ANMELDENStefano
It's no wonder that I can't sleep. How could I? I had everything planned out. Get into the club, get a hold of Massimo and finish him off. But what happened? Salvatore went off the grid. I should have known that going with him would end in disaster.
If not for Vittorio's timely intervention, I would have died because I was out of bullets. The anger I felt was out of scale but as always, I had to calm down. I couldn't stay angry at him for too long. I promised mom that I'd cater for my brothers on her deathbed. I guess that's why he became this spoiled. He knew he'd go scot free.
Let's not even talk about the fifty million euros he spent on the auction. Only God knows what the bastard bought with that huge amount. The last time he did something like this, it was on a vintage car that hasn't seen the lights of the day since the last time he bought it
I stood up from the comfort of my fluffy bed. I was feeling parched and hungry. I haven't had a decent meal since last night. The plan was to get rid of Massimo and celebrate at the family's restaurant but that didn't happen. Infact, I was too angry to even look at him, not to talk of eating.
The entire house was silent as I walked steadily, careful not to wake anyone. Only the cracking sound of the ancient fireplace and the tick tock sounds of the clock in the house could be heard.
Just a glass of water and maybe something to snack on, because my stomach hurts,I thought. It was as easy to find the kitchen even in the dark, so I didn't bother to switch on the lights. I was about walking towards the fridge when the hairs on my back stood up. Something was up.
Danger.
I had a company, I thought, possibly Massimo's men or even one out of the millions of enemies we had all over the state.
I took backwards steps towards the entrance again. My hands found the switch box and pressed it slowly. The room became illuminated and I balled my fist, ready to swing my fist at the first thing I see but I froze instead.
A half naked girl in my kitchen.
She looked quite young and I almost thought she lost her way. I was about to ask her how she got in when something crossed my mind.
What if she's one of those kids trained in martial arts to hunt and kill? It's no news that some gangsters use teenagers to carry out their operations because they knew they'd have lesser years as a juvenile. My expressions which had softened earlier deepened. She must have been shocked to see me too because she dropped the glass of water in her hand. Sensing that my appearance meant she had been caught, she turned around, ready to run.
Uh..uh
In three long strides, my hands reached the neck of the oversized shirt she had on. I pulled her back with force, making her lose her balance. She slipped on the water from the glass cup she held earlier. The turn of events made things easier for me. I pounced on her and pinned her to the floor flawlessly.
“Who sent you here and how did you get in? I screamed at her. She fought with her nails, trying to make me ease the pressure I had on her neck but I wasn't ready to let go. I was already exhausted and frustrated from the events of the previous night. My blood was boiling hot and I wouldn't mind taking it out on any intruder, even if she's a teenager.
“Don't fucking choke me to death,” she said with a tight voice. She hasn't stopped hitting and kicking me.
Stubborn and energetic, I thought. I applied more pressure on her neck again. It was important to make her realise that she was in my territory and that I do the talking and fighting.
“Answer my question first,” I said.
“I only wanted to get water, you psychotic bastard!’ I smirked, refusing to believe her bullshit. Get water in a stranger's house? One might think that the whole house belonged to her.
It wasn't long before the sounds of Vittorio's and Salvatore's footsteps descended down the stairs. I glanced at them, seeing them armed and ready to help me nip the red haired. To my surprise they let down their guards as they saw me.
“What the hell, brother?” Vittorio said.
“Brother?” The red hair said. “Do you guys have madness in your bloodline? Tell him to get his hands off me,” she said, looking towards Salvatore to my surprise. I followed her gaze, requesting an explanation too.
“I didn't tell you about her yesterday. She's my new favourite,” Salvatore replied.
“Are you fucking kidding me. Tell me this isn't what you bought at the auction yesterday.” I said as I released her. She stood up and adjusted her clothes.
“Yes, she is.” He replied. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. He bought her for that ridiculous price?
“This thing here for fifty million euros?” I inquired again.
“Hello? I'm right here and I'm not a THING!” She spat angrily.
“No one is asking for your opinion, Red,” Salvatore said.
“Stop being arrogant. Plus, I'm Ziyana, not some colour red.”
“She's got fire, this one.” Vittorio said as he took a seat in one of the chairs in the kitchen.
“Yes, a fire that none of you can quench. Now, Mr. Macho,” she said, facing me and standing akimbo. Taking in her sight, I realised that she was in one of Salvatore's oversized shirts.
“I assume that you are the eldest here. It seems like we both agree on the same thing, which is that he squandered such a huge amount on a minor like me. Could you tell him to return me and I promise I'll be more than glad to be out of your hair.”
“Could you get something to shut her mouth. She's too chirpy for my liking,” I said with irritation.
“Get your ass upstairs, Red.” Sal instructed. She remained unfazed by Sal's voice and stood on the same spot.
“Don't make me repeat myself, girl,” he added. She took one last look at us all and gave her opinion.
“I hate you lots!”
“Are you fucking out of your mind, because we let you do whatever you want, you think you can bring home whatever you want?” I asked Sal as soon as the girl was out of ear reach
“You don't need to get too worked up. She's a kid” he replied.
“A kid like that means trouble. Have you thought about what could happen if it gets out that you bought home a minor? My hands are full. I don't want to have to deal with some cops because of your choice of women.” I fire back.
“I think I have to disagree with you there. That one isn't a minor. She is a full grown woman. Did you see her tits while she was gesticulating earlier?” Vittorio said.
Shit. I had noticed also. They were full and round and must be soft too. Especially if they are pushed to my chest.
Fuck it Stefano!
How could I be thinking about something like that in this kind of situation?
