced Gladys. She's simply getting too old for the work in the house. If she cannot keep up with her work anymore then we might as well have someone else take it from her. I clearly remember switching the showers off so what the heck is running now?I contemplated calling her to come do her work properly but that'll just make things worse. I would probably lash out on her and somehow, I hate doing so. She's been around us all our lives, helping us grow. She feels like a home within a home.𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥. I hissed in frustration, realising the situation and strolled towards the bathroom. I grasped the handle of the door,twitched it downward and
Chiara “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” I said as soon as he left the room. “And how the hell did he even get in here. What was Donald doing? Letting him get here and catching us unaware?” “You do know that's not the issue here” Anna said.“No, it's not,” I replied, flaring up. “You see what I meant when I said these boys know something? We need to give them their dues and be done with all of this”“And you say this because?” Anna questioned with a tone of deviant and a mixture of sass.“I don't get what you mean”“Oh, I'm sure you do and if you don't, I'll take you down the memory lane. We all agreed to do this. We agreed to work together with Massimo”“And now that he's nowhere to be found, shouldn't we do the needful? Do we keep waiting till he comes back while the Niccolos keep tracking us? I hope you realise it's only a matter of time before they start to hinder our operations.”“They wouldn't dare!” she thundered from the corner of the room where she sat.“Are you sure about th
Salvatore Most people see me as the unintentional and unambitious of the Niccolians brothers. The truth is I do not care what anyone thinks about me. If there's anything, I've learnt that people only bad mouth you when the want to be like you. Some want to get closer to you but when they cannot achieve their aim, they begin to nitpick and speak ill of you at any slight opportunity.For me and my brothers , we've seen more than enough to be bothered by any shit. Whether it was backstabbing, slandering or even implications, we've seen quite a number of it. This is why the issues of the Fabiano sisters was no totally a shock. Truly, I wasn't expecting that they'd do that but ass licking was no big deal in our world.Families turn against eachother just for their gains. Brothers who swore loyalty turns against one another once they get a better deal. And us? The Niccolians have faced centuries of betrayal and shitty attitude. The ability to stand strong even at the face of such occurrenc
Salvatore “Thank you so much for showing up here tonight, I look forward to creating something meaningful with y'all,” I lifted my glass up and everyone lifted their glasses up too and took a sip. The crowd dispersed, ready to mingle with others. As usual, such a party gives room to make new connections and rekindle old ones.Stefano and Vittorrio were already waiting for me by the time I left the stage. Vittorrio shook hands with me while Stefano gave me a side hug“To growth,” I said. We all clinked out glass and took a sip.“This is a good one, boy. I wish you the best.’ Vittorrio said, slapping my back“Don't call me that,” I whined rolling my eyes but he smiled instead, walking towards one of our business partners “I haven't seen her around,” I looked round the corners of the room hoping to get a glimpse of her but I didn't. With the new routine she had, it's been difficult to see her up close“Ladies,” Stefano said and I frowned. This can't be good I thought. “Are you sure?”
ZiyanaI love parties, I've always do but tonight, I beg to differ. I'd rather have a date with my bed. I want nothing to do with the chaotic evening. If I had my way, I'd just settle for a bowl of ice-cream, with my favourite TV series and take a nap afterwards, but the men? They'd never let me do that. In fact, they've had my dress picked weeks ago and as always; it's sinful.“You have to get up, it's time,” Gladys said from the door.I didn't even know when she opened the door. She stared at me with her emotionless cold eyes, that usually sends cold down my spine. She always had that look whenever I wasn't following instructions.“You don't have to look at me that way, I'll be done in an hour.” She grunted a reply I didn't pick, and closed the door behind her. I stood up slowly from the bed and dragged myself to the front of the full length mirror in the room. Bending down a bit, I examined the small cut just below my forehead. I winced a bit as I removed the small bandage on it. Th
StefanoI pushed the door open without hesitation. The door hit the wall with a loud bang. I fear it might even have put a dent on the wall but I don't care. It's my house. I don't have to knock. I get to enter wherever I want.She shot out of her bed with so much reflex, agitated and ready for what's to come. She turned on the bedlamp, holding a throw pillow as a weapon. Her eyes were groggy from sleep. She looked messy but pretty for someone who's just woken up.She threw the pillow on the bed, facing me and standing akimbo. The look she gave me was deadly. She hated my guts. I know it but I didn't like it. First because she's too young to have that sort of expression and guide. Secondly because she hates me, I know but there's little I can do about that.“You’re coming with me,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument“Come again?” She said with dismay.“You heard me,” I retorted. I snapped my fingers into the air. Gladys entered with a line of wardrobe.I looked through it, n