“Think about how much fun she'd give us. Salvatore here is willing to share with us. Right brother?” He asked and Sal nodded.
“It's high time we replaced Viola,” Sal added, making me clench my teeth. Viola is one devilish thing I don't want to think about.
“Not only that, nothing can make me let go of Red. I don't care what you say, she stays with me bro.”
My two brothers folded their arms across their chest waiting for me to make my decision. Usually, once two of us agree on something, we go with it, even if the outcome is disastrous.
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. My hands were tied already.
“Fine, she stays. But, you'll have to provide me with everything I need to know about her. Her name, her family and how she came to be an object that had to be sold off. If you don't provide me with those things before sunsets, she leaves.” I said.
“Either way, she's mine and that's all that matters.” He said and shrugged as I marched out. As I left, I got the
feeling that Ziyana or whatever she says her name was would be staying for a long time at that.
ZiyanaThe ride to school after our talk felt shorter than ever. I couldn't stop thinking about all we discussed. My mind raced at the thought of having Stefano all night or rather, him having me all night. My cheeks heated up but I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He has always been reserved amongst the three brothers. He seldom talks and even when he does, it is usually lined with deep thoughts and a part of me still believes that he doesn't like me, that he hates me. At least I know Vittorio for his jovial manners and Salvatore as the hasty and impatient one. However, for Stefano, I can't really say.The driver dropped me off. I murmurer a bit of gratitude and smiled at him. He smiled back and wished me a fun-filled day but I doubt I'd have that with the forbidden thoughts on my mind.Ben was standing at the front of the lecture room when I got inside the building. There were lots of students by the corridor, talking and gesticulating. The corridor was noisy which was quite unus
Ziyana I took my bag from the chair in front of my vanity table and slung it on my shoulder. I took one last look at my face which was still puffy from sleep. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I didn't eat last night and now I was slipping out of the house again.It's been almost a week since Stefano caught me and Vittorio together. Well, not caught technically because I had urged him on to taste me, to do things to me. He didn't force me, I loved what he was doing to me and asked for more.Uhhhhh, I still can't shake off his hands on my body.‘Seriously?’ I thought before dropping the sinful thoughts.Anyways, I've been avoiding all of them. I made sure to leave the house even before they woke up. On days when the ghost lady sleeps over, I have her prepare my dinner early and instructed her to bring my meal up the following morning as early as possible.Don't blame me, I still feel ashamed of what happened and I can't bear to look into Stefano's eyes. With Vittorio, I had less
Narrator's Pov A glimpse of the pastFlorence PieroShe breathed hastily through her mouth and nose as she looked back every second, making sure she wasn't followed. Her white flowing wedding dress is now torn and full of muddle puddle. She dumped her high stiletto in the opposite direction. She figured that they might follow her and traced her if she dropped them in the same lane she was walking.Her perfectly styled hair was now messy and the blowing air was sending it strands in different directions. She packed them up in a bun and packed it with the excess on her wedding dress she had torn off earlier because it had been dragging after her.Today was supposed to be her wedding. Her father Piero Mattia, an elderly man known for his stern nature had arranged the marriage between her and another Mafia family, the Lorenzos. Her father had been encountering problems in his business because his investments had taken a rather different turn that he thought. He couldn't keep up with his
Stefano “Mykonos hotel reached out to us today, they are hoping to test new waters in New Zealand. They want us to take over the construction.” My assistant, Marcus said as he perused the files in his slide. “I've scheduled a meeting with them in about two weeks. You'll be going with two of our best architects in case they'd need to go through some of our designs” he added, his eyes still on the file.“I doubt that. They mostly provide designs by themselves, but that's good.” I replied.The rest of the meeting went smoothly. Things were going well at Niccolians Steels, a construction company that was passed down alongside our Mafia blood. The company acted as a frontline business where we laundered the drug money. Truth is, I really can't say which earned more money, company or drugs. But I am certain of one thing, in both ways we are exceptional and have a meticulous compass.Most buildings in Italy were done by us. Each design is distinct from another and yet sophisticated. As the
MassimoMy phone vibrated for the third time that morning. I looked at the screen of the phone and saw the caller ID. Then I ended the call. I wasn't ready to pick yet when I don't have a lasting solution to the recent event. I cringed as my usual brandy tasted bitter in my throat . I frowned as my head began to throb. It was still early in the morning to start feeling like hell. My phone rang again and I silenced it yet again, knowing well that trouble was definitely coming. I didn't know when or how but this coming storm would be catastrophic. The door of my office opened, revealing a horror stricken face of Florence. Believe me when I say she seldom gets afraid and even if she did, she never shows it. However, she was white and pale like a ghost.“He's here,” she whispered, gripping the hem of her shirt with fright. Of course, I expected him to show up earlier than this. This fact that he never for once said anything or showed up in my office angrily was a total surprise for me
Ziyana I blew my hair with that hair dryer, staring at my reflection in the mirror before me. The dryer did its job for a while and I placed it on the table before me. It might seem untrue but the men had allowed me the decency of owning a room to myself. In their words, I needed my privacy too , especially since I'd be starting school soon. The thought of having a private sanctuary of my own was indeed peaceful and I welcomed the idea thanking them profusely that night, but it all tastes like scam now with the stunt pulled by Vittorio at school today.“School,” I thought before I remembered that I had an essay that had to be submitted before midnight. I sighed and swerved my chair towards the laptop on the table. I switched it on and quickly went to Google. Vittorio Niccolo, I typed.I held my breath for what seemed like eternity as the search engine brought his face. He looked too young and innocent compared to how he is in reality. Among the three brothers, he's the most reserved







